Yay, another chapter! This one is super short compared to the last three chapters. Not even 3,000 words. I think this might even be the shortest chapter in this fic. Oh well, it's still an awesome chapter.

Disclaimer Time:

I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters mentioned. Wish I did though...

While eating my Mac 'N Cheese, I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I had been home for about an hour and was starting to really worry about Gilbert. He hadn't called, texted, or anything. But I guess no news is good news. Which meant he wasn't in a ditch or something. The blinds on the bay window were still open and I could see the snow, swirling around in the light of the streetlamp. It looked like it didn't have any plans of stopping anytime soon.

Sighing, I turned the TV on and the show 'Cheaters' was just starting. I watched it for a few minutes, until they confronted the cheater and all the yelling and overall drama was about to make my head explode. It made me think about all the drama at Matt and Al's birthday party. And the slight drama before the party…

It was the second of July and that meant one thing: Matt and Al's joint birthday pool party. Mattie's actual birthday was the day before and we all went out to dinner. We were planning to do the same thing on the fourth for Al's birthday, but we're also going to shoot of some fireworks because it happened to be Independence Day.

While Gilbert was working on the brakes of my car, I was dancing around the house to Katy Perry's 'Hot 'N Cold' as I neatened everything up. I was in the kitchen, sorting through all the mail, when a letter from Gilbert's bank caught my eye. And being the curious/nosy person I am, I pulled the letter out of the open envelop and read it. It was a notice letting Gilbert know he had been approved for a sixty-five thousand dollar loan. My jaw dropped to the floor. 65,000 dollars? What the fuck did he need that kind of money for? More importantly, why hadn't he told me? But before I could let that sink in and get mad, I heard the unmistakable clank of a metal tool being thrown down and Gilbert growling.

"Gott verdammt, frau," I heard him yell, his voice getting closer. "These brake pads are completely shot! I'm surprised they were working at all. You need to pay better attention to your car."

"Gilbert?" I calmly whispered as I turned to face him. He was standing in the doorway that led out to the garage, all sweaty and covered in brake dust, holding a brake pad in each hand. It was positively drool worthy. 'Don't get distracted,' I told myself.

"Was?" he asked, raising a confused eyebrow.

"Could you please tell me why you need 65,000 dollars?" I asked, trying my best not get mad. "And please, for the love of God, don't lie to me."

"Why'd you read my mail?"

"Don't avoid the question."

"It's…" he hesitated. "… a surprise…"

"A surprise?" I asked, raising my own confused and skeptical eyebrow. "A 65,000 dollar surprise?"

"I know, I know," Gilbert said quickly, as he sat the dirty brake pads down on my gleaming countertop. "You don't believe me. But seriously, it really is a surprise."

"Is this a personal or business loan?" I asked, remembering his farfetched idea of opening a beer garden.

"If I told you that, it'd totally give it away." And that right there told me it did have something to do with the beer garden thing. "Just please, trust me on this, okay?"

I stood there, staring at him for a few seconds before speaking. 'Trust is key in a relationship,' I reminded myself. 'You need to trust him.'

"Against my better judgment, I'm going to trust you on this," I said as Gilbert sighed in relief. "But if this has something to do with one of your half-witted schemes and it fails, I'll hurt you."

"Deal," he said, flashing his trademark grin. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed the brake pads, and headed back into the garage.

I scowled at the back of his head as he walked away. I wonder if Ludwig knows anything about this. I bet he does. I mean, they're brothers.

"Oh and spatzi," I heard Gilbert call from the garage. "Don't even bother asking Ludwig about it either. He's been sworn to secrecy."

Well damn. "What are you, a mind reader?" I mumbled as I cleaned the spot where the brake pads were.

An hour later, we were heading to Al's in Gilbert's car. Mine was still jacked up, sitting in our garage because Gilbert didn't have time to finish working on it. As we pulled up in front of the house, I saw Al, Kayla, Kaleb, and Lilli standing in the front yard, surrounded by Mattie, Vash, and about a dozen other people. Alfred and Kaleb looked like they were arguing about something.

"What's going on?" Gilbert asked as we got out of the car.

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't look good," I answered as I slammed the car door shut and hurried over to them.

"I don't believe this," Kaleb yelled at Al. "How long has this been going on?"

"Not long," Kayla answered. "I don't understand why you're acting like this."

"He's my best friend, Kayla!" Kaleb yelled at her. "You're not supposed to date your brothers best friend."

Wait, what? Kayla and Al are dating? When the hell did that happen?

"And you're dating my best friend, but you don't see me getting all pissed and acting like a total asshole," she snapped back at him. Kaleb and Lilli are dating too? The fuck?

"So you can do it," Alfred said to Kaleb. "But she can't. That's a double standard, bro. And it kinda makes you a hypocrite."

"Fuck you," Kaleb spat at him.

"Whoa whoa whoa," I yelled, stepping in between them. "That's enough. Y'all need to chill the fuck out. This is a party."

"Stay out of this, Ren," Kaleb growled at me. "This is none of your concern."

"Like hell, it isn't," I shouted back. "You're my brother and she's my sister. I don't care who's dating who. You should just be happy that she's found someone. Kayla obviously seems to be happy for you."

"But she's with my best friend!" Kaleb screeched.

"And you're with hers!" I roared back. "So what's your fucking problem?"

"He went back on his word," Kaleb said quietly. "Alfred said he would never date either one of my sisters. And he tried for years to get with you, Ren, but it never happened. So since he didn't get you, he went after my twin."

