You lay fast asleep in your uncle Romano's arms, cuddling with him and burying your face into his tan military uniform that he always seemed to wear. Veneziano was spending the night over Germany's house along with Japan for some unknown reason. Well, unknown to you anyways. So were spending the night alone with Romano.

"Hey, Romano! We came to keep you and _____ company!" A familiar Spanish accent called from the now open front door, waking you from your unconscious state.

"Damn it, why the hell did I give that idiota the key?" Romano grumbled to himself before shouting, "Wait, what'a the hell do you mean 'we'!?"

You tugged Romano's shirt to gain his attention, and his harsh glare noticeably softened as he looked into your big, (e/c) eyes, "Uncle Roma, why is Spain here?"

It's not that you didn't like Spain, you really did, he always gave you all of his attention and loved you unconditionally. It was just that, well, he just woke you up, and you weren't very happy about it. Spain rushed into the room and scooped you out of the Italian nation's arms, Prussia following.

"There's my little sobrina! I was worried you might be asleep!" The Spaniard cooed.

"Idiota! She was sleeping until'a you came!" Romano yelled and attempted to take you back, but Spain just held you closer to his chest.

"Ja, vay to go, Spain. Now she's gonna be cranky all day tomorrow! Kesesese~" The 'awesome' Prussian teased.

"Oh, great. You brought the potato bastard's fratello." Then a thought came to Romano's head as he peeked behind them, "Wait, is that French bastard here too!? I swear to god if he is-"

"Lucky for you," Prussia interjected, "Ve ditched France at ze bar. Ve figured it vouldn't be ze best idea to bring him around _____. Und if your vondering vhy ve're here, it's because Vest threw me out of ze house for ze night, so I decided to hang out vith zhem two."

"Aren't'a you part of the Axis too?"

"So are you, but apparently ve 'don't don't vork vell vith others' so Vest didn't want us there."

"What!? Whatever, it's'a not like I wanted to anyways."

While Prussia and Romano argued in the background (well, it was mostly just Romano yelling) Spain was rocking you back and forth in his arms, singing you a Spanish lullaby. You curled up to his warm chest and listened to his heart beat. Within minutes you were asleep.

"Aw, she's even more adorable when she's asleep~!" Spain was practically drooling over you at this point. It was a little creepy, but you're really adorable, so it's understandable! Fortunately for you, Romano stopped his pointless bickering with Prussia long enough to  grab you out of Spain's grasp.

"Yeah, that's great, but now it's'a her bedtime, so get the hell out!" He snapped and sent  a death glare towards the two intruders.

"Kesesese~ Vhatever, I'll see her tomorrow anyvays!" Prussia snickered and walked out the door, "I'll meet you in ze car, Spain!"

"D'aw where does mi little tomate sleep?"

"Damn it you bastardo, get out!"

"Can I tuck her in? Please~?" Spain clasped his hands together and looked at Romano with puppy dog eyes, making the Italian let out an aggravated sigh.

"If I say 'yes' will you'a leave already?"

"Si~ I promise!"

"Fine."

"Yay~!" Spain squeed.

"Keep it down, idiota! Do you want to wake'a her up again!?" Romano glared daggers at the Spainiard.

"So where does she sleep?" Spain completely ignored the scolding from your uncle.

"She doesn't like'a sleeping alone, so she sleeps in either mine or'a Veneziano's bed."

"That's so cute!"

"I hate'a you so much."

-_-_-_-_

Spain pulled the blankets on Romano's bed over your sleeping form and kissed your forehead. On instinct, your unconscious form grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to you until you were curled up in a ball with nothing showing but your head.

"Great, she's asleep, so go home!" Romano harshly whispered to Spain, who only chuckled slightly in response.

"Alright, alright I'm going. You know Romano, you're very protective of ______. You love her very much, si?"

Romano glanced at your sleeping form. "Well, Veneziano's always at that potato bastard's house, so'a someone has to take care of her…" He mumbled.

