Romano woke up in the cold winter air. He shivered and hid under his cover's more. He missed the warmth of his long time boyfriend. He was still mad over the fact Spain had to go back to well Spain, to work something's out with his boss. Romano growled and went farther under the warm cover's. That was when it hit him. He had a wave of sickness come over him and he sat up. He rushed to the connected bath room and lost every thing in his stomach. After a few breath's he pulled his head away from the white god in front of him.

"How long will this fucking flu last. I've lost my breakfast lunch and dinner the past six week's!" Romano yelled sitting back against the wall. He took a few more deep breaths before it hit him again and he was right back to that white god. He was miserable. After losing it again he sat back and pulled his knee's up. It hurt so bad. He had nothing left to toss-up and it made him shake. The Pain was there and he felt like he was going to die. Romano couldn't take it any more. He got to his feet shakily and wiped his mouth with cloth before he flushed the toilet. He slowly walked out of the bath room and sat on the bed. He picked up his cell phone and took a breath before he called none other than his brother. Who else would he call. He couldn't drive like this! He was the walking dead! He called Italy and waited as the phone rang.
And Rang..
And Rang...
And Rang...

Romano's eye twitched. The one time he needed his brother and he wasn't picking up his fucking phone. Romano clenched his phone and he started to get mad. He was going to lose it and blow up on his little brother. He was going to put that little baby in his place.

"Si?" Italy asked out of breath. Romano blinked. What came over him. He was just really mad now he wanted to just hug his brother and cry to him.

"Fratello?" Romano asked softly. Italy was silent for a second.

"Roma? Fratello is something wrong? You sound horrible!" Italy called out super worried. Romano felt tear's come to his eyes and tried not to cry.

"I'm sick. And I can't drive and it hurt's and Spain isn't here. Come over and take me to the doctor please fratello." Romano said softly. He wiped his eyes and could hear Italy nod over the phone.

"Si fratello. I'll be right over. I'll take you." Italy said softly. Romano nodded and hung up with out a good-bye. He wiped his eyes again and shook his head.

"Why am I fucking crying!" he yelled getting to his feet and punching the wall beside him giving it a nice sized hole. He looked at for a second and calmed down. "Ok. I have this. I am not angry. I am not sad. I am fucking ok. I am fine." Romano took a breath and walked into the bath room. He thought it would be a good idea to brush his teeth first.

After he did so he walked down to the kitchen and took a water out of the fridge before walking into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and turned on TV. there was nothing on so he had to settle to watch a fucking drama. He was not pleased. He watched. At first he didn't care but an hour in he was in tear's. The show ended and Romano held a pillow to his lap as he cried.

"Perché! Perché! Perché! Vic! Perché!" Romano cried. He hugged the pillow and the door bell went off. Romano blinked and snapped out of it. He wiped his eyes once again and got up setting the pillow down. He took a breath and walked over to his door. He tried to open it but it didn't move. His eyes twitched and he put both hand's on the handle pulling back.
Nothing.
Romano growled and pulled again and again and the door bell want off again. He was getting super mad again. He pulled again and he went to punch the door. He stopped when he noticed the door was locked. He unlocked the door and opened it. Italy was there with a worried look on his face.

"Fratello? Are you ok?" Italy asked. Romano started to cry and hugged his brother.

"No! I'm sick! I punched the wall and hurt my hand! I was crying and I hurt!" Romano started to mutter and babble and Italy patted his back.

"Well were take you to the doctor's." Italy smiled. Romano stopped and blinked.

"We?" he asked.

"Si. Germany is here too!" Italy smiled. Romano looked up to see Germany looking at him with a shocked/worried face. Romano pulled away from his brother and picked up his hand smacking Italy across the face. Germany took hold of the older Italian's hand and Romano used his free hand to punch Germany in the face. Germany stepped back leaving Romano go and looked at him shocked.

"Don't you dear touch my little brother you potato sucking, low life living, brother stealing, son of a bitch!" Romano yelled. Italy hugged his brother from around the back and Romano blinked. He looked down to his brother's arm's and Italy held on to him.

