Germany gulped. Italy came running down the hall towards the door.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I'm sorry. I forgot how much Romano hates you, and Spain was the first one I called to tell the news... Romano overheard and he started yelling, and I heard a door slam on the other end of the line, and-" Italy heard the pounding on the door. "~Ve! He's here!" Italy stood between Germany and the front door. "~Ve. I won't let him hurt you Doitsu!"
Prussia had been standing there in thought the whole time. He thought about how Romano hated him so much, then remembered that Herbert was in the living room alone, soundly sleeping through Romano's rage in his playpen. "I must save mein awesome son! His awesomeness must be preserved!" Prussia said as he ran to get his son. After Herbert was safely in his arms, Prussia went and hid in his basement bedroom.
Germany picked Italy up from in front of him and put him on the stairs. "Don't get between me and your brother. He may still try to get at me even if you are in front of me, and you might get hurt and lose ze baby." Germany took a deep breath and opened the front door. Romano came charging through the door at the German, a strong thread of obsenities flowing from his mouth.
"YOU DAMN, FUCKING POTATO EATING BASTARD! HOW DARE-A YOU GET-A MY LITTLE BROTHER PREGNANT!" The dark haired Italian screamed as he tried to hit the blond German in front of him. Germany stopped the man by placing his hand on the Italian's head.
"Look, getting your brother pregnant vas ze last thing I vas trying to do. I'm sorry that you're mad at me for it, but there's nothing ve can do about it now. Please stop being mad, and just be happy for your bruder." Germany tried not to yell. Italy started to move from the stairs. Germany shot him a look and Italy stayed put. Suddenly Germany felt less pressure pushing against his hand.
"Roma-chan! There you are!" Spain had come up behind Romano and embraced him in a tight hug, pulling him away from the German. The Spaniard looked at Germany, then at Italy. "Oh yeah, felicitaciones on the bebé. I can't wait until it's born!"
"Don't congratulate them you bastard! Italy being pregnant with that potato bastard's child isn't right." Romano growled as he started struggling, but Spain kept a firm grip on the enraged Italian.
"Oh, Roma-chan. Are you jealous? Did you want to have a bebé too?" Spain asked as he nuzzled Romano's neck. Germany had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of this.
"No I don't. You bastard..." Romano mumbled, throwing on his pout face.
Prussia popped his head out of the basement doorway. "Is it safe for the immense amount of awesome to come out? Has the violent one been stopped?" he askes, slowly coming out with a confused looking Herbert in his arms.
Germany looked at his older brother and nodded. "Ja, you should be safe. Spain's got a pretty good grip on him." Germany looked at the people in his hallway. "Could ve continue this in the living room? I haven't had the chance to sit down since I got home." Germany asked as he led everyone to his living room. Germany walked over to a leather armchair and plopped down into it. Italy let out a "~Ve!" and skipped over to Germany so he could climb into the German's lap. Romano was struggling to break free of Spain's grasp as the Spaniard sat them down on the couch. Prussia put Herbert back into his playpen and took a seat next to Spain on the couch.
Spain was the first to break the silence. "So, Germany, how did this happen anyway? I didn't know that you and Italy even had that kind of relationship going." Spain looked at the German, who proceeded to blush a deep red. Spain let out a chuckle. "You look like a tomato!" he said, causing the German to blush more.
"Erm.. actually I vas drunk vhen this happened. Apparently drunk enough to do things like sleep with Italy..." Germany said. The last statement processed in his mind for a second, but before he could say anything, Romano glared at Germany.
"What do you mean by 'drunk enough'? Is my brother not good enough or something a stupid like-a that?" The Italian growled.
"Nein! That's not vhat I meant by that at all! I just meant that I would have done that once ve vere closer... I mean a lot closer. Ve veren't even dating at the time!" Germany frantically tried to explain. "It vas during that really bad thunderstorm a couple months ago according to Italy."
Italy nodded. "~Ve! I was scared, and Doitsu came in to comfort me! He was being so sweet and affectionate, I didn't care that he was drunk..." Romano's eyes widened as Italy continued to tell his story. Romano started to struggle out of Spain's arms, interrupting Italy in the same place Germany had stopped him. Spain kept the Italian firmly in place.
"Well, that's interesting... Not what I expected." The Spainiard said with a confused look. His expression changed back to normal. "So, any idea when you're due?" he asked.
Italy thought about it for a minute. "~Ve. If my math's right, about eight months, so maybe February? I have an appointment with a specialist in a couple days, so I'll find out then." Italy saw the look on his brother's face, a sad, angry, pitiful look. Italy climbed off of Germany's lap and sat on Prussia, who happened to be on the side of Spain that Romano was currently on. "Fratello, aren't you happy? Your going to be uno zio!"
Romano looked back at his younger brother. "Of course I'm happy." Romano mumbled.
"~Ve! You don't seem like you're happy..." Italy said, with a tone of concern in his voice.
