The Angel Treaty 8

France hummed softly as he brushed his hand through Sicily's dark locks. Fingers were gentle in movements, and the small girl was completely content in slumber. Zollver didn't awaken either from their sudden snatching, wrapped around his bunny. The room they were in was warm and dark, only a single window looking over over the British landscape. Thank goodness it didn't rain; Francis would have been scared for their sickness. He was completely docile, being the fatherly man he was. He missed Canada and America when they were this young; it felt good to have little ones to care for. A stray finger graced over Zollver's cheek, and he muttered. " Magnifique. " A cold voice spoke in the doorway behind him, heavy boots dropping to the wooden floor. " No need to cuddle them, Francis. You may get ill as well. "

The romantic country looked up to see Ivan. The top of his head was hidden by a hat, tan like his coat with a couple of war medals here and there. It hid the fact he had little hair left from all the surgery that had to be. But bandages were still on his skull, hiding his left eye from sight. No doubt he had lost it in the fight. Ukraine followed behind him in her usual attire, and squealed softly with the sight of children! " Oh brother, they're adorable! " She bounced up and down, France happily watching her breasts. He even had the pleasure of watching a white button snap from her blouse, the white bra underneath poking through. Good thing he wore loose pants today. Russia didn't even mind fighting the aroused looks anymore; it was pointless. " Ukraine will take over maternal duty until we get their sickness in check. Thank you for getting them in here and settled. " France kept his eyes on the woman until he fully left the room.

By this point, Zollver was the one to rub on his eyes, rolling onto his back from his side. He didn't recognize the voices around, until he heard the female one. Definitely not someone he knew. " D-Daddy? " Russia stayed in the doorway until he shut the barrier, now keeping on eye on the female twin as Ukraine went to Zollver. Without warning she sat down and swaddled the little boy up into her breasts. He had time to gasp in air before his nose and mouth found soft mounds. " Oh sweetheart! You're so cuuuute! " The poor little boy set hands on either side of those monstrous mountains and tried to push back, but she forcefully held his face to them. But what was most surprising... is that the little boy soon rested against them. He nuzzled the breasts and sort of hugged them against his skull. It felt so, right. Was this what it felt like to have a real mama? Recalling Italy's flat chest... this female was much better at cuddling.

She soon released Zollverein from his cuddle, grinning sweetly. A hand moved and arranged his hair better, but he raised his own hands and clutched her wrist gently. " Where's my daddy? " Ukraine shook her head, two gentle, motherly hands taking that round face. " Your daddy and mama are just fine. You're here to get better. Like a retreat! We have toys, and food, and lots of things to do! " Sicily sat up in her bed, rubbing on her eyes and whimpering. " M-Mama? " Russia now sat on the other side of the bed with the female twin, but his stern look towards the adopted baby startled her. She sat up quickly and pushed her back up to the wall behind her, facial expression one of an angry cat. " G-GET AWAY! "

Zollver reached over and laid a hand on her foot. " Sicily, he's okay. We're here to get better. " But the little girl hated the vibe around Russia. Hated the sweetness of Ukraine. " Where's my parents?! " Violet eyes widened some. Such a rich vocabulary for a three year old, such well developed thought processes. He put on his most sincere smile and reached over to her with his palm up. " Don't be scared, da? Just like your brother said. " But Sicily swat his hand away, big brown eyes wide and threatening. " I WANT MY DADDY! " But those eyes refused to burst into tears. No, she was stronger then that. Ukraine reached over and picked the screeching toddler up, and snuggled her to her chest. " Everything's going to be okay... just calm- " Sicily snarled and bit down hard on her beast. Hard enough to bruise the skin and even bring blood.

Ukraine didn't even yell. Hands tensed on little Sicily's body... and her chest shuddered. She began, to sob like a little child. It made Sicily pause, and look up to find plump tears streaking down her face. Russia moved to grab onto Sicily's hair, but Ukraine's arms curled tighter around her. Russia's sibling was putting on a show. " Wh-why did you bite meeee!? " And she openly wept now. Sicily looked back to her twin, who's eyes got wide to see this woman cry. The babies soon made eye contact with one another, and Zollver glared softly. Sicily looked down, ashamed. But the both of them cuddled to Ukraine at the same time, which magically seemed to stop her crying. She cooed happily, wrapping one twin in each arm. She had them cornered.

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" G-Germany! Calm down, please! " Doitsu had locked the door to the study, trapping himself inside. Italy feebly scratched on the outside, begging for his German to open up and let him in. But no. Any that was glass in his room had been broken. Paper weights, knick-knacks, even his window was busted. Now he sat in his chair, head in his hands. Between his fingers he held hair, which was being yanked firmly. His babies... how dare they. Only a couple days old in his eyes, and they swiped them away like sacks of potatoes. They wouldn't be allowed to live. Unlike Japan, he would guarantee the death of three nations.

Italy had been silent for a moment or two, before he whispered. " Doitsu please... I'm just as scared and worried as you are. Don't make me sad out here alone. We need to get our babies back. " Germany's head snapped up from his digits. He grumbled softly, his voice gravely from crying so hard. " C-Coax those European bastards back... Coax them... " The door was opened moments later, those red-rimmed eyes suddenly ablaze. With what? Italy couldn't figure out. It wasn't joy, though Ludwig was grinning. His phone was pressed to his skull, and he spoke with a calm that was unsettling to his husband. " Yes, is this his boss? I'd like to see Feliks. First thing tomorrow. "