Chapter ten:

A/N: Well, lately, I have been getting into the Hunger Games, and I gotta say I'm absolute in love with the series! It started because I saw the movie, but then I was reading the books(i have yet to read the last one, poo..) but so far it is epically awesome! I'm working on a fanfiction for it(which is how i know when I absolute love a series!) so between this ff, the hunger games one(which I have yet to name I'm coming up with ocs as we speak), Criminal, and bittersweet memories, this is going to take awhile to compete. Plus I'm creating little one shots for Italia to fill in some time skips that will happen later in the story, but those will be a complete spin-off from baby mine. I might post some up when I'm done with this story, but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, enough of my ramblings. You're here for my story. So here it is~~! Enjoy

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Hetalia

"Ok, so first you gotta knead the dough like this."Italy said as he began kneading the squishy dough in his hands. Italia looked intensely at how he worked his fingers through the white dough. "The, you gotta pat it out. Pat, pat, pat."He began patting it out, sending white flour everywhere. Italia giggled, and moved away from the white, puffy cloud. Italy smiled at her."Then once it's all patted out, we add sauce like this."Italy began sprinkling some red sauce over the dough."Then some cheese."He added some cheese to the sauce."Then, some pepperoni, and that's it~! Then, once all that is done, we put it in the oven to bake."That being said, he stuck the pizza in the oven, and then walked back to the kid, picking her up.

"What now, Itawy?"She questioned, looking at him. Italy though for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Well, let's go see what Prussia's doing."Italy said softly, nuzzling the child. He would never get over the fact how fast she was developing.

"He watching TV."Italia whined. She didn't want to see Prussia at the moment. Italy sighed, and rubbed against Italia's head.

"Well, let's go take a siesta."Italy offered, leading the child to his bedroom.

The two always took Italy's regular daily nap together. So, Italy had planned no different that same day. However, it seemed, Italia had other plans. She couldn't sleep, and was intent on making sure that Italy got no sleep either.

"Up, Itawy, up!"She squealed out happily as she attempted to pull him up by the collar of his white shirt. Italy groaned, and threw an arm over his eyes.

"Ve~~ aren't you tired?"He asked tiredly as he yawned. Italia frowned, and shook her head, making her ringlets slap against her face.

"No, Itawy. Up, Up."She whined, pulling him up again. Venezaino yawned, and opened his eyes, and looked at Italia through sleepy irises.

"No, Italia, no up. It's time for a nap."As if to add empathize he yawned, and closed his eyes again. Italia frowned, and let go of his collar, and crossed her arms.

"No fun Itawy."She whined, pouting."You wazy."She said with a smile, poking his nose. Italy scrunched up his nose, which made Italia giggle again."Oh, Itawy wazy!"She giggled, poking his nose again. Italy had the same reaction as before, and turned over on his side, his arm was around Italia so she didn't fall over, and hurt herself. Italia frowned, but didn't say anything as she heard Italy softly snoring."I wove you Itawy."She said softly, hugging him gently, and kissing his check before walking out of the door, and into the hallway.

Once in the hallway, she looked around a bit confusedly, and then turned to the right, and walked into the living room. She walked to the couch, and looked up at Prussia, who had his head hung to one side, and his eyes closed in sleep. Italia frowned unhappily. Was everyone being lazy, and sleeping? She whined, and putting her hands on the sofa, trying to pull her way up, and watch TV. Gilbert stirred, and shook his head as he awoke from his slumber. He looked at the struggling child.

"You want up?"He questioned, raising an eyebrow. Italia nodded, making little grunts as she struggled to get up. Prussia smirked, and bent over to help her up."Aright, there."Prussia looked up at the screen, and then back at her. Italia's blue-green eyes were fixed on the moving mouse as he flew a plane. The former nation smiled, and settled himself into the couch."You like Mickey Mouse Lil Awesome? Good, I'll make a note of that for later."He closed his eyes as he spoke sleepily, his head thumped against the armrest. Italia glanced, and at him, and smiled. She scooted closer to him, and snuggled against his side. She took his hand, and gently began rubbing it as she sucked on the tip of her thumb lightly, and laid down as she watched the black and white screen. Prussia cracked open an eye, and smiled proudly at the child before falling back asleep.

