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Gently bouncing the two bundles he held, Britain placed them in side-by-side cribs, smiling down at them. Inside the bundles of blue cloth, were two newborn twin brothers, one yawning quietly, while the other snuggled deeper into the cloth.

‘Zhey ar’ so c’te.’ A tired voice cooed, gaining Arthur’s attention. Going to his side, Britain helped him to a large rocking chair nearby.

For the last nine months, France had been pregnant, giving birth to their beloved Matthew and Alfred less than a day ago.

‘They are.’ Britain smiled, picking up and handing Matthew to France, also giving him a formula bottle. While France fed Matthew, Britain fed Alfred, his eyes shining bright with something he had never felt before.

Finishing off the bottle, Alfred gurgled, reaching up blindly, as his eyes were still closed. Arthur stretched out a digit, smiling when the tiny hands latched on, happy gurgles sounding throughout the room. Francis smiled from his seat, gently burping Matthew, who yawned quietly, frowning at something.

Placing the bottle down, Francis froze, motioning for Arthur to come to him. Matthew had opened his eyes, revealing violet-sapphire orbs, which stared straight at France. Francis smiled, caressing Matthews’s hand, when he reached up, the smaller giggling quietly. Tears of happiness streamed down France’s face, and Arthur smiled, kissing the top of his husband’s head lovingly.

Helping him stand, the new family of four walked up to the couple’s bedroom, climbing onto the bed. Moving so Alfred and Matthew were in between them, Britain chuckled when France yawned, his eyes drooping shut.

‘I love you, Francis.’ Arthur murmured, kissing the back of the Frenchman’s left hand. France blushed, kissing the hand Arthur held his with.

‘Je t'aime.’ France smiled, before they drifted off to sleep, hand in hand.