Bad Touch Baby! END

You’ve always been viewed as responsible…because you weren’t as much a dumkopf as your fathers but you could definitely be a wild one. You just needed to be provoked. You were the bad touch baby of course!
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DATE NIGHT & INTERUPTIONS
You smiled to yourself as your father’s arrived to take care of Marcos for the night.
“MOM! I don’t want to be with those idiots! Last time they babysat me I had to tuck THEM in!” your son whined as you ruffled his hair.
“They need you to be their hero, kiddo!” you smiled.
“OH MY GOD! You’re right! Don’t worry idiots your hero is coming!!!!!” he yelled as he pushed you and Alfie out of the house
“Works every time…” you mumbled in satisfaction linking arms with your husband.
*Time skip brought to you by France's bodyguards they don't protect him from you they protect you from him
You opened the door of your house walking in yourself and waiting for Alfred to come in, which he did. Then in one swift movement he pushed you against the closed door. He licked the shell of your ear causing a billion shades of pink to cover your face. Alfred smiled, and pushed his lips against yours. You stood in shock. His lips tasted faintly of the ice cream he’d downed at the restaurant. He noticed you weren't reacting, so he shoved his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it with your tongue. You responded to this with a moan of pleasure into his mouth, he moved his lips to your neck.
“Alfie~!” you groaned loud enough to rise the men sleeping in your living room.
“You know ____ you make Florida go insane!” he said huskily.
“You better be talking about the state!!!” Gilbert yelled chasing after your husband, who by instinct ran.
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CHRISTMAS & A ‘SPECIAL’ GIFT
it was Christmas and you sat at your table, with Arthur, Alfred, Antonio and Francis listening to your twelve year old son Marcos and Gilbert argue over who was awesome-er.
“Sorry old man but I’m just the awesomest!” Marcos sang.
“You little gör (1)! At least my middle initials don’t spell fag!” Gilbert hissed.
“Burn bro.” your husband Alfred muttered earning a glare from you.
Marcos shot up anger flashing in his (e/c) eyes “Well at least I don’t sound like a dying snake when I laugh!!!” he growled before releasing a mocking “Kesesesese~”
“Zhat’s my petit-fils (2)!!!” Francis cheered.
“This is between me and mien partly awesome enkel, Frenchie!” Gilbert said glaring blood red daggers at the Frenchman.
“He’s my grandchild too and he’s awesome-er than you!!!” Antonio said taking a large bite of a tomato he’d pulled out of thin air even though you’d spent hours making dinner.
“LIES!!! It’s all lies!” Gilbert cried throwing a handful of your gourmet dinner…you’d spent literally 10 hours on,at Antonio’s head.
That started a full-blown food fight among the five men and your son…with the dinner you’d so lovingly prepared.
A piece of churro found its way to your hair sending you over the edge “DAMMIT YOU FUCKING IDIOTS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO COOK ALL THIS FOOD FOR YOUR ASSES?! NO? IT TOOK 10 HOURS…THREE TRIPS TO THE STORE ALL SO WE COULD HAVE A NICE ASS CHRISTMAS! YOU JACK ASSES!” you yelled stomping out of the room leaving the men and boy swimming in their shoes.
You felt sick and threw up. Nervously you walked to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pregnancy test…you were late. You had to wait five minutes before you knew your answer even though you were almost positive of what it was already. You sighed and nodded your head as you looked at the test. Yep, you were pregnant…again!
You walked out of the bathroom and back into your dining room where you saw everything was cleaned and the guys had ordered pizza…or Marcos had made it.
You knocked on the counter drawing their attention “I’m pregnant! Merry Christmas!” you smiled as poor Alfred passed out his face smushed into his pizza.
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THE LIST & REASONS
“Here” You said handing the each member of the BTT a paper.
“Danke frau. But vat is it?” Gilbert asked running a hand through his silver hair.
“It’s a list of things you three aren’t allowed to do…while I’m pregnant this time.” You smiled as the men read over the list. “Any questions?”
“Sí. It says I can’t teach you how to give birth. That helped last time.” Antonio smiled a toothy grin.
You placed a hand on his shoulder “Papá, te amo. But you were NO help.”
“Ma chérie, it says I can’t tell you what I zhink you look like. Surely zhis is a typo!” Francis said in disapproval.
“No. It’s not. When I was pregnant you kept calling me a pimple and mountain so…yeah.” You explained.
“Why can’t the awesome me choke your un-awesome husband?” Gilbert asked his red eyes showing sadness.
“Because if Alfie dies I’ll be so sexually desperate I might do Austria.” You whispered sending the Prussian into a fit of tears.
“Please don’t do Austria he’s such a dueche!” he wailed.
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THE HAPPY ENDING~
You smiled at your daughter Annabel she was the splitting image of Alfred but acted like you. She’d just finished her ballet recital.
“Pépé (3) Francis! Did you see my ballet?” she smiled as she reached up for the French man to hold her.
Francis nodded and scooped her up “Oi! You’re so good!”
“Sí, you were the best ballerina up there mi tomate~!” Antonio sang handing the girl a tomato.
“What did you think Großvati (4)?” she asked turning to Gilbert who was having the same argument with Marcos.
“I’ll say it vas the best ballet ever if you tell your bruder (5) I’m the awesomest!” he smiled.
“Marcos! Großvati is the awesomest!” she squeaked.
“Shut up dude! You’re totally just saying that!” the teenage boy snarled.
“Mommy!!!!! Marcos is being mean again!!!” Annabel cried.
“See proof you’re not awesome you were mean to a little frau!” Gilbert laughed in victory.
You rolled your eyes “I’ll tell you who’s the awesomest!”
“WHO?!”
“Me!” you smiled.
“In your dreams!” Marcos and Gilbert chorused.
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You are the awesomest. You and everyone else knows it!  You’re the Bad Touch baby of course!