Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

Prussia started writing in a blank book, while humming to himself. Canada was being taught by Dieter. He had no idea where Germany, or America were, exactly, but he didn't think much about it. He knows that America was with Germany, and that's what was important.

'I hope he feels better, today.' He thought to himself. 'And I hope that they finally found out what-' That thought was cut off, when Germany walked in, while carrying America. "H-Holy crap!" He set the book down, and stood up. "What happened? Do you know what it is, now?"

"He just got tired. He's probably hungry, but I'm going to let him sleep, right now. And yes, we know what has been making him sick, now. I'll explain, after I send him to bed." Germany started walking away.

"Oh... Alright." Prussia was worried. 'Why can't he just tell me now?' He wondered if hearing it, would make him yell, and wake America up. Though, it wasn't like nations could die from a disease.

Germany walked back inside of the room. He sighed, and scratched the back of his neck. "Um..." He wasn't sure how to start.

"Well? What is it? Why do you look so nervous?"

Germany opened his mouth, and closed it again. He cleared his voice, and looked down at the floor. "Um... I... Guess, that... That you're going to be a brother in-law, as well as an uncle."

Prussia stared at him for a moment. "Wh... What?"

"The mage I hired said that some male nations have a uterus. America is one of those nations. She found an infant, inside of him, meaning that he's pregnant."

Prussia sat back down, and tangled his fingers together. "Alright. What the hell is seriously wrong with him? Why would you tell me something like that?"

"Because it's true. I'm going to be a father, meaning that you're going to be an uncle. He's going to be a mother, and he's going to be my wife."

He stared at his brother's face. "Oh fuck. You're fucking serious about this. This... You're... Shit... Fuck! I invited Spain and France over, to meet Canada, and America, but... What now?! What are we going to do?!"

"Again, we are going to be getting married. I bought a few books on pregnancy, and I'm getting a lot of different food shipped over here by carriage. He's going to be treated as my wife. 'Not my slave."

"And you're keeping it?"

Germany shot a look of disbelief towards Prussia. "Yes, I'm keeping it!"

Prussia held his hands up. "Woah! Okay! I'm sorry for offending you!"

Germany sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out from this, and if I'm stressed out, than what will that make America? I already know that stress isn't good for the baby. I'm really trying not to show it, aruond America, but... I'm... I'm going to be a father. I can't just let it be killed off! It's my child! I don't think I could ever forgive myself, if anything happened to it!"

Prussia rested his head against his hand. "So, after the child is born, America's life will be...?"

"How do you think? We'll be parents. I'm not going to go back to hurting him, and making him do what I want him to do. I said that everything will be different, and I meant that it will be different, forever."

"What about Spain and France? Will I have to tell them that they can't see America? I mean, that's okay. I just don't know what to do."

"That's his choice. If he wants to meet your weird... Though, saying that feels like I'm under exaggerating. But, weird, friends of yours, than he may."

Prussia smiled softly, all of a sudden. "Hey, America."

Germany's eyes widened, and he turned around. America was using the wall, to keep him balanced. "What are you doing, out of bed?!"

"I'm hungry. You said that I can have whatever I need, and I need food."

"Y-Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" Germany was hoping that America didn't hear what he told Prussia about him, being nervous about the baby. "What do you want?"

"Um... I want... Damn it..." America stared at the ceiling. "Pa... Patatoes?"

Germany smiled. "We have plenty of potatoes. We always do. Do you want them cooked in a certain way?"

"No thanks. Um... But um... How about milk? I mean, do you have any?"

"Yes. We'll be having much more food, in a little bit." Germany led America to the dining area. Dieter, and Canada were still there. "I'll be right back." He kissed America's cheek, before leaving.

"A-Are you okay?" Canada asked.

America's eyes widened. "Um, uh..." He looked away.

"Hey, yeah. How are you doing, America? I haven't been able to teach you anything! We can start now, if you want."

"I... I dunno." He almost started crying.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Germany came back, with the promised food, and glass of milk. America looked up at him. "I, um... They want to know..."

Germany sighed. "Well, they're going to find out, sometime."

"Y-You won't leave, after you tell them, will you?"

Germany smirked, for a second. "Not if you don't want me to leave. Um..." He sighed, again. "America's is fine. He's just... He's pregnant."

