Berlin 1989

Gilbert awakened to find himself on the couch of his younger brother Ludwig's couch or he assumed it was Ludwig's. Gott, don't let him be dreaming again. He really didn't want to see that bastard's face again. The jackass standing over him with the room looking like a perfect copy of West's place, minus something. Or maybe it was someone else's that had been close to him that this room looked to belong to… he couldn't remember anymore.

Here we go, Ivan's coming.

Footsteps approached and Gilbert tried to move, finding it impossible. Something was holding down his leg and arm. He was trapped! Schiesse, he must have gotten patched up by Lithuania again.

That idiot! How many times did he have to tell the guy that he was a bastard and he made everything worse?

"You're awake?" A little boy ran over and bounced by the couch excitedly. "JA! AWESOME! DAD! VATTI! HE'S AWAKE!"

Gilbert stared at the boy in wonder. Why did the kid look like Roderich? That was weird.

"I'm coming, Hienrich. I'm coming." Roderich appeared in the doorway looking absolutely exhausted.

"You take too long," the boy complained.

"I was working in the study on some things for Ludwig."

"Yeah?" He laughed a bit, "I'm surprised you weren't in the music room."

"Shouldn't I say the same to you?"

The kid winced before quickly smirking, "I was checking up on him."

Roderich's attention took a minute to spare him a glance before his attention went back to the kid, "go practice. I'm going to talk to Gilbert for a few minutes." The kid groaned loudly, "and Hienrich? I expect you to have gotten at least past the first measure when I come to check on you."

"…fine. Prissy dad…"

"Now, Hienrich!"

The boy walked out sullenly and Gilbert frowned, "since when have you had a kid?"

Roderich shook his head and sat down next to him on the couch. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long, who's Hienrich?"

Gilbert winced as Roderich ignored his questions and started to what he assumed was checking his bandages. "You're healing up well…"

"You didn't answer my question."

Roderich blinked in surprise before pushing his glasses back up, "Hienrich is my son of course. I would assume that you were listening to our conversation-"

"Who's the mom?"

Roderich remained silent as he continued to check the wounds and Gilbert growled at him.

"Specs."

"…I am."

That was different. "Specs, guys don't get pregnant."

"It was a shock to a lot of people. My bosses were furious, but there was no use in denying I was pregnant when Hienrich was finally born."

Okay… "So who's the father then?"

Again that silence came. What the hell? Why was it that Specs was being so fucking quiet?

"Roddy?"

"I thought you might have guessed already."

"How? He looks like you."

Roderich set some of the old bandaging that was soiled onto the table and pulled some new wrappings out of the first aid kit nearby. "Who do you think is the father? Who does he seem to act like?"

That was kinda hard to say… "Hungary?"

"Nein. Eliza had nothing to do with him. They don't get along in any way, shape, or form. I've tried everything to get them to talk to each other, but they insist on fighting."

Gilbert laughed a little, wincing at the pain his chest wounds were causing him. "Awesome."

"I figured you would say that."

Gilbert waited a few minutes before; "is it West…?"

"Gilbert, nein. It's not Ludwig."

The boy returned, flute in hand and was attempting to hide just behind the doorframe.

"uh…" Gilbert watched him closely. He was actually kind of good at hiding. The only thing that gave him away was the Mariazell-like piece of hair that stuck up. As if sensing him, Roderich sighed.

"Hienrich? I know you aren't standing by the door again."

"Of course not! I'm too awesome to be…crap!" He went running and Roderich just shook his head, a small smile on his face.

"He seems to act familiar…"

"Are you hungry?"

Gilbert shook his head, "no, I'm curious. Who does he act like?"

Roderich stood up and grabbed the bandages from on the table, "would you like something to drink? We've been watching over you, but it's been a while since we gave you something."

"Some beer would be awesome."

"I should have guessed."

"Yeah, probably. So anyway, who's the father?"

The Austrian smirked a little, "I'll tell you when you are in better health."

With that, the man left.