Band camp has ended! (cue whooping and clapping) So now I can freely type away on the computer for I have no life, well kinda restricted since I have to do all those band things (it's top secret peeps). Mighty difficult but I can manage, it'll get easier by the time I actually get into high school. (by the way, I still need to get new clothes and supplies; I'm a last minute person. Hey, but I updated!)

Oh those damned pregnancy tests suck ass, I quote from my mother. Isn't she shizzy?

Now I'm ending my little screen time (What screen time?) here, but first; thank you for reviewing Pen Name is Invalid, sanemadness and Guest! Thanks to LovinoIsAwesome, JHO14, AngelBookKeeper, Xapilitos and DinosaurAttack (so we meet again, hm?) for adding this unraveling story to their favorites list!

I do not own Hetalia!


When Romano had woken up, he'd found himself on the floor and one of his legs propped up in the couch. He groaned as he got up from his akward position and proceeded to pop his limbs; he sighed in relief. Thank tomatoes that was the good stuff. He felt his stomache grumble loudly; he blushed in embarrassment but merely scrambled into his kitchen. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and strode over to his fridge, finally deciding to eat his new usual amount of tomatoes; five. He would usually eat about two before heading out but this wasn't the case now. He grumbled as he ate the red deliciousness and plopped down on a random chair in the room. He instantly woke up once he felt that familiar nausea returning to him.

"Oh fu-!", he exclaimed before getting cut off. Eew, obviously tomato and other stomach acids do not mix; EVER. The dark brunette felt his nose sting and his eyes tear up again; what was wrong with him? He reached over to the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone; he couldn't tell his fratellino that he was terribly sick or Spain, he would probably try using his cheer up charm like he'd done when he was sometimes sick. He felt the phone suddenly ring in his hands, startling him, and causing the Italian to drop the phone.

"Shit!", he jumped for the phone and quickly answered it without looking at the ID.

"Ciao, who the fuck are you?"

"Bonjour, mon amour~! How is your morning so far?", another wave came over him. He tried to gulp the bile down, but it wouldn't go away.

"S-sh-shut u-up, bas-bastar-!", so that was what cannoli looks like inside of your stomach. Hey, wasn't that supposed to have already been disgested?

"R-Romano? Mon dieu, you're sick! I'm coming over there right away! Don't worry, mon amour!", the Frenchman immediately hung up. The Italian merely groaned in response to his older brother; he could do whatever he wanted to do. He picked himself up and glared down at the mess and cringed. He looked around for a cloth and a bucket to help clean with; spotting it sitting beside to refrigerator and in the sink. He made his way over slowly and proceeded to clean it up; every once in awhile cringing when he smelt it. He finished using some cleaning products to rid of it of the smell when he heard the front door slam open. There in all his purple glory was France with a serious expression on his face, it was almost scary with how out of character he was now.

"Romano!"

"I'm over here, dumbass!", the blonde raced over to him and pushed him into the living room; making sure that he was comfortable on the couch. He began pacing the room and looking for any evidence of someone being there then muttering to himself. THe muttering slowly climaxing to yelling of random possiblities.

"Was it Britian? Did he force feed you his cooking again? Oh that black sheep of Europe! When I get my lovely hands on him, I'll slowly-!", he was quickly cut off by the Italian.

"Stop jumping to conclusions, bastard! Sit your fucking ass down, your making me dizzy!", the Frenchman immediately seated himself beside the smaller nation and both sat in silence. The blonde was the first to break the ice.

"Why are you sick?"

"...I don't know...", he looked apalled. He steeled his usually cheerful face and brought his hand up to stroke his beard in thought.

"What do you mean, 'I don't know', mon amour?", Romano felt rage spark in him. He jumped up from his spot and pointed at the other's face. France moved back in shock when he spotted small tears forming in his eyes.

"I've been so fucking tired that I sometimes drop on the spot, I eat more than I should and crave random shit that shouldn't even taste good, I fucking vomit all over the place in the mornings, and I'm so damn emotional that it's not even funny! I've been asking my citizens for weeks and they still don't know what I fucking have!", sapphire eyes widened. South Italy huffed as he tried to regain his breathe. A pregnant silence followed after; giving France enough to contemplate the information given to him. But it confused him.

"But you are not a woman, mon amour. Have you gone to the doctor's yet?", he looked away.

"The old hag wanted to stick a needle into my fucking arm...", the blonde sighed. He stood up and grabbed the younger siblings arm. Romano tried to struggle out of his reach, already knowing his intention; to take him there and now. The older brother ignored his younger brother's protestts and shoved the other into his car. The ride there was mostly an argument between the two; France teasing the Italian and South Italy throwing insults at the other. All in all, it pushed the thoughts of going to the doctor's from Romano's mind. That is till they actually made it to there destination did the dark brunette notice. He whipped his head away from the blonde and huffed.

