EDIT: I went back through this chapter and changed a few things. You don't have to re-read it, don't worry. And to new readers of this: this chapter up to four/five sucks. I don't know why this is so popular...

Bambino

Prologue

Italy whined loudly as she sat up. "I don't want to train today, Germany!" She pushed her messy copper hair out of her face.

"Italia," the stony blue eyes glared at the girl, "You need to train."

"Ve, but I don't feel good!" she replied, tugging the covers back to her chin.

The German sighed; this had been her excuse for a week now. "You can have pasta afterwards," he said. Pasta (or food, as long as it wasn't England's) always made her move.

"No."

Something was seriously wrong. Germany stepped forward and pressed his hand against Italy's forward. No fever. "Italia, you're fine. Now get up, we have stuff to do today—"

"Germany!" she whined, curling up in a ball and hugging the pillow below her chest, "I can't run if my stomach hurts so much, ve!"

Germany managed to feed her some chicken noodle soup, and then called Japan.

"Maybe you shourd carr our doctor, she'rr know what's wrong with Itary."

"I guess so…" Germany replied, then thanked the Japanese man. He dialed the number to their current doctor. For being American, she was very good.

"Hello?" a soft voice asked from over the other end of the line.

"Hallo, Doctor Markson. I'm having a problem with Italy…"

Germany didn't question how Doctor Markson got there so fast, but it made sense. She had be places quickly is she was going to take care of nations, after all. "Hello, Germany. Where's Italy?" He showed her the room Italy was in, leaving the two and closing the door after Doctor Markson walked in.

After about a half an hour of pacing around downstairs (he really should be training, but…), Doctor Markson appeared in the doorway and Germany stopped in his tracks. He blinked at the large grin on her face. "Well?"

"She's pregnant!"

I already have writer's block on this. And it's the first chapter. WHY-

But yeah. I don't own Hetalia…

Um, the doctor is the doctor of the nations, so… yeah. Also, the part about her being very good, despite being American. American stereotype, don't think into it. And c'mon, we're all used to stereotypes, right? |'D

Already working on chapter one, by the way.

Peace. Love. Anime.

~hetalia-deathnote-kuroshitsuji~