(Wow the author sure is milking this series...)

Title: Love's Aftermath II

Pairings: Italy/Germany, England/America, Spain/Romano, France/Canada, Greece/Japan, Hungary/Prussia, Spain/Italy, Germany/Romano, Switzerland/Austria

Sequel to Love's Aftermath - They're no longer kids, but they've all got their own to deal with now. With their relationships being tested to the very limit and emotions pushed to the edge, did these guys ever get their act together?

"I'm not happy about this, Italy."

"Germany please..."

"I mean it, it's not fair." Germany grumbled, getting some cornflakes out of the cupboard for his breakfast; he refused to eat pastries every single day like his husband and his daughter did; he wanted to remain healthy to a certain degree.

"It's just for a little while Germany..." Italy whined, slipping his arms up around the blonds' shoulders.

"Three weeks is not a little while Italy." Germany muttered, shrugging him off as he went to get the milk from the fridge.

Italy sighed, going back to the oven as the cinnamon buns looked just about ready. He should have anticipated the German's reaction to the news that their nephew Madrid was going to be staying with them for a while. "Germany please, you know how badly Spain wants him and Romano to get married!" he pleaded, pulling on an oven mitt to remove the pastries.

"Ja I know Italy, but that doesn't mean you should feel obligated to take Madrid just because Romano is your bruder."

"Who else would they get to look after him?"

Germany shrugged, getting out some mugs from the top cupboard. "I don't know, France und Canada? Are you having coffee?"

"Sì grazie, and you know my fratello would never trust France!" Italy pointed out, piling the fresh pastries onto a plate for the middle of the table.

"Romano doesn't trust me either, Italy." Germany said with an aggravated sigh, pouring coffee into the two mugs.

"He does! He just doesn't admit it Germany..." Italy smiled sadly at him, hugging him from behind, "I didn't know you hated Madrid this much..."

Germany looked down at him, one eyebrow raised, "Italy I don't hate mein nephew, in fact I would like to be a kind uncle to him." he said, carrying the mugs to the table with the Italian still attached to him. "The only problem is the kid hates me."

"Madrid doesn't hate you Germany!"

Germany rolled his eyes, "Italy he really does, he's terrified of me! He starts shaking whenever I walk into the room."

"He's just shy..." Italy said, skipping over to the doorway he poked his head out into the living room, "Dresden! Come and get some breakfast sweetheart."

Dresden looked up from the sofa, beaming at her Italian father. "'Kay daddy!" she jumped to her feet, toddling off into the kitchen away from her morning cartoons.

"It's more than being a little shy Italy; Romano's obviously been telling him nasty things about me to make him hate me." Germany muttered, slipping into a seat at their kitchen table with his cereal.

Dresden climbed up into the seat next to the German, looking up curiously, "Ve? Who hates you daddy?"

"He thinks Madrid hates him, but he doesn't. Did you get your room ready for him Dresden?" Italy asked, pushing the plate of pastries towards her.

Dresden took a syrupy cinnamon bun, grinning slightly, "Sì! I can't wait, cousin Madrid is so cute!"

Germany sighed; it looked like he had no say in the matter. He honestly couldn't understand why they were being put in such unusual circumstances. Spain and Romano were going off to Malaga to get married, and then immediately following that would be their three week honeymoon. But unlike most couples; their wedding was to be private, not even their son was attending. The German couldn't understand why anyone would want that, he had such fond memories of his and Italy's wedding and all the guests that had been their, family members and friends, only made it much more enjoyable.

However this was Romano they were dealing with. An incredibly private person, at least when it came to his relationship with Spain. The Spaniard had been begging for the last four years for them two to tie the knot. Ever since the birth of their son he'd pushed for it, feeling embarrassed about having a child born out of wedlock. He was surprised Romano didn't feel the same, being Catholic and all, although that being said he was gay so maybe obeying the laws of the church didn't matter that much to him. The Italian didn't see the point of them marrying. Eventually however, Romano gave in and agreed that they could get married.