Romano let out a sigh. "Italy, you're my fratellino, so of course I'm happy for you. The only thing I'm unhappy about is the fact that you chose that damn potato bastard as a lover." Romano leaned over to hug his brother. Spain released his grip on Romano. Romano stood up and looked at Germany. "Ok Potato Bastard, you'd better take-a good care of my little brother and my unborn nipote. If I EVER hear you did anything to hurt him, I will hunt you down and choke you with my moostache." Romano glared at Germany. Said German gave a scared nod. Romano grabbed Spain's hand and pulled him from the couch. "Let's go, you bastard. I'm tired and I wanna go home."
Spain waved with his free hand and followed Romano. The two left, leaving Germany, Italy, and Prussia slightly confused. Herbert had fallen back to sleep in his playpen. Italy got up from Prussia's lap. "~Ve! The baby's hungry. I'mma going to go eat some of that left over pizza." Italy skipped off happily to the kitchen.
Prussia looked at his younger brother. "West, I wasn't around England during his first four months of pregnancy, but I was there for the last six. You're in for a world of Hell." Prussia let out a laugh and left the room.
Month 3
Germany was in his office, reading one of the books on pregnancy that he had bought. He had a notebook on the desk in front of him, and was taking notes on anything that he thought he should keep in mind for a future date. "Alright. 'Make sure the mother to be is under no stress, as it could cause harm to the baby. Just keep her relaxed and there shouldn't be any major troubles.' That should be easy enough." Germany muttered as he wrote down the information. He glanced at the clock. Italy had an appointment with the doctor, so Germany had been trying to pass time reading. It was almost time to go, so he sat the book on the desk, picked up his notebook and went to look for Italy.
Italy was in the bathroom. He had his shirt off, and was looking at his profile, and feeling his stomach. He knew he wasn't really showing yet, but he wanted to see if it was at all noticeable. Germany walked up behind him and put a hand on Italy's stomach.
"You do know you von't show for a vhile yet..." Germany smiled. "Anyvays, you've got to get ready, ve need to leave for your appointment soon."
Italy sighed happily. "~Ve... Doitsu, I still can't believe this is happening. I mean, there's a little person growing inside of my belly!" Italy said as he pulled on his shirt. It was just slightly getting tight. "~Ve. The baby wants some gelato, with onions and carrots." Italy skipped past Germany and walked into the kitchen. Germany just stared in confusion after the Italian.
Prussia had been in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, and didn't even notice when Italy came in. Italy started pulling out the gelato, carrots, and chopped onions from the fridge. He also pulled down a bowl. Prussia smelled the onions and his face twisted in disgust. "Mein Gott! What is that?" Prussia turned and saw Italy. He looked at the Italian's bowl and had to hold back a wave of vomit. "Italy, dude, that is totally not awesome!"
Italy looked at Prussia. "~Ve? What do you mean? It's really good!" Italy said with his mouth full. The bowl was already half gone. Italy held the bowl out to the albino German. "~Ve! Try a bite... It really is good." Italy insisted.
Prussia felt a wave of sickness come over him, so he fled from the room as fast as he could, with Gilbird flying behind him. Germany crashed into Prussia on his way into the kitchen. Both Germans hit the floor. Prussia scrambled up and looked at his brother. "HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT UP WITH THOSE COMPLETELY UNAWESOME CRAVINGS OF HIS, WEST?! I mean, those cravings..." Prussia shuddered. "Some of those are just yucky."
Germany sighed and flipped through his notebook. "The books said I should be prepared for 'Mood swings, vierd cravings, increased apatite, and lots of sleeping.' He's been eating a lot of things he doesn't usually eat, like the other day he vas eating vurst."
Prussia snickered at his brother's choice of words. "What was that, West? He was eating wurst? Kesesesese." Prussia was rolling. Germany glared at his brother.
"You know vhat I mean, East."
Italy came out of the kitchen. He smiled up at Germany. "~Ve! Doitsu, I'm ready. Let's go to the doctor!" Italy said as he took Germany's hand and headed towards the door.
"East, you'd better not break my house while ve're gone!" Germany called as they left.
A couple of hours later, Germany and Italy came home. Germany looked rather stressed, and Italy was trying to calm him down. "~Ve! Doitsu, relax. It's not that bad!" Italy smiled. He hugged Germany, then skipped off to the kitchen. Prussia saw the distressed look on his brother's face and laughed.
"Kesesesese. What's up, West? Did the doctor tell you Italy was having twins?" Prussia grinned.
"Nein. Yo-"
"Oh, then it's triplets? Kesesesese." Prussia interupped. Germany glared at his older brother.
"Nein. It's nothing like that. There's one baby. You'd understand how I feel if you vere at McDonald's vhen ve got lunch." Germany muttered rubbing his forehead.
*Flashback*
After Italy's appointment, they had decided to go out to lunch. Italy was whining about being hungry for a while. "~Ve! Doitsu, I'm so hungry, and I really want to eat some hamburgers and fries right now!" Italy whined.
