Guess what? It finally stopped raining! Thank goodness, because I was starting to think I had accidentally moved to Seattle or something.
Thank you for your comments. I really enjoy reading them!
And for those of you who like pregnancy announcement scenes, there's still a whole side of the world that doesn't know...
IMPORTANT! I read that someone would like Germany's Boss's reaction to the good news, and I am far too lazy to write it. Ah ha, sorry. ^^;
But if someone else wants to write it, go ahead! I'll review, favorite and follow it! Just make sure to give credit! Looking forward to a player who takes up the challenge!
Month 5
Germany grit her teeth as she attempted to button her old uniform jacket over her bump for the World Meeting. It wasn't going as smoothly as she had hoped. When she had slipped it on, she had been positive she would be able to manage. But now...those buttons were so being so damn difficult.
"C'mon baby..." she muttered, "If you just let me do this, I'll eat whatever you want for dinner tonight!" Prussia watched all of this from the couch in half amusement and half anxiety.
"Hey, don't squish her West." he teased, laughing as she threw him a look. Prussia wasn't the only one concerned, however.
"Ve, why don't you just borrow one of Prussia's uniforms?" Italy asked, trying to deter his friend from her possibly dangerous task. "He's a bit bigger than you, so you should fit."
"Shut up! This is humiliating enough without not being able to wear my own uniform to a World Meeting!" she snapped at him. Italy drew back, having been painfully reminded of mood swings.
"You're gonna be la-ate!" Prussia said, in a sing-song voice from the couch. "Go West, go!" unknown as to whether or not her brother's cheer had given her a surge of strength or not, Germany somehow managed to snap the last button on her jacket.
"Finally!" she cried. Italy threw her coat over her shoulders and hurried her towards the door.
"Hurry hurry hurry! Prussia is right, we're going to be so late!" Japan followed after the energetic Italian and his protesting ally, leaving Prussia and Romano alone in blissful silence.
Germany sat in her usual spot at the conference table in the World Meeting Hall, with Japan on her left and Italy on her right. Her nerves were skyrocketing, and it didn't help anyone that Italy kept trying to sneak his hand onto her belly, only to have it smacked off again and again by Germany.
"Stop that! You want everyone to see?!" she whispered furiously. Italy frowned slightly.
"But Germany! You're so cute, and I want to feel the baby!" Germany felt her face grow hot, and she cleared her throat a bit embarrassedly.
"N-nein, not now. Maybe l-later, after the meeting." she quickly hid her face in her notes, trying to hide her crimson cheeks from everyone.
"And that concludes my speech. Are there any questions?" Britain said, snapping Germany back to attention as he folded his pointer and placed it back in his pocket. Canada raised his hand, but no one noticed him. "Anyone? Anyone at all?"
"Oui, I have a question," France said, smiling saucily like usual. "But it is not for you." he turned to face Germany, ignoring the irate Brit behind him. "Allemagne, have your breasts gotten larger?" he asked (with a straight face). Almost everyone gaped, except Italy, who was totally oblivious to the insensitivity of his big brother's question.
"Wha-? E-excuse me?" she glanced down. Sure, they had swollen slightly, but she was pregnant! It was to be expected! Of course no one else knew that but the Axis Powers and their family. "Wait a moment, if they look bigger to you...then that means you've stared at them before!" she cried incredulously. France shrugged.
"Guilty is charged. But if you don't want people to look at them, don't constantly display them!" he said, laughing.
"I-I don't display my breasts!" she yelled right back. "On what planet is this a display?!" she jabbed a finger at them. America flushed slightly, and England rolled his eyes.
"Yes, well, as much as some of us seem to enjoy this topic, why don't we discuss my speech and any-"
"They do look bigger, now that you mention it." Russia piped up, with that innocent little grin on his face. Germany's mouth fell open as China nodded.
"Hold on! You guys all stare at me?! Every meeting?!"
"Ha ha ha! Well, not every meeting, but most of them!" America laughed.
"I don't believe this!" she tugged on Italy's sleeve. "Do something, you dummkopf!" Italy cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"...I'm sorry, what were we talking about? I sorta fell asleep."
"You're all a bunch of perverts!" she cried, making a move to stand up...and then remembering the suspicious and conspicuous bump underneath her jacket. Slowly, she sat back down and cleared her throat again, earning her puzzled looks from all of the Allied Troops, even Canada.
"Germany?" Britain asked, cocking his head to the side. "Erm...what was that?"
"W-what was what?" she stuttered. Britain and France caught each other's eyes.
"You...looked as if you were going to stand...but changed your mind halfway through." Britain continued, still as confused as ever. Germany began to shake slightly. This was it. She was history. Britain took a long gulp of tea and surveyed her over the top of his cup.
"W-well...I...I'm...well, I'm p-"
"She's having a baby!" Italy cried, unable to contain his joy any longer. Germany growled at him.
"Italy! Why do you always interrupt me to say the exact same thing I was going to say in the first place?!" the reactions of the Allies were all different, and quite comical in their own ways.
America's mouth fell open, and he stared at the slightly older country in awe, horror and mostly shock. England spat out his tea and coughed a few times before leaning on a chair for support, finding that his knees had gone weak. Russia just smiled, and China muttered, "I knew it, aru." France just continued to grin in his creepy way.
"Dude, you're...you're preggo?!" America yelled, trying to laugh, but finding that he couldn't. Italy nodded and nuzzled his face against the side of his friend's belly. "Whoa!"
"America!" Britain yelled, his voice much weaker than before however. "Don't be so tactless towards a woman!" he ran a hand down his face before locking eyes with the German and probing her for the truth. "Germany...you're with child?" she nodded. England coughed softly and then looked up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling.
"Hey, can I feel the baby bump dude?" America asked, already over the initial shock. Italy's grin broadened.
"Yeah! Of course you can!" he took America's hand in his own and placed it against the coat. The two men waited eagerly, unaware of the increasingly annoyed German who's personal space they were invading. "Oh! Dude, it totally kicked me! Bitching!" America laughed again, his eyes twinkling. "Aw man, Italy! You're so lucky! You get to live with her!"
"Sí, but Germany is lucky too! She gets to carry the baby all the time! I'll have to wait until my little girl is born until I can hold her!"
"It's a girl?" France asked, still unmoving. His smile only widened. "How adorable! Wonderful! Congratulations, Ita-chan and Germany-chan!"
"Y-yeah, it's...it's great..." England murmured. He collapsed in his seat and sighed. Kids these days. He was going to need a drink after this.
So, if anyone is writing that Boss Reaction, I'd love to see it! :)
Sincerely,
SausageMahoney98/Fagan
