Germany knew what had to come next, but he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to it. Italy would have to go to the doctor. Why was that bad? Because Italy was the biggest doctorphobe that Germany knew. He screamed, he cried, he begged, the whole 10 yards, just to not have to go. But it had to be done. Only question is, how does he get Italy to the hospital without ending up in one himself from Italy's fear induced tantrum? Germany sighed. He was gonna need help. He punched in Japan's home number and listened for his voice.

"Hello?"

"Japan? It's Germany. I know what's wrong with Italy."

"Hmm…so you're not stupid after all."

"Oh, shut up. It wasn't exactly obvious."

"Uh, yeah it was. You just don't pay attention."

"Ok fine, my fault. But I need your help getting him to the doctor-don't push the end button because I know you're thinking about it-so he can be checked out."

"Germany, I value my life."

"Hey, be a good friend. Come and give me a hand."

"I'm staying far away from Italy until he's back from the doctor. But I do have a suggestion. Why not bring him to someone that Italy doesn't know is a doctor? Like China. I don't think Italy knows that China works in the medical field."

"China's a doctor?!" Japan sighed.

"…I rest my case about you not paying attention."

"I guess that would work. Does China make house calls?"

"Uh-huh. He did Ukraine's breast implants."

"At her house?!?!"

"No, but don't they look real? China's very good."

"Ok then. I'll call you when it's safe to come over."

"Ok. Good luck, Daddy Germany." Germany blushed a little.

"H-hey! Don't call me that!!"

"Fine, Papa Germany then." Before Germany could scold the man on the other line, Japan hung up, leaving him to deal with his not-so-little Italy issue. Germany stood up and walked to his dresser, going through the first drawer and taking out his address book. He flipped to the page with China's information on it, and punched in his phone number. A voice ended the ringing 30 seconds later.

"Hello? China speaking."

"Morning, China. It's Germany.

"Hey there Germany! How've you been?" Germany sighed.

"I've been better. I need to call in a favor. You busy today?"

"Not until one, why?" Germany looked at the clock. 11:30 was showing in bright red numbers.

"Perfect. I need a house call."

"You're sick?"

"No, but Italy has something growing that I want checked on, if you get my drift."

"Aww! Italy's having a baby? Congratulations!" The blonde ran his fingers through the back of his hair.

"Thanks, but I actually just found out myself. So can you come?"

"Of course. I'll be there with my equipment in 15 minutes…Wait…Isn't Italy afraid of doctors?"

"That's why this plan's so sweet. He doesn't remember you're a doctor."

"Well, ok then. I'd prefer not to become an endangered species today."

"Hey, before you go, how come you're not saying aru anymore?"

"…I have no idea. I'll see you in a few."

"Bye, China, and thanks." Both men hung up the phone. Germany went downstairs to find Italy lying on the couch watching a cheesy soap opera. It'd probably be better to leave him like that, and Germany knew it, so he made no attempt to move him. He sat by his feet and closed his eyes to await China's arrival. 15 minutes later, he did just that. The doorbell rang, scaring Germany to his feet. He ran to the door and opened it, letting the long haired man inside.

"China?" Italy raised an eyebrow at the man, and then turned to Germany. "Why's China here?"

"I'm here to make a house call."

"So you're a doctor?!?!? HELL NO!!!!!!! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME-agh!!" Italy fell back onto the couch with a hard thump. China's eyes went wide as he looked at Germany, and then at his hands, which now held a wrench.

"Well, he wasn't gonna stay quiet any other way. And now he won't squirm while you work." A bead of sweat went down China's face as he went to get the equipment from his car. He returned with an ultrasound machine and that weird gel that goes on the patient's stomach. China flicked the machine on and squeezed some gel onto Italy's now exposed stomach. He proceeded to use the mouse to get an image of the inside of Italy's body. He moved the mouse around and looked at the blurry monitor picture.

"Well, you're having a girl." Germany smiled as China continued to look around Italy's tummy. China raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. He's already six months along. You JUST found out about it?"

"Well I didn't know what a pregnant person acted like! And I didn't really notice him getting big until like a month ago!"

"You don't pay attention to things, do you Germany?" Germany sighed.

"Why does everyone say that?" China finished his examination and brought the machine back to his car. When he was done cleaning up Italy and re-covering him, he gave Germany his verdict.

"Well, Italy's healthy, and so is the baby. I'd say he's due in another two and a half months."

"Good, good, tha-WHAAAT?!?!?!?" China nodded.

"Perhaps as early as 2 months. Or as late as 3. But it's coming sometime soon. I'll check up on you later. Bye, Germany." China left the house, got in his car, and drove away. Germany closed the door behind him and plopped on the couch. He sighed.

"Oh my freaking god…" Germany closed his eyes to attempt to sort everything out, but instead fell asleep instantly.