Italia remained on the couch a few more moments before she got bored of watching the TV, but she didn't move from Gilbert's side. It wasn't very often they had the chance to spend time together. Though, in time, Germany came out of his study, and smiled slightly at Italia. Italia's eyes brightened when she saw Germany.

"Germany!"She yelled out, holding out her arms to be picked up by him. Of course the former general gave in, and picked up the child.

"Hmm, you bored little one?"He asked, she nodded, and wound her tiny finger into his jacket's pocket. She looked into his eyes, icy, emotionless blue eyes meeting sparkling, bright, lively. ocean-blue eyes. She cooed, and then put her head against his chest, closing her eyes. Germany sighed, and patted her back, knowing she was ready for a nap."Why didn't you take a nap with Italy?"He questioned. Italia yawned, and shrugged.

"Not sweepy."She said with a yawn. Germany sighed, and shook his head gently.

"And are you tired now?"He asked as he gently nudged open the door to her room. Italia grunted, and shook her head against Germany's chest.

"Noo, not sweepy."She whined, but shut her eyes, and drifted off into a sound sleep.

Germany sighed as he laid her down in her bed, and looked at her a moment longer. It amazed him slightly that when Italia wasn't raising hell, she was actually kinda pretty. Especially when she was sleeping. With another sigh, he shook his head, and grabbed a chair to sit next to the sleeping child. She hates it when she wakes up alone...

Sometime later, Italy was holding Italia, bouncing her on his knee, while he waited for his fratello to come to the house.

"Itawy why Rowano cowing ober?"She asked gently with curiously, her fingers playing with his hair, always careful to avoid his curl.

"Because he's my brother, and we need to hang out."

"Why?"She asked, smiling slightly. She loved playing the why game with Venezaino.

"Because siblings should get along."He answered, already knowing where she was going with this.

"Why?"She asked in a sing-song voice.

"Because family should learn to love each other, and get along."

"Why?" Italy sighed, and shook his head.

"Because at the end of the day, family is all you have, so we minus well get along with each other."He answered tersely. He hated the why stage. And with this child, it could continue on for hours...Or until she got bored with it.

"Why?"She asked, rocking back and forth on his knee.

"Because God said so."Italy said with a bit of a smile. He hoped that would quill the child's whying.

"Why?"She asked, smiling wider. She loved the why game.

"Because God is all powerful, and knows what's best for us."He said simply.

"Why?"She asked.

"Because God created everything around us."He said again, he was starting to get a bit annoyed by her constant whying.

"Why?"She asked again, giggling.

"Because he wanted to create a beautiful world."He said again.

"Why?"

"I don't know."He said, throwing in the towel. Italia giggled.

"Why?"

"I don't know why I don't know."He said with a shrug.

"Why?"She asked again, giggling.

"I'm not God, I don't know everything."He said again.

"Itawy, can we go outbide and pway?"

"I have to wait for Fratello."Italy said simply. Italia frowned slightly.

"Why?"She asked simply, her voice pouting.

"Because Fratello won't wait for me."Italy said with an eye roll.

"Why?"She asked, tilting her head.

"Because Fratello is not patient."He said simply, sighing. How long would this game continue? He hoped not long.

"Why?"

"I don't know."Italy said simply. He looked out the window, and smiled in relief. His brother had finally appeared!"Look, Italia, Fratello's here."Italy said excitedly, pointing out his brother. Italia's eyes grew wide, and she giggled at the said person's current appearance.

"Rowano's fat!"Italy giggled out. Italy looked from her giggling face, to Romano. Well, his brother did look...Larger than usual, but it wasn't form the "fatness" Italia had childishly called it, but from something else. Something more "natural", something happy...

