The little white bench had a particularly good view of the playground where families took their little kids to play. Italy had made a habit out of sitting on the little park bench and watching all the little kids playing. Sure it was a little pedo-ish, but he did't really notice. Or care. He loved watching the little boys and girls run around playing with one another. They were all so adorable, Italy wished he could take them home with him. Of course, Germany would probably get mad at him if he did. Not to mention it was illegal.

He sat there on the bench for two hours. It was getting cold. December in Germany was much too cold for his tastes, but no one in the park seemed to be affected by the weather. Other than Italy that is. So he sat there shivering, watching all the little families playing in the snow.

A young boy with dark brown hair ran over to the young woman who was sitting next to him on the bench. The little boy was crying as he ran over to his mother. She caught him in her arms and held him until he stopped crying. Italy's chest ached as he watched them out of the corner of his eyes. He wished he had a little kid to run to him like that. The young woman kissed her son's forehead and sent him running back off to the playground.

Italy watched him go off longingly. He sighed as he watched all the parents interacting with their children. Everyone seemed to be a happy little family. Too bad he couldn't have one as well. He could just see him and Germany with a little boy or girl. It'd be so cute! They could bring him/her to the park and Italy would get to watch his own child play on the playground. He didn't know how it could happen though. Not to mention that Germany would probably be completely against the idea of them being parents.

The small brunette sighed and stood up, not wanting to torture himself anymore than he already had. He did this at least twice a week: go to the playground, watch little kids being adorable, leave once his chest hurt too much, go back to Germany's house, pretend that everything was all right, repeat. Quite the schedule, huh?

If only he could have his own little baby boy or girl. That'd be great. He wondered if Germany would even consider it. Doubtful. Germany didn't really seem like the kind of person who would want a baby, not to mention he always said having Prussia around was like having a kid. He probably thought the same thing about Italy. Why would he want an actual kid running around? No, probably best not to mention it to Germany.

Italy sighed. He didn't think a baby would be too much for them to handle. Sure, Romano would get mad and yell and Prussia would probably freak out and Germany would practically have a heart attack every time something went a little wrong (although he already did that), but he was pretty sure a baby would turn out fine raised by the pair of them. And it wasn't like he'd only been with Germany for a short time. It'd been since, wow, World War II. Man they'd been together a long time. Italy hadn't really ever stopped to think about it before. It'd been over sixty years since he'd started dating Germany.

He continued to come up with valid reasons why there was no reason he and Germany shouldn't have a baby. He didn't think there would be any sort of commitment issue, it was Germany he was talking about. There was no financial or relationship problems, no reason he could think of to ruin the baby's family dynamic, why shouldn't they have a baby? Italy wanted one. Germany was probably still fretting over what to get him for Christmas, which was only a week away. Maybe, just maybe he could get Germany on board with the whole baby thing. Sounded like a plan to him.

For the first time since Italy had first started wanting a child, he skipped back home. His usual smile was once again present on his face.

He couldn't wait to tell Germany that he wanted a baby. Maybe I should plan out how to tell him. Italy thought as he shivered through the streets on his way back home. A plan would probably be a good idea. Some how he needed to make sure that Germany would say yes.

Italy knew exactly how he was going to do it.

A/N: Hey! I hope you've enjoyed my prologue. Italy was acting kind of pedophile-ish there in the beginning, wasn't he?

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