Alright, in this chapter, there is a small slash of Mpreg! There will be the little child of GerIta at the end, but until then I thought I'd put that in so noboy would be like "There's mpreg! You never mentioned mrpeg would be this!" And the reason behind that is because it just kind of popped into my mind an it was something I could honestly work into the story, so I believe. I will say I got a little feelsy, I read Arthur In The Dark (so fucking sad but sooooo goood!) ad listening to Leia in Italian, my now favorite cover! But there it is. Boom, Mpreg. I'd suggest skipping over the first part if you find Mpreg weird or don't like it but if you don't mind it enjoy the chapter!


"Ve~ Ludwig?" Germany looked up from pulling his bed sheets back to look at his lover, the little Italian's eyes were wide open, unlike every other time of the day which made Germany pleasantly happy his lover would keep his eyes open around him.

"Ja?"

"Do...Do you think Fratello is okay?" Germany sighed as he sat on the bed making the bed sink under his weight, the springs groaning gently against his weight and Italy got on the bed making his own small dent in the bed.

"Ja of course he is. You vould know if your bruder vasn't okay, vouldn't you?" Germany softly said making Italy gain a little watery gaze but he snuggled up to Germany when the blonde turned the lights out and pulled the blankets up, the moon outside just a bare cresent but Italy insisted on having them open. Italy rested his head on Germany's chest giving the German access to the soft brown hair before him as Italy's curl turned into a heart when he started to run his fingers through the soft locks. After some silence Germany blinked, shocked that Italy was probably asleep when the Italian suddenly hugged Germany hard.

"Luddy, I'm scared." Italy whispered out th words making Germany surprised as he looked at Italy who just kept his face buried in Germany's chest but he felt wetness slowly wetting his shirt, one droplet at a time. "I'm scared something is wrong with Fratello, I'm scared he'll go away."

"He...von't just go avay. You are your bruder's remaining family, I don't think he vould just go so easily. Do you, Feliciano?" Gremany asked then tilted his head back when Italy sniffed and grabbed fistfuls of Germany's black tank top and whimpered as his shirt became wet faster and he hugged the little Italian tight with zero awkwardness.

"I'm still scared. It's this..this bad feeling, Luddy, right in my belly but also right here." Italy lifted his head, his tears making clear shining paths down his cheeks, distracting Germany until he felt Italy's warm hand above his heart. "It's right here. It feels tight, like it's being strung up to much and it's going to snap me, but it's a sinking feeling like I've been told the worse new and it goes straight to my belly."

"Feliciano, your bruder vill be fine. I promise you, I vill be here to but up the pieces no matter vhat happens." Germany cupped Italy's wet face as he hiccuped a little it, his golden eyes dark with the feeling he described and only then did Germany put the exact name to the exact feeling Italy was feeling. "Dread." The word came out as a whisper as Italy whimpered and climbed into Germany's lap huffing him tight.

"Germany, I'm very scared. I'm really really scared." Germany tensed for Italy never called him by his country name-at least, not anymore he didn't and that's how Germany knew Italy was serious.

"It vill be okay." Germany stroked his lover's hair softly, running his finger under the curnched up curl making Italy whimper gently but nuzzle into Germany's throat softly, pressing his wet cheek onto his skin.

"Promise?"

"I promise."


"Ciao!" Romano looked up at the chirping voice only to see his brother standing outside the fence surrounding Romano and Spain's home. He too off his gloves and sunhate walking to the gate, to his brother.

"What do you want?" Romano sighed out looking at his brother who just smiled happily when he noticed Italy's eyes were a little swollen and red making Romano frown. "What the hell made you cry? Did that Potato Bastard say anything to you?" His voice had dropped to a hissing whisper making Italy's closed eyes open in alarm.

"No! No Fratello! It's nothing like that!" Italy protested when he suddenly chewed on his lip looking away when Germany walked up looking..nervous? "U-Um, Fratello we should probably talk."

"Mm about what." Romano grunted while keeping his eyes on Germany scowling hard as he came close to his brother but turned walking to the house leaving the couple to stare at him in surprise when he looked over his shoulder glaring. "Idiots, in the house! For fucks sake you both are so goddamn dense it's not even funny!"

"Ve~ That's my Fratello!" Italy cheerfully said the words smiling bright making Romano surprisingly blush then walk inside slamming the door open allowing Germany and Italy to just walk in.

"Oi, bastard! Get the fuck down here! Feli wants to talk to us!" Romano bellow making Italy squeak in alarm as he clung to Germany.

"Coming~" Came the cheerful call from upstairs making Romano roll his eyes then gesture with his head to the living room as he walked in when Italy noticed the sweat that clung to his clothes in dark patches and made his brother's face glint lightly.

"Fratello, how long were you outside?" Italy asked tilting his head to the side but Romano just glared at his younger brother.

"Shut up! I was out there for a long time, id-idiot!" Romano snapped but his cheeks took on a new glow of red making Italy giggle suddenly with understanding. His brother probably just had sex! It was written all over him!

