The Axis powers sat silently in the car, Germany at the wheel and Kiku beside him. Italy was in the back of the Kubelwagon, chewing on the pasta Japan brought him. Soft snorts and mmm's were heard as he suckled the tomato sauce from the sides of the bowl. Like he was totally oblivious to what the doctor had told them.

The moon was balancing itself the sky, illuminating the trio. Ludwig hadn't even put the key in the ignition. Italy was pregnant. How in the hell- Who in the hell...? " Doitsu? " The smaller man moved his scrawny arms to curl around Germany's shoulders. " Why aren't we going home? " Germany was quick to swat him away with a sharp growl.

Italy fell back into the back seat, eyes wide as the German snapped his head back to look at him. " How in the hell did you manage this, Italy? I never thought you were CAPABLE of screwing up this bad. HUH! I WANT TO KNOW HOW! " Japan laid a gentle hand on Germany's shoulder, but before he could say a thing Italy screeched from the backseat. " WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, YOU SAUSAGE SWALLOWING IDIOT! "

There had never been so much anger built inside those big brown eyes. Every wrinkle in his face folded, teeth bared and curl trembling. Even Ludwig's jaw dropped with the Italian's words. Not to mention Japan looked like he had seen Godzilla. Italy reared a hand back, a threat to smack Ludwig right upside his head. Muscles trembled from the strain of keeping himself back. His curl, normally smooth, flared out like the back of a frightened cat. " YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME AGAIN AND I'LL, I'll... "

Every angry notion in his head flushed away. The sudden curling of his lips fell away with the relaxation of his face, curl shivering once before going original. Browns returned to normal, examining Germany's face... before filling with tears. The poor man began to sob, hard. Chest shaking wails and tear ducts on high. Germany leaned back some in shock as Italy cried out. " DOITSU! I'M SORR-EEEEEE! DON'T HURT MEEEE! " Ludwig looked to Japan now. But Kiku narrowed his eyes at him, mentally telling him to fix this.

Doitsu was silent for a moment... before sighing. " Kiku, go ahead and drive. I'll sit in the back seat with Italy. " Those eye faucets were turned off in a wink. There was an explosion in the back seat, this one of joy. " VEEEE~~~~! " Ludwig opened the door, Japan merely standing in the seat and slipping into the driver's. The moment Germany was sitting down Italy snuggled up to him, wrapping those arms around his arm. " Doitsuuuu. "

Germany winced somewhat, feeling his arm pressed up against his chest... and stomach. Not much of a change yet. " Italy, do you even understand what the doctor said...? " Feliciano looked up from nuzzling his limb, and placed his chin on that wide shoulder. " I'm expecting! So... I guess I'm waiting for something to happen! " Germany raised the hand Italy wasn't holding onto and rubbed his face into it. Facepalm.

" No, Italy... it means you're going to be a father. Somehow. Someway. " Feli leaned back some from his shoulder, looking up into Ludwig's face. " But-but isn't that what girls are for...? " The blonde nodded slowly, and it made Italy ponder for a moment. A slow grin spread on his face once he put... two and two together. " Then you're it's father! " Japan slammed on the brakes on their street, rocking the two of them forward enough to get their attention. " Please! Do not speak of such things! "

Italy was suddenly a burst of sunshine as per normal, leaning up some to speak to Kiku. " But that's how France told me babies were made! " Japan's cheeks and ears blared a fire engine red, and he pressed harder on the gas. Had to get home, get away from these two Euro-weirdos. Feli leaned back and giggled merrily, looking to Germany. " Doitsu, aren't you happy! We're gonna be parents! "

But before Germany could even respond with a yes or no... Italy began to sob again, true tears going down those cheeks once more. " DON'T BE MAD AT ME, I'M SORRY! PLEASE, I'LL BE A GOOD DAD! " As the male sobbed, he felt two strong, warm arms curl around his shoulders and cuddle him close. He didn't say anything, but when Italy looked up Germany nuzzled his forehead to his. He didn't even need to speak.