It was almost 9:00 am and Germany was about to wake up from his child filled nightmares.

"n-no…he's no-not…he can't be…" Germany was tossing and talking like that for a full minute before waking up. "GYAAAAAA-Ack!" Germany's screams of terror were cut short by a fist to the top of his head.

"Shaddup! Some people are still sleepy!" Germany rubbed his aching head.

"I would be one of those people! You didn't have to hit me!" Italy shrugged his shoulders.

"You wouldn't shut up any other way." Germany face palmed himself.

"Well, we're awake now. Want breakfast?" Italy's face perked up automatically.

"Yup! What's gonna be cooking, not so good looking?" Germany glared at his lover. "That depends on what you want. Whatever it is, I think you've earned some poison in it…" Italy pulled a machete out of nowhere and held it to Germany's throat.

"What was that?" Germany swallowed hard.

"Just my lame attempt at a joke…haha…please don't kill me…" Italy sheathed the machete and threw it out the window.

"Thought so" Germany and Italy stood up and walked to the kitchen. Italy sat at the table as Germany took his place in front of the oven.

"So, what do you want?" Italy thought for a moment.

"Pancakes."

"Ok then, I'll just-"

"With bacon." Italy interrupted.

"…Ok, I'll put out a-"

"And Spam, with a bit of cream chipped beef over toast." Italy stopped and thought again. "With chocolate milk, extra dark!" Germany waited a minute before speaking again.

"Are you done now?"

"…That should just about cover it." Italy smiled. "Until lunch" he added under his breath. The only reason Italy was getting this meal was because they both had off today. It was the perfect time to ask about his assumption to Italy's "condition".

"When all this is done, I need to talk to you."

"Kay." The food took an hour and a half to cook, but only a half hour to eat. When they were done, Germany put the plates in the sink and all but dragged Italy to their bedroom. He sat Italy on the bed, pulled a chair up right across from him, and sat down. Now all he had to do was figure out why the hell he had done this in the first place. It was an impulse, for the most part, totally random. And now he was starting to regret having a brain.

"I have big news for you, Italy."

"Big news? You? Can I try and guess?"

"…Go ahead." Italy smiled and thought for a bit.

"…someone finally murdered Russia?" Germany sighed and smiled.

"It's a possibility, but not yet, as far as I know."

"…Poland came out of the closet?" Germany laughed.

"He doesn't have to. We all know already."

"…You're getting plastic surgery to fix your face?" Germany's eyes went wide with shock and murderous rage. 'Easy Germany, Easy…Remember your anger management classes…' Germany thought.

"And what pray tell, is wrong with my face?"

"I think listing what isn't is easier. Can I do that instead?" At that moment, Germany's anger management classes flew right out the window.

"Grr…WELL THIS IS THE FACE OF THE MAN WHO KNOCKED YOU UP!!!!!!!" Germany took a deep breath. "You're pregnant." The brunette stared at his partner.

"Oh…I thought you said you had big news for me, daitsu."

"That's not big news?!"

"Nope. Because I knew already." Germany nearly fell off his chair.

"You KNEW already?!?!?!"

"That's what I said."

"Why in hell didn't you tell me?! I was worried about you!!"

"Well you didn't ask. We done now?" Germany was speechless. He nodded, and Italy skipped back downstairs with a smile that screamed 'self satisfaction'. This time Germany fell off the chair for real and curled up into a ball on the floor.