"Roma. Please. He was my only ride here. Please. Just let him take us. He doesn't have to be with us. He can just drive us. Please. Relax. Don't stress out. Your already sick!" Italy cried. Romano nodded and looked down.

"Sorry... I lost my temper... Again." he stated. Looking away.

"It's fine." Germany said rubbing his bruised cheek. Romano was kind of happy he left a fine mark on the German. He then pulled his brother off and walked back in his house. He turned off the light's and TV putting on his shoes and walked back out locking the door. He then walked with his brother to Germany's car and sat in the back with his bubbly brother. He didn't mind too much. His little brother always made his crack a small smile just like that stupid tomato bitch would. Romano was about to cry when he thought of Spain but he could only smile at his brother.

Soon after they got in the car they were out and Romano was walking with Italy up to the doctor's office. Germany stayed in the car like a good boyfriend. Italy was happy about that. He took his brother in and sat him down well he checked his brother in. There were only a few people there but you're talking about Romano and Italy. They didn't have a normal doctor. They were called back right away and now Romano was stuck sitting on that stupid table well Italy read off how to live a long life. Point here. Romano was irritated with his brother's mouth. He was about to yell at him when the door opened.

"Mr. Vargas?" the doctor asked. Both Romano and Italy looked to him.

"Si?" they asked together. The doctor cracked a smile.

"Romano." he said. Italy nodded and went back to spacing out well Romano looked at the doctor.

"Si?" Romano asked. The doctor took a seat and smiled up to Romano.

"Well then Mr. Romano. What seem's to be the problem?" The doctor asked. Romano sighed and looked to Italy.

"Sit down Fratello." he stated. Italy did so and sat down cupping his hand's and watching his brother. "Any way. I've been sick for six fucking week's! I keep wanting to hit something one second then the next I want to Fucking cry! I Have no clue what the hell is going on! Fix me! you have that fucking PhD!" Romano yelled. The doctor put up his hand's and Romano shut up.

"Alright just let me look at you for a second." he said softly. Romano nodded and let the doctor go to work. He checked Romano's ear's and throat. He noticed nothing was off and then checked his reflexes. Romano didn't like this guy hitting his knees and decided to kick him in the leg. The doctor looked up and Romano smirked.

"Oop's." he stated. The doctor shook his head and sat back.

"Well. I see nothing off. Mind if I ask a few more thing's?" the doctor asked. Romano shook his head. "Alright. Well then. Any swelling?" he asked. Romano nodded.

"Yeah. My feet fucking hurt when I stand to long." Romano growled. The doctor smiled and backed off.

"Well then. Mind if I check your heart beat and check out a few more thing's?" He asked. Romano shook his head and the doctor checked his heart. He gave a nod and then started to feel Romano's stomach. Romano got mad. He didn't like the touchy feeling he was getting. "Feel odd?" the doctor asked. Romano nodded.

"More like sensitive." Romano stated. The doctor nodded and took off his glove's writing something down. "Well then. Romano. I think you are pregnant." the doctor stated. Romano's mouth feel open and he looked to the doctor with wide eyes. Italy cheered and ran to his brother's side.

"Isn't this great! Fratello! You get to be a mama! Oh I can't wait! I wonder if it will be a Ragazza! Or a Ragazzo!" Italy called. Romano at that point fell back the world around him falling to the darkness. But not before he heard his brother.

"FRATELLO!"

(Hello every one! I'm Coin1996~! It's nice to met you all~!)

Itay: And I'm here too!

Romano: Don't forget about me you ass.

(Romano! Be nice to me!)

Romano: What ever...

(Any way... Italy why don't you tell them the Italian i used this first wonderful chapter.)

Italy: Right!
Fratello mean's 'brother' in Italian!
Perché mean's 'why' in Italian!
Ragazza mean's 'Girl' in Italian and
Ragazzo mean's 'boy' in Italian!

Romano: There they get it you stupid ass!

(Romano! That's not nice!)

Italy: Ve...

(Any way... I don't own Hetalia or any character's! I hope you guy's review for more!Thank you~!)