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Our Little Surprise

Chapter 2

"I got you, Germany!"

"Italy, I can valk on my own! I don't need your hands on my shoulders the vhole vay!

The next day, Italy was helping Germany out to the car, with Germany protesting the entire time. Italy sat Germany down in back then, to Germany's horror, slipped into the drivers seat. This was bad.

Before Germany could say anything, however, the Italian started up the engine and slammed on the gas. The car swerved and bounced, flying down the road at what Germany was sure was over 100 miles per hour. The blonde nation curled up in the backseat, his lunch starting to rise to his throat for the second time that day. He moaned and curled up tighter, waiting for the torture to end.


Finally, the car skidded to a stop in front of a Sicilian clinic, smoke floating from the tires. "Ve!~We're here! Germany?" Italy announced, turning to the backseat. He gasped as a wave of stench hit him. "Germany! I told you you should have-a stayed home! Now I have to clean all zis up!"

Germany groaned and opened the door, almost literally melting out of the car. He stood up, trembling. "That is the last time you ever drive me anyvere..." He still felt nauseous as they walked in together, Italy with his arm around Germany's waist. The double doors slid open and a nurse greeted them.

"Oh, hello! How may I help you?" the Sicilian woman said. She had a slightly monotone voice that made Germany feel uneasy, and he started regretting letting his lover take him anywhere in Sicily.

"My friend is-a very sick! He's been throwing up all morning and I don't-a know what to do!" Italy begged.

"Don't worry, we have a doctor available for you!" The nurse brought a walkie talkie to her lips. "Dr. Vargas, Dr. Vargas, you are needed in the lobby!"

After a few minutes, none other than Sicily herself came walking down the stairs. She smiled and waved, to which Italy replied with a happy squeal of 'Pastaaaaa!'.

"Mr. Beilschmidt and Mr. Vargas! I've been expecting you two. Follow me." Sicily beckoned with her hand and started to walk down a hall. Italy grabbed Germany's hand and dragged him along, giddily following his 'Sorrela' like a trained puppy. The trio arrived in a room with a strange machine and a bottle of gel. "Ludwig /there are cameras watching so we have to use our human names/, please lay down on the table and lift up your shirt."

Germany blushed a bit, not trusting the Sicilian, but doing as he was told. Sicily spread some of the (COLD!) gel on his abdomen and moved what looked like a remote of sorts over it. She stuck some headphones in her ears and suddenly, her eyes grew wide.

"Feliciano, Ludwig...you need to hear this." she whispered, holding back a snicker. Germany snatched the headphones and stuck one in his ear, putting the other in Italy's. Germany listened for his own heartbeat.

And was greeted by two others.

Germany listened for a moment longer, wishing it had just been a ripple in the flow of the wires. But the triple heartbeat continued. Germany's eyes grew wide and he started to tremble. Italy put a hand on Germany's shoulder, his eyes fully opened and shining a simmering bronze. "Germany..."

Germany ripped off the remote and dashed from the room. He burst through the doors of the clinic and kept running down the streets, ignoring the calls of, "GERMANY!". He sped down the sidewalk and turned into an alleyway, finally skidding to a stop in front of a dead end. He bit back a scream of anger and slammed his fists onto the bricks. Over and over, he smashed his fists onto the surface, squeezing his eyes shut to fight back the tears threatening to burst. The cuts and bruises he was getting had little effect on him. After a minute or two, he slowly sank down to his knees, then to his side, curling up in a tight ball.

"Germany!" Italy and Sicily dashed to the German's side and tried to comfort him. "Are you alright, Germany?" Italy worried. Germany was unable to answer, as the slightest movement would cause the floodgates to open. Sicily looked up at her fratello, mouth contorted into a concerned frown.

"Let's get him home, he shouldn't stay out here in this condition." Sicily stated. Italy nodded and watched as Sicily lifted the emotional nation, the German's body quivering with sobs(Sicily has super strength similar to America's). As they headed home, ignoring stares from passing pedestrians, Italy surprised Sicily by stating the obvious.

"He's-a pregant, isn't he?"

...

"Yup."


And there you have it! Sorry if the chappie is short, I'm not good at making them longer. Anyways, as before, review and get Canadian hugs!

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