It was to be an entirely private affair, a bit like Japan and Greece's wedding just last year. However unlike Japan and Greece's wedding whereby Germany and Italy were the only guests; Spain and Romano would be getting married in complete privacy, without even their son being there. Meaning he was stuck with his uncles for the next few weeks.

"Daddy, can I wear my blue dress to the barbeque on Saturday?" Dresden asked, finishing off her sticky, sugary breakfast.

Germany reached behind him to the sink for a damp cloth, wiping around his daughter's mouth for her. "If you want to princess, you can look after Madrid ja? Take him to play with you and Milan."

"And Quebec." Italy added, taking a sip of coffee.

"Only if she's there." Germany said, pouring some juice for Dresden, "She might be with France."

"Isn't France going?"

"Maybe...Canada might not want him there though." Germany said, looking up as the doorbell chimed; he sighed inwardly, "That'll be them I guess..."

Italy smiled apologetically at the German, skipping off to answer the door. "Ciao fratello! Ciao Spain! Ciao Madrid!" he beamed at his other family, holding out his arms.

Spain grinned, hugging him back enthusiastically but Romano disregarded his brother's welcome, checking over Madrid's suitcase. "Spain are you sure he's got everything he needs?"

"Urmm...sí! I think so." Spain said, gently ruffling his son's dark coloured locks.

Romano glared at him, "That doesn't sound very sure!"

Spain laughed slightly, "Okay, I'm pretty sure."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" Romano hissed, nudging him in the side.

Italy giggled slightly, taking the case from Spain when he passed it over to him. "It's fine fratello! If you've forgotten anything we can always go over to your place and pick it up if we need to." he said reassuringly, smiling down at his little nephew as he leant down towards him. "Hey Madrid, are you okay? You ready for your little holiday with your uncles and cousin Dresden?"

Madrid bit his thumb, still clinging tightly to Spain's trouser leg. "...sí." he mumbled softly, eyes kept fix on the carpet.

"Hallo." Germany said softly from the doorway, trying to put on the friendliest smile possible as to not freak out the child as he slowly wandered over to them.

Madrid burrowed further behind the Spaniard's leg as the German approached, trying to hide behind him. Spain bent down and picked him up, bouncing him in his arms. "Hey don't hide little churro, say hello to uncle Italy and Germany."

Madrid shook his head, burrowing into Spain's neck, "...hello." he squeaked quietly.

"Listen here you German bastard." Romano growled, pushing his way through the threshold he jabbed the blond in the chest. "I'm not happy about leaving Madrid with you, but we don't have any other choice. We're leaving him under your care and if anything happens I will hold you personally responsible!" he fumbled in pocket for a moment before producing a piece of paper. "Here's the phone number of the hotel we're staying in in case you can't reach us by mobile, you call us if anything goes wrong you got that? Any time night or day you contact us if Madrid needs us, you got that?"

Germany nodded, taking the number, "Don't worry, he'll be fine with us I promise."

"Sì we'll take good care of him fratello, you have a fun time!" Italy said happily, hugging his brother close.

Spain beamed, "We will don't worry, I can't wait until we're married!"

Romano sighed, prizing his brother off himself, "I really don't get why it's such a big deal, nothing is going to change."

"Being married is amazing Romano!" Italy insisted, wrapping his arm around the German's.

Romano rolled his eyes, "There's no point to it, I'm not ever going to leave Spain, we have a kid together!"

Spain laughed slightly, "It'll still be nice to have a ring on my finger."

Romano sighed, holding out his arms for Madrid. "Whatever." he muttered, taking his son from the Spaniard, cuddling him close. "You be good okay little tomato?"

Italy sidled up to Spain, sighing slightly, "I really really want to be there for your wedding Spain..."

Spain smiled sadly, "Sí I wish you all could be there; Romano just doesn't want people hearing him doing his vows."

"He's so stubborn sometimes..."