"I'm here~" Spain entered the room smiling happily as he sat down next to Romano crossing his ankle over his knee while throwing his arm around his Italian's shoulder causing Romano to throw him a glare. "Little Feli, it's good to see you!"

"You too Big Brother Spain!" Italy smiled happily at the Spaniard when Germany cleared his throat suddenly snapping Italy into the mode or mind set as to why they were here. "Um...Fratello, we wanna tell you something."

"Ja." Germany nodded gently then looked at his own lover who held his hand tightly in his small one pressing hs palm to Germany's smiling happily at him. "Vould you like Italy to tell you or vill I suffice?"

"Just one of you say something!" Romano snapped as if his patience was wearing out when Italy looked at his elder brother and knew well enough that he had pain glazing his eyes making that dread surge up with a vengance.

"Feliciano is pregnant."

Those words seemed to freeze everything making any and everything freeze. Romano's eyes were wider than wide his pupils tiny in their irises, Spain's smile was frozen stiff on his own face nad Italy was holding onto Germany's hand tightly. "...What?"

"Feliciano is pregnant." Germany repeated slowly never taking his eyes off Romano as his eyes flicked to his brother's stomach which was just barely swollen.

"Is this a sick fucking joke?" Romano hissed with narrowed eyes as they snapped to the German who was looking at him evenly and Italy squeezed Germany's hand tighter.

"No. This is not a joke I vould never joke about something as serious as this." Germany solemnly said as he looked Romano straight in the eye as the ITalian's face flushed and he could practically see the muscles shifting nad coiling beneath Romano's skin.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Romano suddenly roared jumping up when he gasped with pain laced in the noise before he could even lunge and he stumbled back into his seat pressing his hands to his skull tightly gripping his hair tightly and Italy whined gently staring at his twin.

"Romano!" Italy whined leaning forward to reach out for his brother when Romano slapped his reaching hands away and glared at him through a haze of pain.

"Fuck off!" Romano snarled but stared at his brother's lightly swollen stomach. "Just...Just don't."

"Lovino..." Spain reached out touching Romano making him suddenly wail out in pain curling up moving away and fisted his hair again tight making Italy whimper loudly staring at his elder brother.

"Romano! Romano!" Italy just whimpered his name out over and over when Romano scowled at him, the darkness from his hands seemed to make his eyes glow brightly with the effect.

"Out of my house!" Romano screamed suddenly making Italy flinch as he stood up grabbing Germany's hand yanking him away and when the door slammed Romano's breath became fast and heavy.

"Romano," Spain reached out brushing his cheeks with his finger tips and Romano whined before pouncing on Spain placing his hands on his chest, even with his pained eyes, he stared down at the Spaniard.

"Toni, I want you. Please the sex made it better last time, please please." Romano just said 'please' soft like a whimper as he pulled Spain closer and closer but Spain pushed him away gently making tears well in his eyes. "Antonio please!"

"No! Romano there's...there's something wrong with you and I can't..can't have sex until my fears are put to rest." Spain tiredly explained while staring at his Italian lover who had tears dripping down his red cheeks but he suddenly went blank standing up off the Spaniard then walked to the door of the living room.

"Fine. I'll make a stupid doctors appointment and prove to you that I'm fine!" Romano snapped as he rubbed his wet eyes hard and rough with the sides of his hands and glared at Spain. "And when I do prove I'm fine, you are going to screw me hard enough I'll be screaming."

"Well it sounds pretty arousing coming from your lips for once." Spain chuckled out as he stared at Romano who just glared then turned walking out of sight making Spain sigh gently and let his head fall back. That was the first episode Spain had seen.

He'd seen Romano in bed with a headache, or like at the meeting when the pain made him black out but never had he seen Romano act so..so much like a wild animal. He struck out when offered help just like a hurt animal and he'd been desperate for sex straight after. When he looked at Romano his heart hurt so much with his love for the fierce male; it ached with longing so intense he feared it would never lessen but only grow with each time Romano laid under him moaning his name with his nails sinking into his flesh and the way his tears would well and slid down as he looked at Spain with such love that he felt his heart would burst. He knew Romano loved him, knew it better than he knew anything, and that's why he understood the way Romano acted. What could possibly be going on with Romano?

His brows furrowed softly as he linked his hands together and pressed them to his lips as his leg bounced softly with his train of his thoughts before he moved his hands over his head and thorugh his hair until it rested on his neck. The last time he ever saw someone beginning to act like Romano was- His head jerked upright hard with a hiss as his eyes widened with a pain that struck him so hard he couldn't see right. No. No! He was being stupid!

He forced a shakey smile but still the fear that lingered with where that thought had been going, what memory that had nearly scratched to the surface, made him terrified and he heard Romano singing softly in Italian in the kitchen with the smell of spices that promised lunch. He forced his fear stiff body to get up, almost like a robot, and walked his way over to the kitchen where he stood in the door watching Romano sing softly and shake his hips lightly making a little smile twitch at Spain but still, all pain seemed dormant or gone in the Italian. He watched Romano for a few more minutes before walking stiffly to the little male throwing his arms around him tightly hugging him making Romano squeak in alarm but his hand moved up touching his arm softly.

