Nyo Bad touch trio - Hetalia (ft Chibitalia)

Birds softly chirped from branches out the window, the smell of wet grass from last night's rain almost comforting from your seat on the balcony. This was... New. It was rarely ever this peaceful in the mornings. Just you, Isabel, and François sitting around a glass table with morning drinks and not having to worry about the stress of life for once. The morning sun cast a golden blanket over the balcony and lush green of the garden below, warming your skin and nourishing the plants in the grass. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against the chair you sat on, saucer clinking as your coffee cup rested on top. To your left came a small giggle, Isabel's eyebrow lifting to look at your expression, clearly finding some amusement in just how uncharacteristically at ease you felt, her feelings made obvious by the lift tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Mornings like these are nice, huh?"

You glanced over at her, attention caught by her soft words. And yet... She was right. Mornings like these where nothing had to be done today, where all three of you could simply sit down, relax, and not worry about anything... It was rare, but it was nice. Ever since you'd bought the Hetalia CD's from the sketchy garage sale you'd went to a few months back and the girls somehow popped out of the show, your life had been nothing but chaos. Every day, one of them was always up to some form of chaos, so it's nice to get moments like these. At Isabel's teasing, François piped up.

"Oui, it seems zhat mornings where Julchen isn't pulling her usual chaos are zhe most enjoyable, non?"

A small smile tugged at your lips as you thought about it, and... Yeah. Julchen seemed to usually be the cause of most of the fuss in the house, either burning something down or playing her 'awesome guitar solos' at 3 in the morning. Though... Bringing up Julchen got you thinking. You haven't seen her in a while.

Not this morning when she'd usually be up raiding the fridge for breakfast... Not calling dibs on the remote and diving onto the couch like a stunt double... So where the hell could she be?

It seems like similar thoughts crossed François' and Isabel's minds as well, a look of slight confusion crossing their faces.

"... Maybe she was over fighting that Austria again?"

Isabel's words made you consider, and a small sigh escaped your lips. Of course she was... She regularly goes over there, much to your annoyance, and always tries to get into an epic fight with Austria or Hungary.

However, the saying "speak of the devil and he will appear" also apparently applies to Julchen in many cases. She's like Beetlejuice, you say her name three times and she appears. Whether it's right behind you to spook you... Coming out of the bathroom smelling like fermented troll shit... Or whether it's breaking down the door at 7am and running everyone's rare moment of peace.

"IM BACK, LOSERS! ZHE GREAT PRUSSIA HAS DONE IT AGAIN, I WIN!"

You internally groaned, not wanting to deal with her usual bullshit this morning, so you kept your back turned to Julchen in hopes that she'll get the hint and stop screaming. However, that didn't last long, as you noticed the expressions on both the girls in front of you.

They looked... Nothing less than horrified.

Finally, you turned in your chair to see what the fuss might be about, and instantly went pale.

It wasn't just Julchen standing there.

She has a child in her arms.

"... Julchen... Mon Amie, where exactly have you been zhis whole time..!?"

François voice cracked as she asked, abruptly standing up from the table as Isabel followed suit. WHERE did Julchen get a child!? WHY did she have a child!? WHOS FUCKING KID IS THAT!?

Despite her panic, François did try and sound normal in hopes to not startle the little kid... But it seems like the prepubescent turd in the German's arms seemed to also be brain-dead, eyes closed and smiling like nothing is wrong.

"Oh, ja," Julchen grins like nothing is wrong, still holding the baby out in front of her and propping her boot up on the couch cushion as she recapped what happened.

"I vent over to zhat jerkface Austria's house and totally kicked his and Hungary's ass like zhe awesome dudette I am, and suddenly I see zhis little guy sitting zhere, too! So, I took him."

As if it was choreographed, your jaw, François jaw, and Isabel's jaw dropped in unison as the whole room went silent.

"... Let me get this straight," The silence was only broken by Isabel's dumbfounded words, stepping forwards and looking back and fourth between the two before settling on Julchen.

"... You went to Austria's house. You beat them up... AND STOLE THEIR CHILD!? ¡Estás loco! JULCHEN, WE HAVE TO GIVE THE KID BACK!"

Julchen only scoffed at her words and pulled the kid back, as If this whole thing was perfectly reasonable and everyone else was overreacting.

"Oh come on. Austria and Hungary are recovering after my epic beatdown anyways, I'm sure zhey wouldn't mind if we watched over their kid for just a little vhile!"

As Isabel's expression didn't falter, Julchen paused. Before slowly... She held the kid up in front of her. Staring at that cute little face... Chubby cheeks... Isabels heart practically melted.

"... Si, you've convinced me, at least. I think we should watch over the little girl for just a little longer before we give her back, okay!"

Julchens face immediately exploded into a grin, internally cheering as she held the kid up above her head and spun around in celebration.

"JA, ZHIS IS GOING TO BE ZHE MOST AWESOME BABYSITTING ZHING EVER!"

As she spun, laughs escaped both her and the little girl. It was... Honestly really cute.

François couldn't help but smile from beside you, cupping her cheek as she watched the display.

"... Hm.. maybe zhis could be fun for a while, non? I say we let zhem watch the kid for a while. How hard could it be? Don't you agree, {{user}}?"