Germany x Reader: Revenge Is Sweet~

"AAAHH!! IT BURNS!!!!"

". . .Germany. . .turn around. . ."

Germany turned around to you, and you doubled over in laughter. He had somehow gotten baby powder all over himself, and not any on the twin girl he was changing. The little  brunette girl giggled, her color-changing blue eyes sparkling with every giggle. She rolled on the changing thing as Germany just stood there scowling, waiting for his wife to get the laughing out of her system. He stood there for a solid 10 MINUTES before she finally stopped and wiped the tears from her eyes. Artimis giggled again, and stopped rolling to let her mutti finnish changing her diaper. The other twin, a girl named Bindi, glanced up with some disaproval in her light blue eyes before continuing to focus on her letter blocks. Her blonde-brown hair was pulled back in pig-tails, like Artie's was.

"Sorry about interrupting your concentration, Bindi~" You giggled, pulling back down your daughter's pink dress- given by he Uncle Poland, of course- and placed her in the play-pen with the other. You then felt a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and smacked at your husband - your shirt and skirt were now powdered white.

"Okay, NOT cool, Lud." You growled, trying in vain to beat off the powder. You groaned. Germany cracked a rare smile and sat down with the children, pulling you down with him onto his lap. Your two-year-old daughters swarmed you two.

"We're  surrounded," You whispered into Germany's ear in fear. Then they attacked, pulling your hair, your shirt, your everything, and punching, kicking, and probably hurting their little feet on his chest.

A couple of minutes into that, you sent them into a corner for time out.

"Germany, we need to get back at them." You whispered to your scary-looking husband. He arched an eye-brow and looked at you like you were crazy.

"Zhey're kids, ______." He shook his head.

"Yes, but like, when they are older. . ." You whispered your evil plan into his ear.

"Kids, you are old enough to bath in the bath-tub~!" You called, getting them from the corner and leading them to the bath. While they were soaking, Germany got a camera. He cracked open the door and took a picture of the babies's little buns.

Yeah, now to wait until they get boyfriends. . .payback is sweet.