"What are you doing?" Romano questioned in a huffy but genuinely curious way as he paused in his cooking which was tacos, which Spain honestly loved.

"What are you doing, is what I should be asking." Spain snapped making Romano turn his head then tilt it back looking up at Spain with surprise shining in his eyes as he blinked softly looking so..so innocent that Spain felt his heart clench tightly in his chest.

"What the hell crawled up your ass and fucking died?" Romano snapped right back harsher, his tone like a knife and it surprisingly made Spain laugh out of nowhere making the Italian flinch and he held Romano all the more tighter.

"Nothing, sorry. I appreciate you making me food all the time." Spain murmured kissing the spot behind Romano's ear which was sensitive making the Italian shiver but send him a seductive grin.

"Sure you don't want to go to bed~?" Romano purred as he wrapped his arms around Spain rubbing his hips against the Spaniard's grinning wide making Spain chuckle but gently push the Italian away.

"No, Romano. Not until the doctor appointment." Spain said making Romano sigh in annoyance and spin away going back to cooking and it made Spain smile. "Romano~ Turn around~"

"Why so you can fucking tease me more again and-Mm!" His words cut off when he turned aroun to face the Spaniard only to be enfolded into a deep, soft kiss that got the Italian's head spinning quickly an he smiled kissing Spain eagerly. Even though Italy though Romano must have had sex, he didn't, Spain wouldn't let them and stood solidly against having sex until Romano explained or got checked out but God did Romano want Spain desperately. The kiss broke when Romano nibbled on Spain's lips gently and Spain place a soft kiss to Romano's forehead.

"Te quiero, Lovino~" Spain purred out but smiled sweetly making Romano blush hot as Spain's thumb rubbed his slight kiss swollen lip gently.

"T-Ti amo di pi ." Romano mumbled when he looked at Spain from under his lashes blushing hot and he smiled lightly making Spain burst into a bright smile like the sun.

"I don't think that's possible, I've alwas loved you more little Lovi, so I love you MUCH more." Spai smirked wide seeming to note the little jolt Romano gave when ever his human name would spill past the Spaniard's lips.

"Toni? Can...Can you.." Romano was struggling with words, why he had no idea, but he knew exactly what he wanted to say to him but as his cheeks burned it was like he was too embarrassed to get the words out.

"Yes?"

"Can you..call me Lovino from now on? When it's just you and I?" Romano asked while sresting his hads on the counter looking to the wall feeling embarrassed and he tapped his nails gently against the surface of the counter gently making Spain smiled at the Italian's back. He's so cute!

"Of course." Spain replied making Romano whip his head to the side to look at him intently, squinting like he was trying to see through Spain but he didn't sense any bullshit making him relax as Spain smiled but it quickly morphed into concern. "But Lovi, you should really apologize to little Italy and Germany."

"...I will." Romano sighed out hanging his head shutting his eyes when a small brief stab of pain hit his temple and he rubbed his forehead before looking down at his cooking feeling unsatisfied, like he didn't want to do this anymore and wanted to sleep. "Toni, I'm going to lay down. I don't want to cook anymore."

"Alright." Spain softly said as his little Italian lover rushed past him with a hand pressed to his forehead and was gone, thumping up the stairs, leaving Spain by himself in the kitchen.

Staring at where his lover used to be he felt a squeeze in his chest and stomach. He didn't want to eat, not with his worries clinging to him like the small demon's they truly were and, when the sound of a door finally shutting, he turned walking to the kitchen phone picking it up. His thumb hovered over the numbers before sucking in a breath and letting out a breath typing in the numbers then lifted the phone to his ear listening to the dial tone when the sound of someone picking up sounded.

"Oui?"

"Francis I..." Spain felt suspiciously upset, his throat thick and tight for some reason like he was about to say he had cancer or Romano left him.

"What iz ze matter? Antonio?" France's worried voice sounded in his ear with little Canada's voice echoing in the background but Spain swallowed hard past the thickness gathering in his throat.

"Francis you...you were there when Holy Rome died right? Gil too?" Spain finally choked out with the dread squirming through his veins and stomach like a large black snake that whispered it's way through him only to constrict across his chest and make him hitch in breath quietly.

"Oui.. Why, iz somezing ze matter?" France asked again as Spain clutched the phone tight in his hand to the point his skin strained against his knuckles.

"Possibly. I...I need you and Gil to come and look at Romano. Prove to me I'm wrong about my suspicions." Spain got out feeling strange tears pressing against his eyes insistently as he clung the phone to his ear like it was his life preserver to keep him from drowning in the dread that was without waiting for him when he hung up that phone.

"Iz...Antonion do you fear zat Romano iz-?"

"I am. I'm terrified. Francis unless I get an answer I'm...I'm afraid that Romano is going to disappear. So please...please help me. Please."