I rocked on the balls of my feet nervous. I could hear my poor Romano crying and screaming in pain on the other side of the door. But the wet nurse had said I was, under no circumstance, to go through that door and be with him.

I didn't mean to get Romano pregnant. We still don't know how he got pregnant in the first place. It was a huge surprise that one morning, nine months ago, I had woken up to my little tomato throwing up in the bathroom. And then 4 hours later the doctor telling us he was pregnant.

Romano stopped screaming and a loud, crying noise started. The crying of a baby. I heard Roma laugh a little and then bust out in happy tears.

The door opened and the wet nurse stood there smiling. "Congratulations Senor! It's a girl!"

I smiled a huge grin that stretched from one ear to the other. Romano was sitting in the bed holding our baby girl. The sheets were disgusting but I didn't give a damn. I half ran to him, restraining my self from hugging him.

"Guess what tomato basturd. I was in labor for five hours. You have a hell of a lot of tomato's you owe me." I laughed and took our baby from his arms so I could hold her.

She had Romano's cute pudgy cheeks and my nose. Her eyes were all screwed up and her face was the same color Roma's got when he was angry or embarrassed. I could just tell she would have hair like mine, but with Roma's curl.

"She is 9.7 kilo's and a very healthy baby! What are you naming her?" Asked the wet nurse who was taking out some paper work.

I looked at Romano and smiled. "Marcelli Maria Carriedo." I smiled when I heard my little tomato mutter something about me being a stupid tomato loving basturd.

"There you go! Here is her birth certificate. Congratulations Senors!" The wet nurse packed up her things and left.

I sat at the edge of the bed, cradling Marcelli in my arms humming a lullaby.

"She has your cheeks Roma."

"Shut up. She has your stupid nose though tomato basturd."

I laughed. "I love you too Romano." And that's when it all struck me.

I was a father. I was a father. Not a caregiver, where I just had to make sure about 12 kids were feed and kept out of trouble. I was going to have to deal with boys, and her sneaking out. I was completely responsible for my little Marcelli. And knowing Romano, he wouldn't go to work for a while and leave it to Feliciano to make sure Italy didn't collapse. That would mean I would have to support a family now. And help raise our little girl.

I almost passed out from the realization. I know my brother-in-law and his husband had twins but they were older and could feed them self's and stuff.

A concerned look pasted over Roma's face. "Toni? Are you ok?" he took Marcelli from my arms. "I just had father realizing moment."

That made Romano smirk. "Your better then potato absurd was when he had his kids with fratello. That basturd passed out cold." I just shook my head, still stunned.

How did I get to be a father in the first place?

A/N: Yay! All done! Not! This is a two-shot. Now, before you ask, Marcelli is an OC character my friend made. And to me, in a perfect world, Italy and Germany are married and have twins. Leisel (west Berlin) and Gretel (east Berlin) who are the best OC's in the history of ever. And they are my OC's. They might show up next chapter…