Never actually tried this pairing… But I figured the Netherlands/Holland and Belgium have to have SOME parents… and they're right in between Germany and France and Germany & France would have been awkward so I went back in time a bit ^_^

Germania sighed. Roman Empire was going off again. It was always about winning battles, getting girls, and sometimes losing a battle. Germania could do nothing but let him talk, as usual.

But, today he saw something. Something that made his internal OCD self die a little. He was perfectly fine with curly hair but that THING was UNACCEPTABLE. How could Roman Empire not notice an IRRITATING CURLY…THING sticking off his head? Was he really that clueless? Germania resisted the urge to pull it off, cut it off, comb it down, SOMETHING to get rid of it… Germania's hand twitched. He mentally chastised it. Stop twitching. Stop twitchin"g. I'm sure he has a reason to have it. Stop twitching. It must be a security thing or something he thinks will get the girls. Yes, that's it. Germania rationalized with himself.

Germania's hand started twitching again, so he switched tactics, instead hoping for a distraction.

And he got it.

France walked by to greet Germania and Roman Empire.

France was fairly young for a country, only 18 or so (human age). He stopped and sat next to Germania to listen to Roman Empire's ramblings.

This provided the perfect distraction for Germania, who found it extremely awkward to be anywhere near France after their… affair that ended earlier that year.

Obviously France did not find it so, considering the fact that France's arm was currently looped through Germania's… no. Of course not. It's France, after all.

Roman Empire suddenly stopped talking and ran off. Germania looked in the general direction, seeing exactly what he expected. A really pretty girl. Germania sighed and rolled his eyes.

"So, Germania." said France.

"Yes?"

"You should really come see Holland sometime."

Ah. Holland. Holland was their kid. Sometime during their time together France had… conceived? Yes, conceived is the word. France had conceived Holland. Holland turned two earlier this year. Germania hadn't seen Holland since Christmas. I really should get around to that. With a "mother" like France and without proper guidance, that child will grow up… promiscuous.

"I should."

"You should come over now."

"Perhaps I should tell Roman Empire first."

"He's rather preoccupied."

"True."

"I'm bored. Come over."

"I'm not here to cater to your whims."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"…"

"So, will you come over?" France decided pouting would help, so he did. He pouted and rubbed his smooth cheek against Germania's arm.

"…you know, if you keep doing that, you'll grow a beard."

"That's fine."

"…"

"So yes?"

"…sure."

So, Germania let himself be dragged to France's house. Upon entering, France called:

"Holland~! Papa et Maman sont retournés!"

Within seconds, Germania's leg was attacked by a small blonde boy.

"Holland! You've grown bigger and faster!"

"Ja! Papa's here!"

Germania picked Holland up and chatted with the boy, with France leaning on Germania's arm, joining the conversation.

Before Germania even noticed, it was night and Holland was asleep in his lap on the couch. Holland sort of sat, using Germania's left arm as a pillow/blanket, small arms wrapped around his arm. Germania's right arm was draped across Holland's waist. France had also fallen asleep sometime during his story to Holland. His head rested on Germania's right shoulder.

"Hnn…"

France shifted, then sat up, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Did I fall asleep...? Oops…"

Stretching, France looked down at the sleeping Holland.

"We should get him in bed…"

"Yeah."

France leaned over and gently picked up Holland. Holland shifted, grabbing hold of France's neck while still asleep. Germania followed as France walked up the stairs into Holland's room. Germania leaned against the doorframe as he watched France tuck Holland into bed. France walked out, quietly closing the door behind them.

"Are you going home?"

"Probably."

"Will you stay over?"

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because of?"

"Because I miss you?" France hugged Germania, resting his head on Germania's chest.

"…I guess I could stay then…"

Germania wrapped his arms around France's small figure, setting his chin on France's head.

Germania woke up the next morning to a familiar ceiling that was not his. Oh…crap… He turned to see his fears confirmed. France. Naked. In bed. Next to him. In his arms. Scheisse!

France stirred.

"Nn…Germania…?"

"Good morning."

"Good morning…" France snuggled closer to Germania, "I miss your warmth…"

Germania had to admit, it was quite comfortable waking up with another person next to you. But awkward, especially since they broke up not that long ago (in country terms). Once again, this feeling was one-sided. Obviously France was comfortable enough to sleep with him, and then cuddle in the morning.

"J'aime tes cheveaux."

"What?"

"I love your hair."

"How random."

"I wish I could grow out my hair. But I don't think it would work on mine the way in works on you…" France played with Germania's long (, shiny) blonde hair. Germania glanced at the clock, which read 8:00a.m.

"I have to work today."

"Fine…" France reluctantly got up, dressing right in front of Germania.

"You still don't have any sense of shame…"

"Why should I?" asked France as he walked out of the door to go make breakfast for three.

Germania shook his head and got up to dress. Then he went to go wake up his son.

France was a good cook, no, an amazing cook. Perhaps even amazing underrates his cooking. Germania missed his cooking every morning. Holland sat in Germania's lap, playing with his hair like his mother did that morning.

Germania finished eating and kissed Holland on the forehead.

"Goodbye, Papa!"

"Bye, Holland."

"What, no kiss for me?"

Germania sighed and kissed France on the forehead too, before leaving for work.

Holland's birthday party, about 3 months later

Germania arrived, only to be attacked by a ball of energy.

"Hey, Holland. Happy Birthday!" said Germania as he picked up said ball of energy.

"Papa! Papa!" came his reply. Holland jumped down and went to join a troupe of his little friends.

Germania chuckled, leaving his present where the others were. He bumped into France.

"France! Hello! Hey, you seem a little pale…"

"Oui, I think so, too. I've been a bit sick lately."

"Oh? For how long?"

"A week now."

"That's quite long for any disease. Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yeah. No result."

"That's odd. I don't suppose you're 'pregnant' again?"

"Probably, actually."

"What?"

"Why are you so surprised? You suggested it."

"I was kidding!" Germania ran a hand through his hair, "How many people have you been sleeping with, anyway?"

"Excluding you, none."

"…"

"…"

"That means…"

"Yeah…"

Germania internally panicked. AGAIN? Except now it's awkward because we're not a couple.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know yet…but in a few months could you take Holland?"

"Sure." Germania paused for a moment, and then pulled France into a corner with him, hugging France's back to his chest. He whispered, "I'm sorry…"

"For what?"

"This is all my fault. I'm going to make you suffer again…"

"It's not your fault. I'm the one that wanted you to stay…"

"…"

"But…," France's voice turned mischievous, "…if you're really sorry, you'll get back together with me~"

"…"

France looked at Germania's face.

"Jeez, I'm just kidding," France poked Germania's face, "You're so serious all the time."

"You-"

"MAMAN! MAMAN! WHERE ARE YOU, MAMAN?" interrupted his thoughts.

France sighed and unwrapped himself from Germania.

"Coming, Holland, mon chèri!"

And I don't feel like writing any more today. I'll finish it later… *procrastinates*