Germany sighed. "Geez, you're making it sound like your carrying America's baby." he muttered. "Look, there's a McDonald's right there." Germany pulled the car into the parking lot and the couple went inside. They got some strange looks, mainly because Italy was riding on Germany's back. (There was a lot of begging, and complaining about sore ankles.) Germany set Italy down and they walked up to the counter to order. They were greeted by the cashier.
"Hey, dudes! Welcome to McDonald's!" It was America. "Hey, if it isn't my pals Ludwig and Feli!" America was using their human names since it was a public place. "What can I get for you guys today?"
Italy looked at the menu and proceeded to order 2 quarter pounders, an apple pie, large fries, and a chocolate shake. America looked at the Italian in awe.
"Dude, are you sure you're going to eat all that? I mean, you're a small dude. Besides, don't you usually only eat pasta or something like that?" America asked.
Italy looked at America and smiled. "~Ve! I didn't tell you the news yet did I, Alfred?" Italy exclaimed. "~Ve! Luddy and I are going to have a baby!" Italy said rather loudly.
"Dude! How come you didn't tell me sooner? You know what, to celebrate this joyous miracle, whatever you two order, it's on the house!" America said, also rather loudly. He sent Italy's order to the back. "Oh yeah, Ludwig what did you want?"
Germany was bright red. He ordered a Big Mac a large drink and some fries. Their food came shortly, and they went to find a table. America followed them. "I'M GOING ON MAH BREAK!" America called to the back. Another cashier was sent out. "So, how long have you two been keeping your relationship a secret? I mean, you obviosly have something, what with a baby being on the way and all."
Germany blushed a deep shade of red, and swallowed a bite of his hamburger. "Vell, ve veren't really in a relationship at the time. Apparently I vas drunk..." Germany continued on, telling America the same thing he told Spain.
"Dude! That's not cool! You mean your feelings for him only came out when you were drunk?" America was shocked.
"~Ve! It wasn't like it was a bad thing! I shared the feelings. Obviously he was just afraid of me rejecting his feelings!" Italy defended Germany as he scarfed down his second burger. Most of Italy's food was gone at this point. Germany turned red and sipped his drink.
"Well, I guess I won't judge too much. I'm only here because Francis was able to seduce a really drunk Iggy." America thought a minute. "Hey, how far along are you anyway? I can't tell by a glance."
"~Ve! The doctor said today that I'm about 3 months along at this point. ~Ve! The baby really likes it when I eat pasta, and wurst, and other German and Italian foods. Today I just had the craving for hamburgers." Italy gave a comfused smile and rubbed his stomach. "I'm not entirely sure if the baby likes it yet though."
"I guess it's normal for you, since it's gonna be a German and Italian kid, but just make sure the kid grows up to respect the hamburger, too." America said. Germany and Italy finished their food and went to leave. Before they got up America stopped them. "Dudes, anytime you want something from here, feel free to stop by. Anything you guys order until the kid is born is free. I'll tell everyone else the news. Congratulations you two." America said.
Germany and Italy threw out their trash and headed for the doors. They were stopped by America's voice coming over the intercom. "Let's give a big ol' American congratulations to Feliciano and Ludwig, who are expectinga baby soon. I'm not fooling you guys, the smaller man there is in fact pregnant!" America boomed.
The restraunt looked at the couple with shock, amazement, confusion, and even a few smiles. They started clapping or them and shouting congratulations. Germany blushed and led Italy out before anyone tried to ask too many questions.
*end flashback*
"I have never been more embarrassed by America's obnoxiousness in my entire life!" Germany said putting his head in his hands.
Prussia burst out laughing, he was literally rolling on the floor, with tears streaming down his face. "Oh Mein Gott, West! I feel so bad for you!" Prussia gasped between fits of laughter.
Italy walked back into the living room, where Germany and Prussia were, eating a bowl of gelato. "~Ve! It wasn't that bad, Doitsu! With all those people trying to talk to me as we left, I thought it was fun! ~Ve! I like having this miracle growing inside me." Italy said as he sat down next to Germany.
Germany sighed. "Italy, don't take this the vrong vay, but you may be eating a little more than necessary. You're going to get fat more than round." Germany said. It then hit him that his statement was a bad choice of words. "Nein, vait! I didn't mean it like th-" Germany was cut off by an enraged Italy.
"~Ve! You're going to call me fat now, Mr. All-I-do-is-yell-and-judge! All I have ever done for you is be a good friend and love you. On top of all that, now I'm carrying your baby! This is all your fault you muscle-bound wurst-eater! If it wasn't for you and your drunken sex, I could be enjoying a nice hot shower to relax right now, but since I'm pregnant, the doctor specifically said today not to take hot showers! ~Ve!" Italy ranted, then got up and stormed out of the room, after dumping the remains of his bowl of gelato onto Germany's head. Prussia had stopped laughing, but after Italy dumped the gelato on Germany, he started rolling again.
"Kesesesese! You've got another, like, 7 months of this, West!" Prussia said between gasps of air.