"H-how? I know…but" Italy found himself at a loss of words. Could it have really happened? He should know this, both him and Germany did research just in case this actually happened, what the signs were for the beginning of the first 'trimester'. He didn't remember them now, he should have known, so he slowly sat up from lying on the toilet, leaning back on Germany, who was smiling from ear to ear.

"Anything weird you haven't told me going on?"

"Frequent headaches, the morning sickness, and the worst one in my opinion…my nipples…boob, pecs hurt"

"Really?"

"Yes, they hurt like a bitch. They've been really sore and touchy, and my nipples have been perky. I'm a bit surprised that you hadn't noticed" Germany was honestly curious, so he leaned over Italy's right shoulder to investigate and low and behold, Italy's nipples were just poking out in his shirt, obvious against the loose fabric now pressed up to his chest. That right there sealed the deal and Germany was getting both of them up from the floor.

"Come on. I need to call someone"

"Who?" Italy asked, because honestly he hoped Germany would not go bragging, even thought that would be something Prussia would do.

"Hungary. I guess you can consider her your midwife for this, if it truly is a pregnancy" Italy's eyes lit up, and he clung to Germany as he picked up his phone, dialing Hungary's number. Hungary was going to help him through this if it really turned out to be true? It would be more then magical to have Hungary there to help him through it all, and make sure everything was okay and going smooth. He soon got lost in the thought of Hungary helping in his possible pregnancy that he let Germany go and laid back on their bed, watching aimlessly as Germany talked into the phone, sounding more and more excited. As he ended the call, he came up next to Italy, pressing a firm kiss to his forehead.

"She's coming over to see if it's true and she how along you are"

"Ve~ Okay. Should I just….hang out here?"

"Probably, yes"

"Then can you bring up breakfast? Something with strawberries, oh! And….and something with lots of whipped cream"

Germany stifled a laugh. "Whipped cream?"

"Yes, I'm suddenly craving whipped cream, strawberries and waffles. Not really pasta though. I command thee to make strawberry waffles!"

"No pasta? Who are you and what have you done to my Italy?" It was Italy's turn to chuckle at him.

"Italy got pregnant and now craves waffles. Wasn't one of the things for first trimester symptoms; random cravings?"

Germany nodded in confirmation and Italy's smile grew larger, almost spreading ear to ear. He pointed to the door, making a pouty face.

"Then I want waffles! Call Belgium if you must, but I desire strawberry waffles. With LOTS of whipped cream!"

Germany chuckled as he stood up and walked out, leaving the door open. He made his way quickly into the kitchen, pulling out the strawberries, the can of whipped cream and his phone again. He hoped Belgium was awake or willing to come over to help because he needed help to make waffles. Cakes and German foods he could do. Waffles? No salvation there besides in the help he could get from the country of chocolate and waffles. As he stood with his hands flat on the kitchen counters, staring down the strawberries and waiting for Belgium to pick up, random things flew through his mind.

Mood swings; he was already having them and how bad would they get? Issues; would there be any during the pregnancy? Food; would he have enough for him, Italy, and an unborn child?

The call finally connected, and Belgium answered as sweet as ever.

"Hey Germany, what's going on?" Something in the background of the call shuffled, then Netherland's voice just barely over the noise. Belgium made a shushing noise. "Shush big brother! So Germany, what's up?"

"Bella, I need some help making waffles. Strawberry waffles. I am clueless for once and I have no frozen waffles anywhere…."

"Say no more Germany, I'll be right over. You have strawberries right?"

"Yes I do. Also we'll be using a lot of whipped cream"

"Sounds like even more fun. I'll be over in five. Expect me!"

Fifteen minutes later and still waiting on Hungary, Germany and Belgium finished a rather gorgeous looking pile of strawberry waffles topped in so much whipped cream, you could wonder and guess how many strawberries were on top. It was like a cloud sitting on it almost.