"Sí...it doesn't matter though; I'm having the wedding secretly filmed so I'll show the tape when we get back!" Spain whispered to the Italian, chuckling slightly.

"What was that?" Romano asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Nothing sweetie." Spain said, joining the cuddle, "We better get going; Madrid you be a good boy for uncle Italy and uncle Germany okay? Do everything they say."

Madrid bit his lip, looking up at his dad's with his big bright green eyes, holding them close, "Okay..."

"Try not to miss us okay? Be a brave boy." Spain said, ruffling his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"We'll see you soon little tomato." Romano kissed the top of his head before carefully handing him over to his brother.

"Okay, well have fun you two." Germany said, giving Spain a brief hug; he wouldn't even attempt to hug Romano anymore, it was always awkward and forced.

"Gracias Germany!" Spain beamed, taking Romano's hand, "We will, we'll call okay? Bye you two! Bye Madrid, be good!" he called before tugging his fiancé out of the door, down the driveway to their car.

Italy stood in the open doorway to wave them off. Madrid clung to the front of his uncle's shirt, chewing on his thumb again as he watched his father's leave. He glanced up at Germany, squeaking slightly when the blond suddenly looked at him, burrowing into Italy's neck; Germany sighed softly. "Do you want some breakfast Madrid?" Italy asked as he carried him back inside, taking him into the kitchen.

"Ciao Madrid!" Dresden looked up, beaming, waving at her cousin from the kitchen table. Madrid waved back slightly, clinging to the front of Italy's shirt until the Italian placed him down on the floor as Dresden climbed down from her seat.

"Do you kids want anything else to eat or drink?" Germany asked, slipping back into his seat.

"I'm okay daddy; I'll take Madrid upstairs to show him where he's sleeping." Dresden said happily, taking her cousin's hand she tugged him out into the living room and disappeared up the stairs.

Germany sighed, threading a hand into the hair at the back of his neck. "This'll be fun."

Italy smiled sadly, cuddling the German from behind. "Please Germany...did you see how happy Spain is about getting married?"

"Ja, ja I know...but did you see the look on the kid's face when he saw me?"

"It'll be fine Germany, who knows maybe Madrid will get used to you!" Italy said happily, kissing the back of his neck.

Germany sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Ja...somehow I doubt that."

~0~

Greece woke slowly that morning, as he did most mornings, rolling over onto his back. He yawned slightly, rubbing his eyes until they fully opened and his and Japan's bedroom came into focus, only the Asian was nowhere to be seen. The Grecian frowned slightly in confusion, listening out to hear the Asian in the bathroom. He couldn't hear any sounds from their ensuite, but could hear some shuffling around from downstairs in the kitchen. Greece got to his feet, pulled on a t-shirt from last night before he slowly made his way downstairs, stopping just outside the kitchen doorway.

There the Asian stood with his back to his husband, cooking something up on the stove for breakfast, straining slightly to reach the pan over his large bump. Greece smirked slightly, slowly stepping into the room, padding across the cold kitchen tiles in his bare feet to hug the Asian from behind, startling him.

"Oh Greece, you're awake-hey! What are you doing?" Japan asked as the Grecian removed the spatula from the Asian's hand and gently tugged him backwards towards the kitchen table.

"I've told you before..." Greece said softly, hooking his foot around a chair he pulled it out for Japan. "You're not to be on your feet, ever."

"I can manage to cook breakfast, Greece." Japan said even as he let himself be lowered into the seat. He couldn't help letting out a slight sigh of relief as his sore back was rested.

Greece smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead, "Not pregnant you're not...I'll do it."

"But you were sleeping." Japan pointed out.

"Then you should have woken me."

"I don't like waking you..." Japan said softly, taking Greece's face in his hands, softly stroking his cheeks. "You pretend you're okay with it, but I know you're secretly annoyed whenever I do."

Greece pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "If it means you're not on your feet, then I don't mind..." he purred softly, stroking the back of his neck before standing up straight. "Now I'll finish making breakfast okay?"

