With Germany.

Germany sat in his meeting room. He was told that he was to meet the new Chancellor of his country. A very powerful and persuasive man. Germany just hoped the meeting would just start already so that he could go home to Italy, the love of his life, and secretly his husband.

A few moments later, a man walked in to the room and sat down, not bothering to shake Germany's hand. Leaning on the desk, with his hands laced together, the man spoke, "I am Adolf Hitler, your new superior. You will be following me now."

Germany raised his eyebrow at Hitler, not appreciating the respect-less man's attitude, "That depends on the order. I do what is right for my country, not for just one person."

Hitler laughed, "I only wish to do what is best for Germany and the world, Ludwig, even if that means eliminating you."

"I am Germany, if I die so will the rest of me, all of Germany-"

"Then you better hear me out so we don't get to that point..." And Hitler told his terrible plan.

~Time skip~

Germany rushed into his home in a panic to get to Italy. When he closed the door, he was instantly hugged by the enthusiastic Italian.

"Guess what Germany! I want to the country doctor for my illness and it turns out I'm pregnant! Isn't that great?"

Germany's face went paler if that was even possible. Now he had to hide two that he loved from the wicked man that he left in the meeting room.

"Darling, that's great, he or she is going to be amazing, but you need to pack your things, something terrible is going to happen in Germany. I'll explain on the ride to your brothers."

~time skip~

They got in their vehicle, this recent invention called a car, with Italy's clothing and all proof of the couple's marriage, including the document the government was supposed to have that a certain German stole. They were only able to get away with their marriage by convincing the government that Italy was a girl. (Maybe a couple pictures of Chibitalia were in use). After a few moments of silence, when they had left the town, Italy spoke.

"What's going on Ludwig? Why are you taking me back to Italy? Is it because of the baby?" Italy started stressing, asking many questions for fear that his love was abandoning him, and started crying.

Germany, taking the occasional glance at his husband while he spoke, comforted the Italian and explained, "Its not you, or the child. I'm really happy we are blessed to have one. Especially since we are both male. But I have received a new superior. He's not a good man, I dare say. He plans to get rid of the Jews in all of Germany and the rest of the world. If you are in the religion or a descendant of a Jew, your life is in danger. He doesn't care. I'm keeping you at a safer distance. He's going to murder every German that does not have blonde hair and blue eyes. For a while, Germany will not be a safe place for anyone. He even threatened my life as well... regrettably, I have no choice but to follow orders or everything I love will be taken away... including you," Germany paused, placing a hand on Italy's stomach, "and our little one."

The rest of the ride to Romano's was silent. Neither country knew what to say.

When they arrived at the house, they knocked on the door. Romano soon came to open the door and let the two inside. "Well this is a surprise, from little brother and the potato bastard. What brings you here?" Romano asked, sitting down on a chair in the foyer drinking his wine.

Before Germany said anything, Italy piped up, "I'm moving back in for the time being... is that alright?"

"Duh... but why?"

"You'll find out soon enough," said the German "I'll go get Feliciano's things."

~Time skip~

"Can't you just stay the night?" Italy begged, embarrassing his husband for what was the last time in months.

Pulling away, cupping the Italian's face with both hands, whipping away tears coming from the honey brown eyes that actually opened.

"I would if I could, just remember, don't tell anyone about our angel except Lovino and Antonio, and only tell Antonio once it's born. Don't go out in public or outside when it starts to show. Will you do that for me?"

Italy nodded sadly, putting his arms around his lovers neck, kissing him softly yet passionately. They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying each others company while they still could.

"Ti amo"

"Ich liebe dich"

And he left...

That's when Italy broke down into tears, crying harder than before at the door, hoping he would wake up from a bad dream. He was scared and Germany wasn't able to save him this time.

Romano looked down at where his brother was crying on the floor, kneeling down next to him, and hand on the younger's shoulder, "Can you please tell me what's happening now?"

Italy embarrassed his brother, "H-He's under control of a b-bad man, I c-can't stay with him, he's not able to take care of me," Italy hugged his stomach, bursting into more tears of grief, "or our baby."

"You're... pregnant?" Romano questioned, shocked. North Italy nodded, whipping his tears. "We'll get through this Feliciano, even if the potato bastard isn't here, we are Italy, the grandchildren of Rome, and we can do this."

Italy nodded, tears coming to a stop. "I'll be in my room if you need me," and that's where he went.