"Belgian waffles ready to be served! Now you know the art of perfect waffles!" Belgium boasted, proudly presenting the plate to Germany, following him as he slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor. Germany's eyebrow twitched though, signaling his clean freak reflex because some things still needed to be cleaned down there. He fought it, focusing on Italy's random craving-controlled breakfast. Belgium walked silently behind him for a few feet before finally speaking up when he got near his room.

"So Italy just wanted waffles suddenly?" she was getting a look; a suspicious look that formed soon to a smirk. Germany reached for the doorknob, but held it for a few moments, hesitating to answer her.

"Yes, and what of it?"

Before Belgium could shout out her suspicions, the front door opened downstairs. Hungary had finally arrived and she was making herself known.

"Ludwig! Feli! I made it! Are you upstairs?"

"Can you go and stall a bit? I want Italy to eat something before she comes up" Germany asked, finally opening the door.

"Okay I will! Hi Italy, bye Italy!" Belgium called out as she rushed down the stairs. Germany smiled as he went inside, closing the door with his foot. Italy sat up excitedly, giggling as he made grabby hands for the plate. Before it barely had time to hit Italy's lap, Italy was digging in, stuffing his face with whipped cream and make a mess of himself. His face was covered in the white fluffiness, and you could make out finally the strawberries beautifully decorated on the awaiting waffles.

"Yum…" Italy moaned, digging into the waffles with vigor. As he stuffed his cheeks, Germany wiped leftover whipped cream still on his face off. Italy giggled at him, enjoying this too much. Both men didn't notice Hungary peek in until she whistled, breaking the cute little couple bubble. Italy's emotions changed almost instantly, pushing the empty plate to Germany and greeting Hungary warmly.

"Ve~ Hungary, you made it!" Italy cheered. Hungary smiled and closed the door behind her, and Germany set the plate down securely and reminded himself to take it back later. Hungary scooped Italy up in a hug, and then quickly grew business.

"So…..anything interesting going on?"

"Mood swings, cravings, headaches, morning sickness…and my boobs hurt" he found himself mumbling at the end, growing embarrassed at talking about his pectorals hurting like they were boobs and then calling them boobs. It was even weirder because he was talking about it with Hungary, a girl.

"Alright then, Italy. Germany may I ask you to exit for a moment?" Hungary spoke softly. Italy looked sharply at her, face heating up red in sudden anger.

"Why does he have to leave?!" he demanded. Hungary sighed and quickly looked over to Germany, who was starting to look a bit anxious. She then returned her gaze to Italy and then smiled softly.

"I guess he can stay, but I want no peanut gallery comments or remarks, are we clear?" she pointed to Germany, who nodded rather quickly. He wasn't going to risk being hit by her skillet like his brother did way too often. Hungary returned her attention of Italy, leaving Germany to figure out how to amuse himself through this.

"Okay….since you're not female we can't exactly pinpoint the point of fertilization, though we can narrow it down real close since we've found that you guys show symptoms to signal it. Do you remember when you first started having your changes like the morning sickness, the tender pectoral muscles?"

"Um….I think three weeks ago? I started really having to go to the bathroom a lot, and the…the puking too"

"Okay. So you're about…..three weeks along. That's good to know. Because it is my duty as your midwife for this, I need to know a few things hun, alright? Care to tell about any pain, any difficulties you've been having?"

Germany found himself slowly dozing off, getting uninterested in the talk Hungary and Italy were enjoying. As he finally surrendered to the sudden drowsiness and closed his eyes, he found himself instantly looking at a white-filled dream. The dream was pure white, wind twirling around in what looked like snow, encircling him and the others in it. He could make out Italy in the white landscape, softly humming the tune of 'Once Upon a December' once more, slowly twirling in circles. As he could see the front of him, he could see something bundled up in his arms.

"Germany? Germany?!" Germany's eyes fluttered open, finding himself being hovered over by Italy and Hungary. The white dream world was gone. He sighed internally at the loss of it; it seemed to be showing him what would happen later. He sat up with little sound, and addressed the worried friends in front of him.