"Greece you can't cook." Japan said with a slight smirk in his voice as his husband wandered over to the stove, looking slightly bewildered.

Greece glanced back, "Well then you can instruct me." he held up a hand when Japan tried to get to his feet. "From over there."

Japan smiled slightly, settling back in his seat. "Okay..." he reached onto the table for an envelope, holding it up to his husband. "We still need to post the birthday cards to Canada and America."

Greece nodded, looking slightly awkward as he attempted to flip the pancake. "Yeah, they're the same day right?"

"No, a few days between...but they're having that joint barbeque thing."

"...oh yeah...it's a shame we can't make it."

"Well...we could-"

"But we won't." Greece said sternly (well as sternly as the Grecian possibly could) pointing the spatula at his husband. "We're not travelling all that way when you're in that condition."

"You make it sound like I've got a disease." Japan said, smirking slightly.

Greece smiled, turning off the oven as he gave up, the pancake mix now sloshed over the sides of the pan, making a mess on the counter. "Yet I'd still love you...can we go out for breakfast?"

"I thought I wasn't allowed to move?"

"I'll carry you." Greece said, smirking slightly.

Japan smiled, attempting to stand up, "Don't even try it...we'll take the car."

~0~

Canada unlatched the front door of his small home in Toronto, smiling slightly when he saw his daughter on the doorstep. "Hello maple." he said cheerily, holding out his arms for his little blond daughter to run into, hugging her close. "Did you have fun staying with papa?" he asked, glancing up at the Frenchman stood behind them, giving him a slight awkward smile.

"Oui! It was fun." Quebec said, gently releasing the Canadian. "We went to see a show."

Canada smiled slightly, "Oh well you'll have to tell me about it..." he glanced up at France again, gently ushering his daughter into the house, "Maple why don't you go and put your bag upstairs while I talk to papa?"

"Okay." Quebec took her pink travel case, waving to the Frenchman, "See you soon papa!"

France smiled, blowing her a kiss, "Goodbye mon petit ange."

Canada waited until Quebec had disappeared upstairs before he stepped out onto the doorstep, half closing the front door behind him so he was out of earshot. He glanced up at France, smiling slightly, "Hey..."

"Bonjour..." France said softly, attempting to smile back.

Canada bit his lip, shrugging slightly, "So...how was she?"

"She waz fine...occasionally asked why you weren't around but other zan zat, we had fun."

Canada nodded, "Good...how have you been?"

"Fine...and yourself?" France asked softly, rubbing a hand across his bristly chin.

"I've been good too..."

France nodded, glancing away awkwardly. "So um...I was thinking about zat barbecue you're having with your frère on Saturday..."

"Yes?"

"You...well you're not going to want me zere are you?"

Canada bit his lip, shrugging slightly, "Well...I'm not going to stop you...if you want to come you can, you were invited."

France nodded, brushing his hands through his hair, "Okay well...I'll see you zere zen...'ave a good day, Canada." he said, giving the Canadian a slight hug before he took off down the driveway, giving him a brief wave before he left.

Canada sighed, disappearing back into the house, jumping slightly as his daughter was at his feet. "Daddy..." she said softly, tugging on the Canadian's shirt.

"Oui maple?" Canada said, putting on a cheery smile.

"...why doesn't papa sleep here anymore?" she asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as they slipped down.

Canada bit his lip, gently ruffling her blond locks. "Papa and daddy are just...going through some things maple."

Quebec bit her lip, leaning into her dad. "...will it get better?"

Canada smiled sadly, cuddling her close. "I hope so sweetheart, I hope so."

Whoaaa...can't believe I started this again XD I must be insane haha

Anywho, hope you'll enjoy it, another drama filled series with tears and tantrums and all that malarkey, don'tcha just love kids?

This is a continuation from about two months after the reunion at the end of Love's Aftermath's epilogue

Reviews are love :)