his voice is a miracle

As the sun dipped just below the horizon, amidst an azure blue sky, his voice called out to me, from the depths of some faraway dream.

His voice was made of the things miracles are made of.

And so I turned, stars in my eyes, and a sun hat over my head, listening to a boy who’s voice made me believe that everything was a miracle.

—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write
Russia and Germany holding their baby for first time!:

Russia/Ivan Braginsky-
He couldn’t believe his eyes, but he wanted to. He wanted to believe all of the peace in this moment would last forever. But one thing he couldn’t wrap his head around was the size of the child. They were so…small. Their entire hand barely held one of his fingers. This was the smallest human he’d ever seen, and it was all his to love.  
Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt-
They were crying. Three minutes in the world, less than one of those in his arms and they were crying. He shushed and rock, praying it wasn’t him the child already detested.
“Please…don‘t cry?” He begged, and by some miracle it worked. When his voice hit the infants ears, they quieted. And he fell in love.

(I mean it, please do not ask for more of these, i can not do it. They will be Immediately deleted and not even remotely considered.)