I Didn't Know I was Pregnant: GerIta
"Ve~, Doitsu, must you go," Italy asked his lover. He looked up at Germany with the puppy dog eyes that no one could resist.
Looking away from that face, Germany answered, "Ja, Italy. I have to go."
Pouting, Feliciano complained, "B-But it's just one business trip you wouldn't attend! Please!" Turning away and saying good-bye, Ludwig left, regretting every step he took away from his lover.
The Italian sat on his couch, arms crossed, and wishing very much that Ludwig didn't need to go to that meeting with his boss. While he was sulking, a knock came at the door. Lovino walked in and saw his brother sitting glumly. "Be happy, fratello, the potato bastard is gone," he said cheerfully.'
Looking up at Lovino, Feliciano answered, "Don't call him that, ve." With that, North Italy stood up and walked to his room, grumbling about back pain. Lovino didn't press his brother further.
Waking up the next morning was trouble for Feli. His back really hurt. "Ow." Sighing, he thought, Maybe a nice warm bath will take the pain away. Slowly, Italy got up and turned on the bath tub to fill it with hot water. Ah, yes, this will definitely make me feel better, ve~.
When the tub was filled, Feli slowly sat down in it and started soaking it up. But his back still hurt. Of course, he started to panic when he got an odd sensation to push. Push what, Feli wondered. Cautiously, he reached between his legs - he did not like what he felt. Something - and he wasn't sure what - was coming out.
Taking a deep breath, Italy stared yelling for his fratello. "Romano! Romano! L-Lovino! Lovi! Roma! RO-MA-NO!" Why is this hurting, he thought desperately, What am I pushing out?
A flustered, half-dressed Italian ran in asking what the hell was up. When Veneziano told out in monstrous sobs his story, South Italy's response was, "Push out whatever the hell it is!" He paused. "And I'll call an ambulance!"
Leaving more a few seconds, Lovino rushed back in, but his brother's worry and pain had increased. Before the South Italian had time to call nine-one-one, his brother had competed his pushing. From the water, Feliciano brought out a wet, red, screaming … baby? What the hell is going on, Lovino asked himself.
Instead of calling the hospital, Romano called the "special" doctor - the doctor that was specifically for the countries. "Hello," the doctor said.
"M-My brother, Italy, h-he just… gave birth? I don't really know! B-But there's a kid, screaming and crying with an umbilical cord connected to Feli and it's not helping that Feli's also crying. Dio, what the hell is happening?"
The doctor was silent. "Calm down, sir. You say Italy gave birth. North Italy, correct?"
"Yes."
"The child appears healthy, breathing correctly?"
"Yes."
"Then don't worry." The doctor hung up on him.
"Ch-Che cazzo era?" Romano turned his head back to his brother. "J-Just calm down, Feli. You're gonna be okay. Fidati di me, ti andrà bene, va tutto bene." Italy shook his head, understanding, and stopped crying, along with the child. Lovino left to go grab scissors. Cautiously, the Italian cut the cord and put the placenta into a plastic bag that would definitely be thrown away. The brother's washed the child - the blushed when they realized it was a girl - and wrapped her tight in a blanket. Romano held her while Feliciano dried himself off and got dressed.
"Ve~, I need to call Luddy." That was his first priority, to tell Ludwig. Was I seriously carrying her around for nine months without knowing? Can countries even get pregnant, ve? For the second time, Italy started crying. This was so not happening. There was no way he had just given birth to a child - his and Germany's, nonetheless. And there was no possible way Lovino was okay with any of this. Wait… why is fratello so calm? The fact started to scare Veneziano.
"I'll call the potato bastard," Romano volunteered. Feli sighed. Let's see how this will end. And then another thought popped up. What will we name her? Oh! We'll name her after pasta, of course. Um… I wonder if Luddy will like the name Angel Charlotte? I like that name. Angel - just like angel hair pasta - Charlotte - a nice German name - Beilschmidt. Yes, I like that very much, ve.
That was when Italy heard a shout from Romano's cell phone. The Italian snapped the phone shut and announced, "He'll be here in a few hours."
Ludwig showed up on his own doorstep a couple of hours after he got a phone call from Lovino about Feliciano giving birth to a baby girl. Walking in, he heard crying. Turning the corner, he saw an infant. Picking up the child, he knew he was instantly wrapped around her fingers. "Is this really real," Germany whispered. The brothers' nodded. "She's beautiful." Again, the Italys' nodded. "What have you named her?"
"Ve, Luddy? Can we name her Angel? Angel Charlotte Beilschmidt? Please?" Ludwig nodded his head numbly and agreed it was a gorgeous name.
A new chapter in their lives started with Angel.
A/N: Ended dumbly, I know. But I got this idea one day while watching the show. It's an awesome idea, right? Imma make more pairings from other experiences from the show. :)