"WHAT?" Romano yelled at Spain as Germany paled, "I'LL KILL YOU!"

Spain held Romano back from killing Germany again, "Lovino, you promised you'd be nice if I told you!"

"BUT YOU SAID-" Lovino began.

"I said that's what I think it doesn't make it true at all," Spain shook his head, "They're still going to the doctor to make sure. If I'm wrong, I'm keeping you as far away as possible until the baby's born. We don't want it growing up knowing that it's uncle was a violent Italian man hell bent on killing it's father."

Germany remained pale, almost paper white, "P-Pregnant...I-I mean, he-he showed signs, but I-I didn't think it was possible..."

Spain nodded, "I thought it would be a shock to you."

"How the fuck do you know so much, you fucking tomato bastard?" Romano pouted at Spain.

"Well...Remember Canada?" Spain asked, knowing that no one else probably remembered the quiet country.

After a while of the other two trying to figure out who Canada was, Spain sighed, "Canada is the country north of America's land. France got pregnant with Canada before and Prussia and I ended up helping him through most of it..."

"Oh, that's Canada," Romano tilted his head a bit before glaring at Spain, "You helped that fucking bastard? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"He is my friend, mi tomat, why shouldn't I have helped him?" Spain smiled cheerfully, "Besides, you're going to do that same for Feliciano, aren't you?"

"I suppose..." Romano crossed his arms stubbornly, "But that doesn't mean I'll get alone with the fucking potato bastard. How the fuck did he manage to get pregnant, anyway?"

"I'll explain when Feliciano is here so I won't have to explain again," Spain continued to smile, "If I'm right, he would want an explanation, too, but, like I said before, I could be wrong, so I'm not going to tell them to cancel the appointment."

"I want to have an explanation now, dammit!" Romano huffed.

Germany shook his head. How did Italy end up with a potty mouth like Romano for a brother? It just didn't add up. Feliciano was sweet, kind, clueless, and cute and Lovino was bitter, rude, high-strung, and, for Ludwig, extremely hard to deal with.

Only because the older Italian insisted on giving the German a hard time for no reason at all. Germany was almost always racking his brain to find out why Romano was always this way towards him.

"What's going on in here...?" A whiny Italian accent came from the living room's doorway, "I heard yelling..."

"Feliciano?" Germany turned to the doorway where Italy was standing, or more like leaning, "Are you feeling any better?"

Italy shook his head as Germany stood up and helped him into the living room, "We might be in for something I don't even understand..."

"Ve~? What is it, Germany?" Italy's head tilted cutely, "Why are you all pale...?"

Germany sat Italy down next to him on the loveseat in Spain's living room, "Well..."

Spain cleared his throat, "Um...Italy...You very well may be pregnant..."

"Wh-What...?" Italy's eyes widened, "But only women can get pregnant, big brother Spain..."

"That's what I tried to tell the tomato bastard, BUT HE WOULDN'T EXPLAIN TILL YOU GOT HERE!" Romano's face reddened.

"Well now he is so now I can tell him," Spain smiled kindly at the cowering Italian holding onto Germany, "You see, Feliciano...As countries, we have a uterus and...Er...Well...The obvious parts."

"How the hell do you know this? I don't see any fucking doctor's degree here!" Romano interrupted.

"Like I said, France was pregnant with Canada before, and being France's friends, Prussia and I helped him out," Spain repeated, not even skipping a beat, "As I was saying...We, as male countries, have both sex organs as a result of most of us being men and having a higher ratio of falling in love with another man."

Romano pouted at this, while Germany put one of his arms around Italy's shoulder, who looked a bit confused, but was getting the important parts, at the least.

Spain continued, "Well, when you and Germany did a few of those things that people in love do, you got pregnant from-"

"We know the rest, Antonio," Romano stopped Spain, "The fucking potato got my little brother pregnant, there's not much else to explain."

"Ve~ but I didn't know..." Italy looked down at his stomach, "...I haven't grown at all..."

"No, but you're still getting sick and everything," Spain nodded, "You might be growing soon. I still suggest that you don't cancel the appointment, just to be safe."

"We're not going to cancel it," Germany answered for Italy.

A/N: How was it? It's not too long, I know, but I was running out of ideas. See you next time 3 thanks for reading!