"Sorry….I fell asleep" he apologized. "So…?"

"Well, Italy's expecting and about three weeks along if you didn't catch it earlier. You'll need to just keep an eye on his weight gain, anything abnormal happening and because of the mood swings, just in case it gets real bad, try and keep it calm. Too much stress on Italy could spell disaster on your child."

"Alright….."

"Feli, you better be listening too, this is your child and your body. You'll need a lot of rest, and you'll find yourself taking random naps even more. Also, try to spread out eating. Not just three meals and done; random snacks through the day and small meals is good too, and try to avoid fatty foods"

"Okay Hungary" Italy chirped.

"Why don't you just stay for the pregnancy?" Germany offered. Italy gasped and pleaded at Hungary to stay. Germany stood up finally and helped Italy up as well.

"Honestly, it would be nice to have you around again, ve~" Italy assured her. "Please?"

Hungary took not a single moment to consider it, and grinned. "Alright, I'll stay for your baby Ita-chan!"

"Yaaay!" Italy cheered.

Things from there got very interesting. Hungary later that day moved what she needed for her 40 week stay to their home, and informed Austria and Hungary of her temporary leave. She didn't tell them about Italy's pregnancy, since it was agreed that they would keep it secret for as long as possible, and both still were confused on why she was living there for a bit. Prussia tried to push the point, but ended with a skillet mark on his face. He dropped it and didn't ask again. While Hungary did so, Italy and Germany celebrated. They finally were going to have a little family of their own.

"I still can't believe it Luddy…" Feli cooed, placing his hands lightly on his stomach. It wasn't extended out yet, but he knew something was growing underneath his palms.

"I can't either, but it happened finally" Germany whispered, kneeling down in front of him. Italy smiled, scooting around in his chair. He slowly started to rub his stomach with his fingers, smiling down at them.

"We can't wait for you little one"

Over the next four weeks, the soon fathers found themselves in so many ups and downs, and Ludwig found himself soon sort of regretting that he agreed to try for a baby. So far this week alone, Feli had eaten an entire package of wurst, several packages of varied fruits and vegetables, and an entire cake and somehow only gain a pound or two. He also was badly moody, going from sweet and innocent to angry and loud quickly; he had fought with him twice as well, but they defused quickly. He was constantly going to the bathroom, and even found himself peeing his pants. Morning sickness was almost a non-issue even though it constantly happens.

Right now, Italy was sleeping soundlessly on the couch, rubbing his very slightly swelled stomach unconsciously. He was partially propped up by a small pillow. He sighed in his sleep, content and settling into his sleep.

Hungary and Germany were in the kitchen, listening and watching as they cleaned up the morning's breakfast fiasco. Apparently, Italy could not, or would not it was hard to tell, eat anything pasta-related. It scared Germany just a bit when he spit it out like it was poison. Italy himself didn't even expect that he wouldn't want the food he inhaled any chance he had. He was hard to consul after that, but he eventually cried himself out to exhaustion and fell asleep, leaving the others to clean up their barely touched breakfast.

"I'll get easier Germany. You're in the middle of the first trimester; it's the hardest, but I promise you it'll get easier" Hungary reassured Germany, setting the last of the cleaned plates in the washer.

"I really hope you're right Hungary" he mumbled, looking over at Italy. He really hoped that the worst of it was over.

"I am right! I've been watching birth after birth, pregnancy after pregnancy, and I know the patterns. I made sure I knew what would happen so I could help my trusted friends and allies when or if it happened. Trust me; it'll get a bit better. Things will calm down when he enters his second trimester. The first is always the worst, for both father and mother"

Germany hummed in response and walked up to the back of the couch, reaching down to brush his hand over the top of Italy's head. Italy was slowly getting bigger, the baby growing under the protection of everything in him. He looked more fat then pregnant, and they took it to their advantage to keep his pregnancy on the down low. He took the situation rather well, dealing the pain and issues that came along with the little package growing in him. Germany worried though that he was hiding some of it. He brushed his fingers over Italy's pink-tinted cheeks. Italy smiled in his sleep, adjusting his spot on the couch to where he laid on his left side, his hands seemingly glued to his stomach.

