GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Epilouge

~-No one's POV-~

  "Vati! Vati!"

  "Papá!"

  Two voice screeched as the two-year-olds ran through the house and into the kitchen. "Papá!" Cried the blonde girl as she latched onto her fathers leg while her brother wrapped himself around the other leg. Ludwig looked down in surprise, then turned around to see Felicicana hunched over and panting. "Mama chase! Mama chase!" Rosamund jumped excitedly, pointing at her mother.

  Ludwig leaned down, scooping up both children. "Vhat's going on?"

  "Bath... Time..." Feliciana panted. "I-a had to... Chase them all over the-a house..." The Italian sauntered over, managing her breath, then wrapped her arms around her husband's waist. "Hmm, welcome home.~" She mumbled, obviously sleepy. "These two bambini male couldn't wait until you got home. Neither could the bambino piccolo." She smiled, standing on her tip toes.

  Germany furrowed his brow, but pressed his lips to her own. "Vhat? But ve don't...? Vhat?"

  Donato grinned, his mouth almost full of baby teeth. "Baby in mutter's tum-tum!" He squeaked, his blue eyes wide and sparkling, although he had no idea what his words meant, the curl on the side of his head in a heart shape.

  Ludwig's eyes widened as his gaze switched from the little boy to his mother, her grin matching that of her son. "Due mesi!~" Italy giggled, then yelped as she was embraced by Germany's large arms after he set the twins down. Ludwig laughed happily, kissing Feli's head.

  "Our family is just going to keep growing, isn't it? But I'm so glad."

~-Five years later-~

  "Vati, how'd you meet mutti?" Donato asked, furrowing his brow as he concentrated on tying his shoes.

  Ludwig braided Romamund's long, curly long hair. Ludwig chuckled, then ruffled Donato's auburn hair, carefully avoiding his curl. "That's a long story, Donny."

  "Ooh, I wanna know, too, Papá!" Rosamund shifted after he finished braiding her hair. "So does Alaric and Camilla!" Their cousin and younger sister both looked up from their game.

  "Cosa?" Camilla asked, tilting her head, her amber eyes sparkling curiously.

  Alaric grinned, looking almost exactly like his father while doing so. "Ja! I vant to know too! Vati always tells me how he met mein mutti!" He shouted, sitting in between the twins and his youngest cousin nestling in his lap.

  "I-a would like to hear the-a story too!~" Said a sleepy voice as slender arms wrapped around Ludwig's shoulders.

  This caused Ludwig to chuckle again. "Alright, alright." He muttered as he stared down at all the large pairs of eyes. "Years ago, we have this friend, you remember uncle Iggy? Well..."

~-Ten years later-~

  "Uncle Lovi, papá said that I-a can't date! I'm-a seventeen!" Rosamund groaned, clinging to the grumpy Italian's arm.

  Romano laughed, hugging the blonde who was just barely an inch shorter than him. "Well, what about your madre?" He asked, sitting on the couch to immediately have his lap sat on by short Camille.

  Rosamund sighed, resting her head on her favorite uncles shoulder. "Mama said to talk to-a papá about it, then papá said no. But there's this-a really cute boy, and I-a really want to-a date him!"

  "Scusate, Rosy, but if papá said no, then you-a can't." Felicicana stated, kissing her older daughters head before going off the cook dinner.

  Camille giggled, waving at her mother. "Mama, are we having pasta?" She asked, her amber eyes glistening. "Mm!~ Pasta is so yummy!"