A/N: Well, here it is. I still don't own Hetalia.

I begin to love this creature, and to anticipate her birth as a fresh twist to a knot, which I do not wish to untie.~ Mary Wollstonecraft

Germany had known what Italy's reaction would be, but she's still almost knocked over by his hug.

"Ve, Germany, that's magnifico!" They are sitting on the steps of a townhouse in Venice, watching the gray streets go by. The sun presses against their skin.

Germany is already starting to love this baby. She hadn't been prepared to, but it's grown on her, this tiny person who is half Italy and half her.

But she's still worried about raising the child. She isn't exactly a maternal person. Will she be able to show the child how much loves it?

She's scared. It comes down to that. She's scared of being a parent and of having a child and of everything that comes with it. She's more scared than she's been in a long time, and in a way, more than she's ever been.

Italy isn't scared yet, or if he is, he's hiding it.

Italy has now put a hand over her stomach and is talking to the baby. "And when you get here, I'll teach you to cook, and your mama can teach you to march. And Romano and Prussia can teach you to grow tomatoes and to be awesome."

Germany almost tells Italy that the baby can't hear him, but there's something soothing about listening to him, so she doesn't. She leans back and lets the warm afternoon sun lull her to sleep as she listens to Italy's voice rising and falling.

THIS IS A LINE A Line a line

Denmark leans against the wall and wonders why a supposedly instant pregnancy test is taking so long.

He really wants to be in there with Norway, but she wouldn't even let him in, telling him he would be annoying enough in the hallway.

The door opens, and Denmark whirls around. Almost smiling, Norway holds out the positive test.

A/N: Random Question: When will Um get her act together and post at a reasonable hour?

Answer: Next week. I hope.