"All that went out the window the minute you started seeing Lilli," Alfred said.

And then, without any warning at all, Kaleb launched himself at Al. They both fell backwards to the ground and, before Gilbert and Matt could separate them, Kaleb succeeded in bloodying Al's nose.

"Kaleb, you need to leave," I said as he freed himself from Gilbert's grip.

"I was just leaving anyway," he glared at me. "C'mon Lilli."

"I'm sorry," Lilli whispered to Kayla before following Kaleb.

After they were gone, I had Gilbert usher everybody into the backyard while I went inside with Kayla and Al. After we sat him down at the kitchen table, I grabbed a couple paper towels and held them up to his nose.

"Tilt you head back. It'll help stop the bleeding. Then I can check to make sure it's not broken." Then I turned to Kayla. "What the hell was all that about?"

"I think it's pretty clear what just happened," she mumbled sourly, cutting her eyes at me.

"Don't take that tone with me," I glared back. "How long has this been going on?"

"Al and I had our first date when you were in Germany."

"Really? And what about Kaleb and Lilli?"

"Since around St. Patrick's Day, I think."

"How did I not know about this?" I asked as I pulled the paper towels away from Alfred's nose. It was still bleeding a little, so put them back in place.

"You had your own stuff going on. We didn't want to bother you with it," she shrugged.

I rolled my eyes at her. "I don't care what's going on in my life. This is something I should've known about."

"I realize that now."

A few silent minutes passed before Al's nose finally stopped bleeding.

"Well," I said as I poked and prodded his nose. "It doesn't appear to be broken, so that's good. But don't be surprised if you wake up with a black eye or two tomorrow."

"How do you know so much about stuff like this?" Alfred asked as he stood up.

"Been here, done this a couple times, remember?" I said as Al sighed and nodded his head.

"Simon," he said dully.

"Yep," I said as I clapped him on the back. "If you do have a black eye, take a couple Ibuprofens and put some ice, or really anything cold, on it to help with the swelling."

"Thanks, Ren," Alfred smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Now, let's get outside. You have a party to throw!"

And did Al know how to throw a party. We all acted as though the scene in the front yard never even happened. We ate, drank, and had a great time. I was thrown in the pool more than once by Gilbert and Mattie. And I may or not have pushed them both in a time or two as payback. So all in all, it was an awesome party. By the time Gilbert and I got home that night, we were both slightly sunburned, exhausted, and kind of buzzed.

"Oh my God. I'm so tired," I sighed as I plopped down on the couch. "But I smell like twice baked death, so I should prolly go take a shower."

"Yeah, me too," Gilbert smirked as he pulled me to my feet.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"We're going to take a shower."

"We?" I repeated

"Sure, it'll save water." Then he lifted me up and slung my over his shoulder. I chuckled as he hurried up the stairs, towards our bedroom.

About four weeks later, I started to come down with some sort of virus. I was lightheaded, always nauseated, and I got sick a few mornings. Another week went by and it got worse. I started every morning by rushing to the bathroom.

"Spatzi, are you okay?" Gilbert asked me one Saturday morning, through the bathroom door. He started to open the door, but I slammed it shut with my foot.

"Please don't come in here," I managed to get out before retching again.

"Maybe I should call in today?"

"No, go to work. I'll be fine," I said as I tried to get to my feet.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Call if you need me to come home, all right?"

"I will."

"I'll see you later. Love you," he said before walking away.

"Love you too," I mumbled, still trying to get to my feet. He was gone about five minutes before I was completely able to get to my feet. I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out. I looked in the medicine cabinet for something to take for the nausea, but didn't find anything. I went out to hallway and rummaged through the linen closet, but there wasn't anything in there either. But as I was shutting the door, a little pink box caught my eye. I cocked my head to the side as I stared at it and tried to remember the last time I needed it. And that was a little over a month ago, maybe. I ran back into the bedroom and checked the calendar on my phone. Ever since I was in high school, I always marked on the calendar the first and last days of my period. I gasped when I saw that it was a week late. I had never been late a day in my life. No, this cannot be happening. Gilbert and I are always so careful.

"Shit shit shit," I growled as scrolled through the contacts in my phone. No, I don't need to call Gil. It'll just freak him out. I don't want to tell him until I know for sure. I called Matt instead.

"Hello?"

"Matt, do you love me?"

"How many time do I have to answer this question? Yes, I love you."

"Good, cause I need you to come over. Like, right now," I said quickly.

"Is everything okay?" he asked anxiously.

"Um, I'm not sure. But on your way over, could you do me a huge favor and pick up a home pregnancy test?"

Thirty minutes later, I was pacing my bedroom while waiting for the results of the test.

"I swear, these have got to be the most agonizing two minutes of my life," I whispered.

"I know. But you need to try and calm down," Mattie said quietly. Then the timer on my phone went off and I just about jumped out of my skin.

"Oh my God. I don't even wanna go in there and look at it now."

"I'll go look," Matt sighed.

"Thanks." I held my breath as he walked into the bathroom.

"Uh, Ren?" I heard him call.

"Yeah?"

"You should probably come here."

I slowly walked into the bathroom and stood next to him. He held out the little stick out at me. I looked down and saw a little pink plus sign. And from reading the instructions that came with the test, that only meant one thing.

"I'm…pregnant...?"

Dun dun dun! Another cliffhanger! Is Ren really pregnant or is the test wrong, as they can be sometimes? Find out in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and please review. I love reviews. They make me a happy panda :D