Author's Note: This is going to be a wee bit silly, but I will try to take this seriously. Then again... it is mpreg... and who takes that seriously? Anyway, enjoy! (Also: the story will be updated at least every other Wednesday.)

Italy stood outside on his and Germany's balcony, watching the night. Germany would have been there with him, but the blond nation had a pile of paperwork the size of Mount Everest that Chancellor Angel Merkel demanded he finish tonight.

Italy sighed and rested his elbows on the railing of the balcony and leaned forward.

Yes, their relationship was awesome. Matter of fact, it was the best it ever had been. Italy always felt as if there was a void somewhere, though. This made the brunette feel somewhat selfish. Germany got up at the crack of five a.m., hung out with Italy until seven p.m., and then worked well past midnight. The Mediterranean nation wondered if Germany felt nothing was ever good enough for him.

Italy began to ponder what he thought to be missing when he yelled very loudly, "A baby! That's what we need!"

Germany pulled open the sliding glass door which separated the balcony and the computer room, in which Germany worked. "Vat?"

Italy jumped, turned around, and blushed. "Nothing!" Italy exclaimed nervously as he waved his hands in front of his face. "Nothing all all!"

Germany gave Italy a strange look, backed his way inside, and slammed the door shut.

Italy turned around and reverted to his original position. "Vee..." He sighed while watching the night sky.

Suddenly, a group of stars streaked across the black sky.

Italy quickly closed his eyes and wished to himself about what he wanted. After the wish was completed, someone said, "'Ey, kid" in a British accent.

Italy's eyes flew wide open. There was a blond man with thick eyebrows and wings dressed in a toga floating in front of him. "Ah! Please don't kill me! I have relatives in your country!"

The blond laughed. "No, ye don't. 'Cuz don't live in any country. I am a country. Er... sort o', anyway."

"Vee... who are you?" Italy asked, now more curious than terrified.

"I'm the Britannia Angel, fer God's sake!" The exclaimed. "An' I 'eard ye say that ye wanted a baby. True er not?"

Italy, smiling widely, nodded.

"A' right." Britannia Angel made a wand appear out o thin air. As he waved the rainbow-flag looking wand, he chanted, much like the fairy godmothers from Sleeping Beauty, "Bippity, boppity, boo!" The wand shot out a purplish-white light at Italy and was then gone.

"Well, g' luck t' ye!" Britannia Angel prepared to disappear.

"Wait! Before you go, I have a question!" Italy cried.

Britannia rolled his eyes. "WHAT?"

Italy pointed at he rainbow wand. "Are you gay?"