"Whatever you say Roma~" Spain smiled to himself and walked out the bedroom door.

"Hey, what's'a that supposed to mean!?"

"Uncle Roma?" You mumbled tiredly and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, "Aren't you gonna sleep with me?"

Romano allowed a rare smile spread across his face and kissed you on the forehead like Spain had done moments before, "Si, bella, I just have'a to make sure that the tomato bastard leaves okay?"

"Okay…"

Romano followed Spain out the door, leaving you half asleep in bed, waiting for his return. After a little but of yelling from Romano and laughter from Spain, he returned to you.

"Eh, I'm gonna get changed, okay? Put'a your head under the pillow until'a I say otherwise." You were to tired to question why, so just did as you were told until you felt the bed tilt slightly when your uncle laid down next to you and pull you closer.

"Alright, buonanotte, bella."

"Good night, uncle Roma…"

-_-_-_-_

Meanwhile…

Italy glanced between Japan and Germany's serious faces. They were busy talking about battle plans while he just sat there listening… Well, pretending to listen actually. Wars didn't interest him to much, especially when they involved countries that could easily destroy him… And, if it wasn't for Germany protecting him, that would have been everyone. However, he had something else on his mind; he was thinking about ____. He'd found her all alone in the rain nearly a month ago and took her in as his own daughter. The main problem with this was that he was always busy training with Germany and Japan. Even though he took her with him he never actually got to spend time with her, like he should have been.

'She's'a just a little country, she needs me there for her. What if she'a get's attacked by England!? She still has fratello there with her, but I wanna be there too… Plus, she's'a so cute~!'

"Italy!" Germany's scream snapped him out of his thought process.

"Ve!? What, what is it?" He nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Vhat ze hell is wrong vith you? Pay attention, zis is important!"

"Ve… Sorry, Germany…"  The Italian nation replied quietly and looked down at the table.

"I-itary, what's wrong? You are usuarly louder them this…" The Asain nation looked at his friend with concern.

"Ja, you usually at least pretend to pay attention…" Germany added.

'Was it really that obvious that'a I never listened?' Of course it was…

"Alright, vat's wrong vith you? If you're vorried about getting attacked, don't be. Me und Japan vill be zere too, so calm ze hell down."

"N-no, it's not that… It's just'a that ______ is so young and I never get to spend time with'a her. She'a needs someone there for her."

'You're not exactly ze best role model…' Germany remarked to himself, 'You'll just teach her how to surrender und run avay.

The German man let out a sigh, "Alright fine, you can have tomorrow off from training. But you'll have to make up for it ze next day!"

Of course, Japan and Italy were completely stunned by this; Germany almost never let Italy slack off. (He slacks off anyways though)

Italy glomped Germany, who almost fell out of his seat, "Thank'a you so much, Germany! Now I can finally teach my little bambina some things about'a being a nation!"

"Ja, whatever, just let go of me!"

-_-_-_-_

Instead of sleeping over Germany's house as planned, Italy decided to go home. It was midnight, so you were probably sleeping at this point, he just hoped that Romano had taken care of you. As much as he loved his brother, he could be a bit unreliable… Then again so is he.

He slowly opened the front door and peeked inside. All the lights were off, the TV wasn't on and Romano wasn't anywhere in sight.

'That's'a weird, ve… I expected fratello to'a still be awake.' Quietly stalking through the hallways, he made it to his elder brother's room and peeked inside.

There lay ______ with her face dug into her uncle's chest, gripping into his shirt, while Romano had his arms around her pulling close. Both of them were sleeping soundly, letting out light snores. Italy smiled widely at the sight before him; you were both so cute! Not to mention he'd never seen Romano be so kind to anyone. He walked over to the king sized bed and laid down next to you, so you in between the two Italian brothers, and kissed your forehead.

"buona notte mia piccola _____," was the last thing he said before drifting off to sleep.