They were pretty quiet for a while, minus America's chewing. Dieter eventually started stuttering. "H-How?! He's... A man!"

"He's a male nation. Some of them can get pregnant." Canada's silence was worrying him. "Canada, you should be safe. You haven't been sick, like America, have you? We can get you check, real quick, if you want. Otherwise, we can wait until after your language lesson."

Canada didn't say anything, still. Germany could tell that he was thinking, though. "Where's Prussia..?"

"I... I'll just get Marina, after America's done eat..." America pushed the clean plate, and empty glass, away. "Well, I guess, right now." He stood up, so he could help America stand up, as well. "Unless you need something else?" He looked down at America, who shook his head.

"I'm okay, for now. Should um... Should I stick around, for the language lesson, though? I mean, since I'm here, and I'm feeling okay, right now."

"I... I'm sorry, America. I don't think I'll be able to focus on lessons, right now." Dieter said, truthfully. America nodded.

"I understand." America stood up, and started following Germany. He didn't know what else he should do. He knew that he could talk to Prussia, who, no doubt, has some questions. "May I talk to Prussia?" He asked.

"What about?"

America looked at the floor. "You know, about the... Pregnancy. I'm sure he has a lot of questions. I'm sure I can't answer a whole lot, but I can try. Plus, it's something to do, while you're getting Marina."

"Alright. If you want. I'm sure he'll like to talk to you, too."

America smiled. "Thank you." He ran off, to see Prussia. "Um, hey, Prussia..?"

Prussia looked up at America from his, still mostly blank, book. "Yeah?"

America sighed. "Um... Do you want to talk? I mean, do you have any questions? I'll answer what I can."

"Um, yeah. Um..." Prussia stood up. "Sit down! I'll just move the other seat, so we're closer to each other."

America sat down in Prussia's chair. "Thank you..."

"Alright, so..." Prussia cleared his voice. "So, um, you're... Pregnant, huh?"

"I guess so..."

"And... And you're okay with that? I mean... You don't have to answer that, if you don't want to."

"No, it's alright. Um... I don't really... I mean, I'm scared. I don't know what to do. The only good thing that's coming from this, is that Germany's been treating me much better, already, ever since we found out this morning. This child is saving me from a life of pain, and I'm happy for that... I just don't really know what to do, exactly."

"So then... What about Canada..?"

"Germany's getting the mage he hired right now, to check."

"What are you feelings, on becoming the wife, of the person who did this to you, by force? I mean, yeah, I understand why he would want to do this, but... I mean... No. Never mind. I won't make you think about that. I'm sorry."

"I don't want to be his wife..." America started crying.

Prussia started panicking, a little. "N-No! Don't cry! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry, for making you cry!"

"What did you do?!" Germany snapped. Prussia jumped (though he would never admit it) and stood up from his seat.

"I didn't mean to! And, dammit, can't you like, not sneak up on me, next time, or something? Canada's not pregnant, is he?"

"Answer my question, first!"

America stood up, and walked towards Germany. "It's okay. It's not his fault. He's just worried about me. Um... Is Canada pregnant? Or can he get that way?"

Germany sighed. "I don't know, yet. Marina's checking that right now. I was thinking that Prussia would want to hear the news right away, from her."

"Oh, alright..." Prussia stood up, and followed Germany to the dining area, where Canada was, still. He saw the woman's hand on Canada's stomach. "So... Am I gonna be a daddy?" He asked.

Marina pulled away, and shook her head. "Nope. He doesn't have a uterus, like America does. Like I said before, though- a male nation with a uterus, is kind of rare."

Prussia sighed in relief. "Okay... That makes sense, I guess. I mean, he would be sick, like America, if he was pregnant. Still, it's nice to know that there WON'T be a chance of it, ever happening to Canada."

"Well, we could have removed a uterus, if there was one. "We," being the doctor, Dominik, and I, but I guess we don't need to."

"I guess not. Though, I'm still going to be an uncle. The most awesome one in the world, at that." He smiled. "I'll do anything I can, to help out."

"S... So will I!" Canada said.

"Thank you." America said. He started getting tired, again. "I think I'm going to go back to bed."

"I'll walk you to bed." Germany offered. America nodded, and let himself be lead into the bedroom by Germany.