"He's not fat."Italy corrected with a smile. Italy looked at him confusedly.

"Why? His tummy all big!"She said aloud. Italy shook his head. Now wasn't the time for that kind of talk just yet...

"It's not important."Italy said gently as he sat the child down on the ground, and walked to the door to meet his brother.

As soon as the door was opened, Romano glared his hand protectively over his stomach.

"Say anything, or mention this to anyone and I swear I'll kill you idiot." Romano spat out. Italy opened his mouth to say something, but was cut short by an excited squeal, which came from Italia. She hugged Romano, and smiled up at him.

"Hi Rowano!" She yelled out in excitement, hugging his legs tighter. Lovino stiffened, and looked down at the child with an expression that said he was less than happy about her touching him.

"When the hell did this little demon learn to talk?" Romano yelled out, trying to pry the child off of his legs. Italy laughed a bit uneasily, and gently tugged Italia away from his brother's legs.

"Well, you know how fast she develops." Italy said through nervous laughter as if that were to explain everything.

"Rowano why you so fat? Why are you here? How did you get here? Where Espania?" She asked in a fast tone, getting ready to ask more questions when Italy covered her mouth to shut her up.

"She's been very chatty today." Italy said as if that excused her behavior. Of course, in Romano's mind, it didn't. He glared at the smiling child, as if daring her with his eyes to ask more questions.

"She. Called. Me. Fat."Romano said slowly, clearly showing his anger at the small comment.

"Weww you are!"She yelled out, snapping her head from Italy's grasp.

"I'm not fat you damn brat. I'm..I'm…."Suddenly he got too shy to say the last part out loud, his face blushing.

"Pregnant?"His brother offered, but shrank back as his brother glared at him. Italia looked confusedly between the two brothers.

"What's that mean?" Italia asked, looking between the two. Romano looked at her, and shook his head slightly.

"It's nothing."Romano said softly, rubbing the child's breath. Suddenly, he jerked his hand back, and looked at his brother with a slight, annoyed glare."Where's Kraut breath?"Romano said angrily. Italy froze, and then shrugged.

"Umm-"Italia began pulling at his sleeve. Italy looked at her with a curious look.

"Gerwany went out with Prussia." She said in a soft whisper, looking at Romano with soft eyes.

"Well, then, you won't have a problem telling the Potatoe Bastard that we'll be out. now will you?" Romano sneered at the child, smirking slightly. Italia frowned, and stuck out her tongue to the older brother.

"No, Fratello, we can't leave her here by herself. She should come with us." Venezaino suggested, getting a hold of Italia's hand. Romano scowled again.

"Fine, whatever. Get her ready, and come out when you're ready. Don't keep me waiting either, you damn idiot." Romano said as he sat on the couch. Italy smiled down at Italia, and then picked her up as he walked her to her room.

Italy had set the child down in the crib as he began getting her some clothes, and other things.

"A bi bo~goccia di limone,~goccia d'arancia,~o che mal di pancia~! Punto rosso, punto blu,~esci fuori proprio tu~! (1) Vee~~ and we'll need this too~." Italy sang out, getting diapers. Italia tilted her head slightly, smiling.

"Itawy, what you singing?" Italia asked softly. Italy looked at her, and smiled slightly.

"It's an old lullaby. It teaches you how to count!"Italia giggled slightly, and then went back to playing with a toy she had found in her crib. Italy smiled at her, and then felt his phone buzz slightly. He froze for a second, looking at Italia, and then quickly pulled it out.

Hey, West lost his phone so he told me to tell you to cancel the plans you have with your brother, and send him home. We missed the meeting AGAIN! So now somebody's coming over to "talk" to us. Apparently, they think something is "wrong" with us. So, be ready. Oh, and make sure Italia is in her bed before they come. West thinks something bad will happen if they find out about her. I doubt it, but it's best not cross West today. He seems more focused and serious than usual, and that's saying something. Anyways, just do what I just sent you. We'll be home in a few...Whatever.

