Summary: Romano is in a huge predicament after a huge party at Spain's mansion; how the hell was he going to deal with something that's never happened before and to anybody? Dio mio, and why was that fucker here again?
It's just been two days since band crap and I feel like my feet feel like they are slowly being severed off. But it's for the sake of marching!
I do not own Hetalia!
South Italy glared at the toliet with such an intensity that it would've probably melted the white bowl. His emerald eyes flashed to the damned preganancy test that he held in his hands and groaned; was he really going to do something so stupid? Sure, he had been sick for two weeks but to have to resort to this type of humilation! He took the test. While waiting for his results, he thought back to how this had happened.
"Veneziano! Get back here!", the southern Italian exclaimed as he dashed after his younger brother. The lighter brunette had spotted the German kraut from across the room and had began his usual chants of the nation's name before stating that he was going to give him a big hug. Romano was then caught by two strong arms, which turned out to be Spain's arms.
"Romanooo~! You came, I thought you would never! Come, come; we have to dance to our hearts desires!", the brunette spin away dragging the other nation with him. The Italian wasn't pleased and had attempted to escape but only for Spain to spin him fast and hugged him closer to his body. By the end of the dance, he was absolutely exhausted but Spain wouldn't have any of that. The obviously drunk brunette had whined that he wanted to dance with his best friend; the shorter man paled at the thought of being twirled whilst listening to that annoying Spanish music. He planted himself at the large bar after he'd hid away from the partying elder nation.
"One glass of wine, dammit."
"Coming right up, mon amour~", a French accented voice purred into his ear. He spun around to come face to face with his brother; France. The blonde was dressed in a waiter's outfit and was carrying beer mugs and a shot glass; a grin gracing his face. The other grimaced at him before choosing to face the direction of the dance floor, with his back to the man. France frowned before getting the requested drink and coming from behind the bar and invited himself to sit beside him.
"What do you want, bastard?"
"You don't seem to be enjoying the party."
"No shit, I have better things to do then be here.", he eyes scanned the crowds till the landed on a trio chatting at a table. But to be more specific, the other ex-Axis members. Japan was speaking with Germany while North Italy clung to the only blonde in the group. The dark brunette's eyes held envy as he watched them; they didn't even notice his stare but the Japanese glanced sadly at him before flickering his dark eyes back to his younger brother. He inwardly fumed, France caught on to the younger nation's mood and sighed.
"Ah...jealousy...isn't it a beautiful thing?"
"Fuck off."
"With you, but not tonight. Maybe another, mon amour~", the dark brunette growled at the blonde and decided to turn away from the scene. He absolutely wasn't in the mood for his damn older brother's flirts and jabs. He just wanted out of this party with his felt an arm wrap around his waist and was pulled into the embrace of the Frenchman.
"What the fu-!"
"I'll make sure you have a wonderful time!", the blonde exclaimed. Romano felt the other lift him off the stool, causing him to drop his beloved wine, and was raced away from the bar. The older nation was laughing pervertedly as always, the Italian attempted to flee from the other but was held in a tight grip.
"Chigiiii!", he screamed; no one paid mind to him and continued to dance either being drunk or just having to much fun to notice him.
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...
The Italian had locked himself in the guest bedroom; laying back on the nice, soft bed while waiting the Frenchman out. He'd succesfully fended off the blonde and had speed down the halls of the Spaniard's large mansion. He sighed in bliss as he sank into the mattress; he glanced at the wine that was sitting right beside him on the nightstand. South Italy smirked as he reached over and plucked the first bottle he saw.
Chianti from Tuscany.
Maybe Spain wasn't that much of a stupid tomato bastard, he thought as he popped the cork off. He heartily drank from the bottle and hummed contently as the flavors invaded his taste buds.
"I could drink this shit all night...", He paused; then the half nation quirkered a half grin before chugging the remaining contents of wine before moving onto another. Oh look, there was Vino de Castilla.
Romano facepalmed at the past action of his; that was all he remembered before becoming drunk to oblivion and waking up naked in the same guest bedroom. He was even stupider than Veneziano! He had obviously been stressed with his dumbass mafia trying to snoop into his business as of late. So he took the risk of getting wasted just to finally unwind but obviously God didn't like the fact that one of his most religious countries had tried any of that sort and decided; why the heck not? Punish Lovino Vargas for his idiocy!
BEEP!
BEEP!
"What the-?", his eyes widened as he looked down at the white stick in disbelief.
No way.