"I hope he's faring well with it….." Germany found himself voicing. Hungary walked up next to him, smiling down at the slumbering Italy.

"He's a trooper. I guess his dream of being with child is keeping him going through it" Hungary spoke softly. Germany sighed and retreated away, taking in the cool air still blowing through the house. It was the early weeks of January, and winter still had them in their grasp.

"We should get ready for the World Meeting. You'll help cover for Italy again, right?" Germany asked, turning to Hungary. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to Italy's forehead before straightening up and nodding in agreement. They had also built a system when meetings, personal or World alike, to keep Italy calm and occupied when they left for them. Soon, they had everything in place, and they were off to the World Meeting, leaving Italy to his devices.

Not a half hour into the meeting, about an hour after Italy was left home alone, the meeting slowly started to spiral out of control. England and France were about to start fighting again, and it riled everyone else up to try and stop it. It was slowly becoming chaos, and already Germany was ready to just explode. Hungary thought tried to help soothe him through the rage, until Romano spoke up, stopping them both.

"Okay you two, cut the shit, where's my fratello?"

"He wasn't feeling well, so he stayed back home" Germany replied. Romano only got angrier, standing up and shouting at him.

"Che palle, I know you're lying! You would have dragged him here anyway, now what the hell did you do to my brother!?""

The meeting room grew silent, drawn to the fight happening at the other end of the table. Germany and Romano were at it, Hungary and Spain trying to help defuse it.

"Look I'm telling you the truth here Romano!"

"I still say bullcrap! If he's sick, then why am I not?! Explain that for me potato bastard!"

"I don't know? Maybe you're less connected then you think! I don't know alright?"

"Fucking potato! You're lying out your ass! What did you do to my fratello?!"

"Romano, calm down!" Spain pleaded, keeping the enraged Italian back from mauling Germany. He struggled in Spain's hard grip.

"No you tomato bastard, stay out of it and LET ME GO!"

"Romano, can't you just trust in him for once?!" Hungary asked, keeping herself in front of Germany just in case he did snap. Romano growled in response, leaving them once more in a heated stalemate.

The doors of the meeting hall opened silently, turning everyone's head as Italy walked in timidly, letting the door hang open idly.

"Germany? Romano?"

Germany rushed away from the argument up to Italy, who started to walk up to the meeting.

"Italy what are you doing here?" Germany worried. Italy looked down at what people thought was his feet, and then back up, bringing his arms around himself. He even got dressed properly for a meeting, but left his jacket wide open.

"I got bored and I've been missing too many meetings. So I came here" Italy informed him. Romano struggled out of Spain's hold and ran up to his brother, shoving Germany aside enough for him to grab his brother's shoulders.

"What did he do?"

"Ve…."

"Fratello, what did the potato bastard do to you?!"

"He did nothing wrong Romano, okay?" Italy finally answered. The other occupants of the meeting surged forward, trying to hear in.

"Bullshit"

"I'm telling the truth!" he yelled, making Romano step back in shock. Italy face softened. "He did nothing wrong."

"Italy…." Germany started to sat, but was stopped by Hungary.

"Then what did he do?" Romano growled, looking sharply at Germany. Italy sighed, rubbing a hand up his right arm for a moment, and contemplated about the decision he was about to make. He smiled after a few silent moments, and rested his hands once more on his stomach.

"I'm pregnant, Romano" Italy softly spoke, causing Romano to snap his head at him, his expression completely flabbergasted. Even the other occupants of the room, which were mainly the G8 and a few others, looked upon him with disbelief. Germany and Italy met eyes for a split second, and Italy moved quickly to Germany's side, holding hands and staring down Romano.

"I am pregnant with Germany's child and you have no say in the matter"