"I'm not budging, dammit.", this caused the Frenchman to merely grin and slide out of the driver's seat. He opened the passenger door, unbuckled the nation's belt, and picked him up bridle style. HE ignored the yelling in his ear as he wuickly made his way in and toward the office sign-in; where Romano spotted a young lady and quieted himself before tucking his face away from her view. The Italian citizen giggled into her hands at the cute gesture before signing in the 'couple' and began chatting excited with the uncomfortable man beside her. France's eyes glinted in amusement, so many jump into conclusions. Romano jumped away from him the instant he was let down, his cheeks as red as his roses; this caused the older brother's grin to widen. He nudged the other with his elbow, the nation shipping toward him.

"What?"

"Don't worry, I'll be right beside you. Alright, mon amour~", he replied. The blonde already knew what the dark brunette had but he knew that the other would need solid evidence from a professional.


"See it wasn't that bad!"

"Shut up, wine bastard! It fucking hurt!", both nations were exiting the clinic. South Italy with a grim expression and France with his usual charming smile; it was already around three in the morning and they needed the supplies that the doctor (the same elderly woman) had recommended. Romano seated himself angrily in the passanger seat and buckled on the seatbelt. France followed soon after but in a calm manner; he had the papers in his hand snatched away by a tanned hand. The dark brunette glared at it.

"I can't believe that I'm pregnant, I don't have stupid ovaries... and why the fuck do you have my name under Chiara!"

"Apparently you do, since you are pregnant. And wouldn't it be odd for a man to be pregnant? The humans would, how would America say, freak out and start testing on you.", the Frenchman explained. He paled at the thought of scientist probbing his body for evidence of whatever theory they had in mind and they probably might...he brought a hand to his stomach. The action caught the other nation's eye and caused a small smile to replace the obnoxious one; so it seems he's already become protective of it. Romano quickly removed his hand from his stomach and rubbed his eyes; the blonde parked in his driveway. He looked over to see the Italian dozing off and shook his head; he needed the rest from the new blonde shifted out of his seat and paced over to the car's passenger side. He removed the paper from his younger brother's hand and stuffed it in the other's shirt pocket before picking the other up as when they'd been at the clinic.

"Mon dieu, you've grown.", he sighed as he used his foot to close the car door and made his way over to the front door. Now this was the hard part; he held the other tightly in his grip and carefully entered the house. France walked up the stairs of the large home and opened the first guest bedroom in his sight. He gently laid the Italian down and undressed him; resisting his usual urge to touch someone. This person was pregnant afterall and that would be just plain rude. He shuffled through the room and found a large nightgown; was it the same one he'd used at the Halloween party? In a swift move, the ddark brunette was dressed in the Grandma cosplay dress and was sleeping soundly with the covers up to his chin.

'If only you could be this cute sometimes, mon petit frère...", he gently placed a kiss on his sibling's forehead and turned toward the door. He may be accused of being a rapist and horny nation but what they didn't know was that he didn't force love onto someone; they were idiots to think that. Even South Italy knew that but he only sneered (in Romano it's teasing) him about their claims. His face held a frown as he closed the bedroom door and made his way down the stairs. France may act like a pervert (even if he atually was) but he would ever do anything so low past groping and stealing a few kisses; he couldn't deny the French in him. And the only thing he would do to his little brother was show the affection that he well-deserved, the same affection he bestowed upon his ex-colony, house was too quiet and had loneliness hanging in the air; this wasn't what a home was supposed to feel like.

"Well, Roma, looks like I'll be getting your 'feminine products' for you. Ohonhon~",he chuckled as he snatched up his keys from his pocket and exited the Italian's home.


Short chapter is so pathetically short and crappy that I just want to shoot myself.

Yay! So France finally appears and helps Romano discover that he's pregnant~! I even added in somethings about this here France; he will NOT be a rapist or a love rival of any sort; he is his older brother. In my mind, he's always had a soft spot for Lovino and merely teases him (as what older brother's usually do), but he knows when to stop. I absolutely despise it when people add in that he's a bad guy in the way he shows his affection; all he's done is grope, kiss, and strip in Himaruya's comics and there is no evidence that he's done any evil things of the sort (besides destroying the HRE). That's why he's my fourth favorite character. :I

I may have put him as a bit of a pedo in Wrong Italy but that's what he would act in the anime and I thought it would help with a bit of the storyline but just for a bit; but he'll change so you WI fans can love him a bit more. (Sorry, if there are any grammatical errors, I'm just too lazy to check.)

Well, until I update soon but probably tomorrow since I'm going to be handling the laptop. =w=

Hasta la pasta!