I do not own hetalia. I had not planned on this story turning out like it did, so please exuse the angsty-ness! BTW, for the sake of a good story, Edo and Tokyo are different people, like Holy Roman and Germany.
"Japan-sama! Who are my mama and papa?"
Japan flinched, "T-Tokyo? You know I'm your papa."
Tokyo stared intently at Japan, "You may be my papa, but you aren't my father. So, who are they?"
Japan bit his lip and looked out the window. He'd been reading a manga when Tokyo walked in. The question had come out of the blue, no warning what so ever.
'I'm sorry,' Japan told his heart as the memories flooded his mind.
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"Pregnant?"
Japan nodded, "I'm sorry. Rea-"
"Don't even pull that with me! There's no way in hell you're sorry, Japan."
He felt the tears fill his eyes. He'd almost known his lover would deny his child; either brush it off as Japan's imagination or reject it altogether.
But it still hurt.
"But-"
" 'But' nothing, Japan!" The man snapped, "Do the others know?"
Japan looked at him sadly, "Just Edo, but he's so sick..."
He couldn't finish.
"Oh! Goodie! Your oldest city knows, and he won't even be alive for the birth!" The older man hissed.
Japan lept out of his chair snap at him, but a wave of nausea stopped him, and instead Japan found himself crumpled on the floor, one arm across his stomach and his free hand covering his mouth.
Out of nowhere, Japan felt a hand roughly grab his hair and yank it back, causing him to hiss in pain.
"I gave you freedom," His captor whispered, "I gave you property. I basically gave you life. And what do I get in return? Nothing."
Japan hissed again, though not out of pain, but anger, "I gave you me. My body is yours. YOURS! Do what you want to me, but I'm still having a baby and it's yours. You're the father."
The man's face darkened.
"Not for long."
Japan's body convulsed in pain as a fist connected with his stomach.
Then the man stood and left, leaving the whimpering Japan alone.
As soon as Japan was sure that the man was well out of earshot, he broke down, sobs ripping through him.
"Bastard."
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Several months passed. Japan had secluded himself in his house, with only Kyoto to comfort and care for him: Edo was too ill to help.
The child that Japan's ex-lover had tried to kill eluded almost certain death and was the source of his presently swollen abdomen.
"Papa Japan, when will the baby be born?" Kyoto asked concernedly.
Japan smiled weakly at his adopted daughter, "When it's ready, Kyoto-chan."
The baby was born within a day of that statement.
Japan named him Tokyo.
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"So?" Tokyo asked, stepping closer to the spaced out Japan.
"Huh? Oh yeah, your parents." Japan took a deep breath, "Do you really want to know?"
Tokyo nodded.
"Well, about your mother," Japan chuckled. Hell there wasn't an easy to say it, "I'm your mother."
Tokyo froze, "Wh-what?"
"I carried you, gave birth to you, and loved you like your father never did."
"My...father?"
Japan looked Tokyo dead in the eye as he spoke, "Your father never wanted you. In fact, when I told him that I was pregnant with you, he tried to kill you."
"But...who is he?"
Japan's dark chuckle made Tokyo shudder, "no easy way to tell you this."
"Tell me what? Quit avoiding th-"
"I'm not avoiding anything," Japan said calmly.
"Your father is China."
Ah, don't be surprised! Y'all knew it was comin'!
China: Why'd you make me look like the bad guy, aru?
Me: I don't know, China. I didn't intend-
China: Shut up, aru! No one cares what you intended, aru!
Me: You wanna go?!
China: Bring it, aru!
*This portion has been edited for violence. *
Japan: I'm speaking for the author when I say "Please review!"
Me: Tha...OW! Dammit China!
FIN!