warning i do not own hetalia and its rated m for a reason
You sat at the table awaiting your fiancé, Germany. It was your favorite reastrant called 'lil Italy' The only thing was he was late and not just 3 or minutes lat he was 3 hours long. feli the store owner came out with his phone and held it to her ear "_" you heard the German voice fill your ear and you smiled that is until you her "we are through"
You looked at the phone than threw it at the nearest thing (it landed in the fountain) and ran to the bathroom tripping several times over chairs on the way. you threw up in the toilet and sat in the corner opposite of the stall fiddling with the ring on your finger 'he told me we'd be together forever that is the only reason I...' you held your head and started crying harder
You heard a quiet knocking on the bathroom door and feli walked in. you saw him and stood up immediately turning you back to him to straighten up than you looked back at him. "Sorry for all of the damage ill pay for everything send me the bill" 'though i don't know how I will afford it'
He shook his head "no _ I don't want you to-"
You cut him off "send the bill to me and I will pay it. Good night Italy" with that you storm out without your purse or anything else. You ran bare foot (you lost your skinny heals somewhere along the way) to your flat and threw yourself on the bed. For some reason things where starting to get black around the edges and you close your eyes 'maybe I'm just dizzy from all this stress some sleep will do me good'
Feli's P.o.v
he arrived at your flat and looked surprised 'this place is bigger than one of my closets I wonder why Germany has her living here' than he looked at your (h/c) hair laid out as a halo around your head you making whimpering noises and sweating like a mad man on crack. He brushed some of it to the side of your head and felt your forehead '_ has a fever not good' he stepped out into the hall so he won't disturb you and called Germany
"Hello" feli said in the phone
"Yeah what is it" feli could hear moaning in the background as the German talked
"_ is dyeing she has a high fever and she isn't waking when I took her fever"
Ludwig growled "and like I give a -ahh Taylor don't do that-" a female voice cut in -well hurry up damnit-
"Germany are you cheating on _? how could you don't you know she is very special" he half yelled half said like his brother 'now I see why Romano calls him a potato bastard'
"listen feli I don't give a rats ass about _ we broke up tonight she is useless to me anyways so don't call this phone about her anymore" there was a click on the end of the phone line and feli slammed his phone shut trying to breathe in and out I need to stop before I become my brother it usually helps if I have pasta I can take _ home with me and that way she won't have to stay in this small room she might feel better at the house anyways' he picked you up and carried you to his car where he drove you to his house.
he laid you down in his spare bedroom and made sure you had some water he took his thermometer and stuck it in your mouth 'uh oh 108' he looked at his picture medical dictionary that had been a gift from Germany on his birthday. You had gotten him what he truly wanted an editable cake made out of -drum roll please- PASTA topped with one of Romano and Antonio's tomato. The dictionary said that skin on skin contact eases a dictionary and it showed a guy with his shirt of pressed on against a girl. a blush spredded across Feli's cheeks he pulled out other medical dictionaries and even looked it up online but they all said the same thing ... him living his biggest fantasy 'what if she brushes my curl if she does I won't be able to control myself'. he shivered at the thought of _ grabbing his curl and pulling it. 'calm down _ needs you have to help her' with that thought he stripped down to his boxers and stripped you down to your bra and panties blushing hard and curled up against your back as soon as he got like this he fell asleep quickly. Little did you to know your temperature instantly cooled as soon as he touched yours
Back To You: 1 Month Later
You let out a dry silent scream as you woke up to a parch throat and a strange room. the wallpaper were decorated with pasta noodle texture and in the chair beside you Italy laid asleep making little ~ve as he slept hugging a little teddy bear you gave him when he was little
"Why am I here Italy" you said aloud as if he herd you but he just let out a breath and turned in the chair cuddling the teddy bear and sighing. You grabbed the water and took a gulp and weekly got up than you used the bed to guide you to the wall and from the wall you used it to the bathroom you checked the water ' shit no period you did the mental math and look down at your belly 'is there anyone in there?'
Feli knocked on the door "are you alright _ I am glad you finally woke up"
"uh Italy abbiamo un problema" you called through the door and opened it so you could look at him "maybe we should make some pasta I am hungry" his eyes widened and you could tell he was trying not to jump up and down "pasta pasta pasta" he hummed to himself suddenly lost in lala land and you couldn't help but laugh at his short attention span "can you cook it sorry I still feel dizzy"
Feli looked worriedly over at your (e/c) "really even after a month of sleep?"
"A month" you screamed and face -palmed this mentally confirmed your suspisions
he grabbed your hand "sì come on" he dragged you into the kitchen you looked at him as he put on his 'kiss the cook apron' and started cooking "so _ what is the problem" you looked at him and noticed he was staring back at you seriously
"Iamfreakingoutbecuaseithinki ampregnatandludwigbrokeupwit hme" you blurted out
You watched him drop his spatula and stare at you than down at your belly than up at you again "can you say that again"
"I might be pregnant and Ludwig broke up with me" you said slower this time
"How" he whispered starring at the floor now
You raised your eyebrow "has Antonio given you the birds and the bees talk yet?" he nodded and you sighed he wanted an explanation as to how did you get into this mess so you gave him the shortened version "he proposed to me and I was stupid enough to fall for that trick he imitated Russia saying ' become one with me _ I want to stay with you for the rest of my life' long story short we did it in the back of his van and then he dumped me the next day after he had used me"
Italy picked up his spatula and looked at the counter and whispered either to himself or to you "so that means you can't be mine"
i know i know everyone is oc