"Could this get any worse?"
Switzerland groaned. He had been laying in bed for hours, but the pain running through his body was just... awful. His spine was tightening, and there was a sharp pain in his stomach. He laid on a heating pad, put the heating pad on his stomach, and occasionally tried doing some sort of massage on his own stomach, but nothing worked. The pain got worse. That was when Switzerland decided to call for... her.
She arrived not too long after. "Basch? Where are you?!"
"In my room!"
Switzerland groaned. If there was anyone who could help him now, it would be Washington, the District of Columbia (or simply D.C. for short). Her long black hair flowed as she walked, her dark skin shone in the light, and her breasts bounced with every step she took. She was rather beautiful, Switzerland had to admit, but he only liked her as a friend, and she respected that well. She had a girlfriend, anyway (it seemed to shock the world over that the girl was bisexual), so she was fine with them merely having a friendship.
She stepped in. Her hair flowed and her breasts bounced. "Basch, what's wrong?"
"Something, but I don't know what. You see-"
D.C. gasped. "Honey, you're bleeding!"
He looked down. He was laying in a puddle of blood, wherever it came from. He gasped as D.C. picked him up and brought him to the bathroom. She started the water, then began stripping him before she laid him into the tub. Switzerland started to hyperventilate.
He looked down. "Something's coming out of me, Octavia!"
She panicked. "Push out whatever the fuck it is; I'll call a doctor!" She ran out.
Switzerland did as he was told, pushing hard. Eventually, the pain stopped, and he came out holding a small, wet, blood-covered, screaming... baby? "Octavia!"
She walked in, holding her cell phone. "What? I'm calling."
"I... I think I just gave birth."
She gasped, going downstairs and coming back with two towels. She grabbed the baby, cleaning it off with one towel and wrapping it in the clean one. She smiled as she cradled it back and forth.
"Well? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Congratulations on your son, Basch," she said, passing him the baby.
Basch held him close. "I can't believe it. I'm a father." He giggled. "Hello, baby. I'm your daddy."
D.C. chuckled. "So... who's the father?"
Switzerland froze. "I don't know."