It was a negative. And to think that he was going to be pregnant just because his neighbor told him that 'his friend' was!He inwardly cheered but kept his face in a scowl before discarding the stick into the restroom's trashcan and dumped the pregnancy test into a drawer. He walked out of his bathroom with a noticeable skip in his step...
...that is before he came running back and puked his guts out.
It had been another week with the symptoms; new had come during this time and now a days the Italian was exhausted. But as of late he's been having headaches; he rubbed his temples as he layed on his couch. Romano honestly had no idea on to what the hell was going on. The pregnancy test had been proven wrong a week ago and he'd asked some of his citizens the other day but none of them had no idea of what 'his friend' had fallen victim too. He groaned as he slid off of the comfy red furniture and tied his sneakers on. He shouldn't be sitting here; pondering why he was dealing with this weird shit! He should be out there investigating so he doesn't have to deal with this annoying illness.
"Ahhh!", he yelped; he'd rushed out the door and had forgotten to remove his leg before slamming it shut. He felt tears prickle his eyes, then shook his tears away. He wasn't a sissy girl like his fratellino! He massaged his apendage and slowly made his way to his Archivio Perini. Sliding into the front seat, he jammed the keys into ignition and turned on the radio to his favorite station. He checked his mirrors and put on his trademark sunglasses; he sped down the streets toward the very well known clinic in Italy.
"Che palle...", he grumbled as he quickly made his way down the street and through the doors of the small building. The dark brunette checked himself in with the beautiful assistant at the front desk and plopped himself down in a chair, he lazily read through the magazines till his name was called up.
"Lovino Vargas?"
"Venuta, bella. (Coming, beautiful.)", he sent a wink to the nurse and a smile in her direction as he passed by her through the door and to the doctor's office. She swooned as he shoved his hands into his pockets cooly before leaving her sight and shaking his head. It was so easy, he removed his right hand from it's confinement and turned the knob. There sat an elderly woman typing away on her laptop with her lips pursed in concentration and her glasses settled perfectly on her nose. She made a hand gesture that instructed him to sit and wait for her; he did so swiftly. The gray-haired indivdual turned from her focus on the technology and snatched up her notepad, already prepared to take down his symptoms.
"Sì? Che cosa avete bisogno? (Yes, what do you need?)"
"Io sono qui perché sono malato. Si può-?(I'm here because I'm ill. May you-?)"
"Basta spiegare, uno piccolo.(Just explain, little one.)" Oh if only she knew how 'little' this Italian was. He rapidly began going into more detail of his symptoms to the elderly woman; to say the least, she was appalled by this 'illness' he had.
"Bene, sembra che faremo un altro esame del sangue oggi!(Well, it seems that we'll be doing another blood test, today!)"
"Co-cosa?(Wha-what?)", she dug through her the cabinets searching for her needles and gloves; going through a rapid explaination of what the needle would feel like and that he would have to wait for results in two months. But when she turned the other Italian had already made his escape and was safely outside, on his knees with his arms hugging himself. There was no fucking way that he was going to have something stabbed into his arm and have blood extracted from him! Yes, the badass mafiaoso was scared of needles; so what! Everyone was...right?
"Damn, crazy little girl.", that doctor was considered a 'little girl' in his standards since he's, oh I don't know; centuries old! He stalked over to his vehical and soon made his journey over to his home; already feeling ill from whatever he had. He, again, found himself over the toliet bowl and emptying his stomach's contents within it. He angrily wiped his mouth and slammed a fist into the wall beside him in rage. How the hell could this be happening? Why him? His thoughts came to a stop as he continued to dry heave into the bowl and felt a sob escape from him. And why the fuck was he so emotionally? He was acting like a PMS-ing Belgium and Hungary combined!
"I'll kill the bastard who did this to me, dammit!", he sobbed out; the dark brunette stumbled to his feet and flushed the toliet. His eyes felt droopy all of a sudden; he swayed back and forth before steadily slumped down the bathroom wall and plopped down onto the tile. He hiccupped again before slowly drifting into sleep again; this was about the second time today.
This Mpreg story is different from all the others as you can see. It's just so sterotypical for the character to be all 'holy cupcakes! I'm preggers!' after a freaking pregnancy test. Just...just no, never in my story. I hope I can update this as soon as I get back from practice; but I won't update regularly. Just so you know. )
I will also be posting up more Germano stories when I get the laptop and/or chance to let the inspiration flow in for the next chapter. Hope you guys all have a wonderful weekend, I guess~!
-FF50