~Awesome me

Italy sighed heavily as he read the text, and then shut his phone. He looked over at Italia, who was busy playing with her stuffed cat.

"I'll be back."Italy told Italia as he walked out of the room. Italia looked at him, and waved with a smile before she went back to playing with her toy.

So, as one could imagine, Romano wasn't happy about the canceled plans. He had cleared his entire schedule for that day, just so he could hang out with his younger brother. He didn't have to do that, and now the idiot was just cancelling their plans? Just like that? What the fuck?

"Aww, c'mon Romano~! Don't be mad! We can always do something some other time. Besides, it must be important if Germany made me cancel the plans."He left out the part about missing the meeting, and now America and Britain where coming over to "talk" to Italy and Germany. After all, if Romano knew about that, then Italy would never get him to leave.

Romano closed his eyes in annoyance, and sighed heavily as he rose up from the couch, his hands over his stomach.

"That's ok. I got better things to do than be in this damn place hanging out with you anyways." Romano growled out as he walked out past his brother, and out the door. Venezaino watched his brother leave until he could no longer see him, and then went back into Italia's room.

"Hey, Italia, watcha doing?" He cooed, and smiled slightly when she looked at him, and beamed.

"I pwaying with kitty."Italia held up her stuffed cat. Italy smiled, and sat beside her on the crib.

"Vee~ Why don't you go to sleep?" She pursed her lips, and tilted her head.

"Why?"She asked.

"Because all good girls need sleep, and you are a good girl right?" Italia nodded slightly."Well, lay down, and go to sleep."

"But I don't wanna."She whined. Italy sighed heavily, and flipped his phone open as he received another text.

Is she asleep yet? It was a text from Prussia. Again.

No, she's being difficult.

Better get her to sleep soon, Italy. You know who, said they weren't far from the house and we're in the driveway.

Maybe I could leave her in here. After all, she didn't mind it when I left her alone to go talk to Romano. There wasn't a text back, so he assumed that they had walked in. Italia looked at Italy, her eyes searching his own amber eyes.

"Itawy what goin on?"She asked gently, rubbing her cat's ears. Italy smiled, and looked at her.

"Stay in here, ok. Germany, Prussia, and I have some visitor's that will be very angry with us if they were to find out about you."Italia tilted her head slightly, and jutted out her lips.

"But, I don't want to be alone."Italy shook his head. He didn't like it, but he had to be tough with her if he was going t get any progress.

"Well, I have to go now."Italy said as he walked out of her door. Italia frowned, but didn't do anything. She was beginning to get the sense that they were keeping something from her, and she didn't like it one bit.

After a bit of being alone, Italia was getting annoyed. So, like she had before, she simply slid the side of the crib down, and walked out carefully. She made sure not to make a noise as she pushed open her door, and tentvily walked out into the hallway. She couldn't hear anything, but the closer she got to the living room, the louder she could hear voices. Not just those belonging to Ludwig, Venezaino, and Gilbert, but also three unfamiliar voices. She got to a corner just outside the living room, and peered out with curious green-blue eyes. She studied the three unfamiliar men that were talking to her family. They were somebody she'd never seen before, but who could they possibly be?

A/n: So, I know what I said would happen didn't exactly happen in this chapter, but like I siad, I've been boggled down with so much! -_-; I haven't really had time to update much on this site, but if you go to devainart account(ItalyFangirl1) there's more updates there, and they're usually faster. Anyways, Sorry if this chapter wasn't exactly up to expection. I have so much going on. Anyways, what's in store for the next chapter? Well, the men are people who should be easy to guess from descrpition. And here's a spoiler alert:One of the three men is her dad. Anyways, enjoy the next part! And let me know what you all think! Hasta La Pasta~!