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Third Reich x Italy (Facist Italy's son) (and a little bit of fluff with baby Germany)

"Hmmmm..." Third rapidly tapped his pen on the large dark oak table that held all of his paperwork and the weight of his body as he leaned on it.

He was so damn tired.

There was so much work he needed to get done but he just couldn't focus. His office was cold and quiet, very quiet. You could even hear a conversation that would be going on down the hall from his office. Third let go of his pen and stretched, arching his back sharply and putting his arms above his head. He brought them back down and rested his back with a heavy sigh. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out his watch and looked at the time- 3:20 am. Third growled to himself. Dropping the watch on his desk, hearing it make a thud sound and putting his head in his hands.

Germany's going to mad at him- again. He promised his son that he would be home before 9PM so they could snuggle, for Germany's bedtime was then . Third was looking forward to that as well. He never has the time to be around his little 5-year-old anymore. Yet he needed to get his work done, a task that felt like a 50 mile hike compared to a brisk walk down the hall.

The thought of hurting his son's feelings made him even more upset. Like any good parent, he wanted his child to be happy. And, god, Germany means the world to Reich and this job was ruining their relationship. In a quick flurry, Third grabbed his pen again and very quickly scribbled words here and there to finish his paperwork. Once done he threw his coat on and left, locking up his office quickly then ran home. Luckily he had an assistant he trusted to look over Germany when he wasn't there.

'He's probably asleep by now' Reich thought as he unlocked the front door to his house. He walked inside and closed the door, dropping his keys on the rich mahogany table next to him. He quickly hung up his coat and cap, taking off his boots as well, then walked briskly to his son's room. He slowly peeked around the door frame to see Italy sitting next to Germany's bed with his hand resting on the little boy's head, gently caressing him with his thumb. Italy was slouched over, seemingly exhausted.

Third chuckled lowly at the sight.

The low laugh alerted Italy, causing him to spring up and point a pistol at Third out of a feeling of a threat. Only to quickly bring it down at the sight of his boss smirking at him. "Sir-sir?! I didn't- I didn't know you were back, i'm-i'm so sorry!" Italy whispered, embarrassed and startled, he backed away from Germany and towards his boss. "You're quite fine, Italien.... good to see that you know what to do in case of an... emergency" Third purred back in an almost flirtatious manner, as he took the firearm from Italy's hands.

Being the, now, world-wide-know, dictator of Dutchland is really risky, people trying to get into your personal life to take something special so they can use it against you. Like Germany. Many people have tried to sneak in and grab him. They're all dead now, a distant memory of a threat that was always present.

"So... was he upset?" Reich asked, walking up to his son and sitting in the chair Italy was once sitting in. "...Yeah -but-but only for a little bit," Italy stuttered quickly in reassurance. "Only for a little bit?" Third questioned, cocking a sharp eyebrow at his assistant. "Yeah... he said 'Well... at least you're here with me, I really like you..." Italy blushed and looked away, playing with the collar of his shirt. Third smiled and looked back down at Germany. 'So you like him huh?... he would make a wonderful... mother.... and wife' Third Reich smiled a toothy grin at that thought, he looked at his lovely assistant from the corner of his, slowly but steadily, lust filling eyes. Italy was still awkwardly fiddling with the collar of his shirt as he stood therethere, looking down at the fluffy gray carpet, thinking of all the possibilities. This foreplay was arousing them both.