Hiya! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! Here it is anyway...

Chapter 10

"Okay," America said slowly. "You all agreed to an interrogation…" She paused. She honestly didn't know where she was going from here.

"And," Canada spoke up from behind her "agreed to answer these questions we have here. Write your name on the top of a piece of paper and write your answer next to each number."Canada forcefully shoved the paper into America's hands. America raised an eyebrow.

"So. Here goes nothing. The first question is…" America squinted at the illegibly scrawled ruins on the sheet of paper. A moment later, her eyebrow twitched again. It was her handwriting.

"Did you go to America's Fourth of July Birthday Party?" She asked. This is stupid she thought. I already asked this question.

"Seriously?!" A few nations exclaimed. "I already answered this question!"

"Quiet down dudes. Write your answer on your paper."

After seeing all the pens drop onto the table she asked the next question: "Do you remember seeing America at her party?"

Pens scratched on paper.

"Do you know what you were doing at her party? Not hypothetically." America added.

"What kind of creepy questioning is this…" Romano muttered

"It's supposed to be 'creepy' and personal." Canada said accusingly. "The point of this is to find out something personal. That's why we're writing the answers instead of saying them all verbally."

"Right…" Romano said tightly. The sarcasm was thick, but he said no more.

"Okay." America said, clapping her hands together to regain everyone's attention. Seeing she had it, she plowed on. "Were you drunk at her party?"

More than half the nation's present sighed. A few nations lingered over their paper, as if unsure of their answer. Eventually, they all wrote something.

"Last question, do you have good relations with America?"

"What do you mean by good? Do you mean like 'happy to spend time with you' good, or 'not at war with you' good?" China asked.

"Uh…Either works." America replied. "The question is really just asking if you think you were around me at my party or not."

"Oh." Papers began to collect by America's hand. She kept them face down so no one would see who wrote them though.

After fourteen sheets were in her hand, one for each nation who had participated in the questioning, America and Canada went outside the meeting room to discuss the results.

Outside the meeting room America slumped into one of the orange chairs in Italy's living room. Away from the rest of the nations, she let her tiredness show.

"You don't get much sleep lately do you?" Canada asked, momentarily distracted.

America shook her head. "Morning sickness" she muttered.

Canada nodded sympathetically. As America's pregnancy continued, she was become increasingly more worn down. America handed the papers in her hand to Canada. Her silent plea for help was granted, and Canada took the papers from her.

A few minutes passed. Canada shuffled through each of the papers, and carefully took notes in red ink on each. America didn't know what he was circling, but she did know that it would help her later.

At the five minute mark, America was brought out of her nap by a light chuckle Canada gave.

"What?" America asked.

"Iceland didn't even go to your party."

"Oh." America said. "Why is he here then?"

"I have no idea. I guess Germany can make a mistake after all."

America smiled sleepily at that. "So everyone else came to my Fourth of July party then?"

"Yeah…" Canada said. "I'm surprised England went. I don't remember him being there. Actually now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen him at your Fourth of July party."

"True. It is a little weird that he supposedly only came this year. Maybe he finally got over the Revolution." she said bitterly. "Well, there's a first for everything. Are you sure he came to my party though? It could be a mistake…"

"He wrote so on the paper. I trust him. I'll go with his word."

America looked skeptically at him. "I'm not sure… if I trust him though." she said slowly.

Canada shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I won't rule him off just for that."

They dropped off into silence after that. Canada knew that talking about England was a sensitive topic for his sister. Thinking about the older nation that took care and looked after her brought both America and Canada back to Revolutionary times.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, America said "I don't think he did it. I doubt he was even at my party"

Inside the meeting room, the rest of the nations were having a discussion of their own.

"Since we're all men here," Prussia said "I'll put it bluntly. Who fucked her?"

"We've been over this before Prussia" Germany shouted. One of his hands was over his face. "I speculate that the man who impregnated America doesn't even know that he did so. That's why we're having this meeting."

"Right…" Prussia said slyly. "Either that or he doesn't have the guts to say it in front of her face! Now, who fucked her?!"

His open mouthed exclamation was greeted by silence.

"I'm leaving." Iceland said. No one stopped him. Greenland got up after him and left the room also.

"I don't even know why they were here" Germany sighed.

"Well at least it narrows it down a little bit." Britain said.

"Of course!" France said, immediately agreeing with the brit.

"Shut up!" Britain shouted, punching France in the jaw.

"Ouch! That really hurt! Do you really hate me that much Angleterre?" France whimpered, nursing his bruised jaw.

"YES!"

There skirmishing faded into the background as Japan asked the next question. "So Germany-san, you invited us all here because you thought we might have…impregnated America-san?"

"…yes"

"Um…I don't believe that I did."

"Okay," Germany said. "I'm not accusing you or anything, but why do you say that?"

"Because," Japan said. "I did not become intoxicated at her Birthday Party. I remember clearly everything that I was doing. Well, as clearly as I can remember an event that happened four months ago."

Germany sat shocked for a second. Then he asked "Do you remember what some of the other nations were doing?"

Japan thought for a moment. "I remember what a few of the nations were doing, yes. Not many of them, only those around me."

"...Genial (1)…"

Back in Italy's living room, America and Canada had determined that that father of America's child was not Germany, Italy, Spain or Romano. They had all been drunk, and had done you-know-what with each other, respectively.

"I can't believe that they wrote that down" Canada breathed. "I'm scarred for life. Don't read their paper's America…"

"Don't worry!" America said bewilderedly "I wasn't planning on it. Plus, I see enough porn daily. It's an occupation I'm used to. "

Silence

"…so, Germany and Italy are together? I don't remember them being a couple! So cute! They're hiding it well- I mean Germany is, not Italy."

"Yeah…" Canada said breathlessly. He still looked shocked.

"At least now we know that Romano has a heart. Deep down inside behind his bastard of a soul. I'll keep in mind that tomatoes are his secret weakness…"

"Sure America…sure"

Author's Note: That was kind of fun to write! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. If you're in high school you know why this week sucks. Also, don't hate me for...? Anything really. Reviews and awesome and much appreciated. I discovered the gloriousness of college humor (YouTube) and have been watching a lot lately. lol (love Dora the Explorer and Google Earth!)

Also if you don't know 'genial' (1) means awesome in German.

See ya next chapter!