Italy was the first to wake up. He rubbed the throbbing bump on his head where Germany had knocked him out. That's when he noticed Germany sleeping by his feet. He gave him a few sharp kicks before uncovering himself and standing up.

"Germany, wake up! I'm hungry!" The blonde rubbed his side as he stood up.

"I cooked breakfast. There's no way I'm cooking lunch." Italy sighed, and then perked up.

"Can you take me out to eat then?" Germany hunched over, arms dangling. He knew now that the idea was in his head, he wouldn't give him his peace of mind until he took him. Germany straightened back up.

"Fine, get in the car."

"Which one?"

"Yours."

"Can I drive?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aww…" Italy was disappointed, but he walked to his sportscar without another word and sat in the passenger's seat. Germany sat in the driver's seat and turned the Porche on.

"Seat belt, Italy."

"Ok." Both men buckled their seat belt. Then Italy pressed a button and the hood popped down. Germany glared at the man next to him, but Italy just shrugged. And then they were off. 20 minutes later, they were outside a small café, sitting at a four-person table waiting for their food. That's when Italy noticed his brother walking along the sidewalk.

"Brother, brother! Over here!" The other brunette ran up to the table and sat down.

"Hey guys, what're you doing here?"

"I was hungry and Meanie McMeanface over there wouldn't cook for me, so we went out to eat. Why're you here?"

"Just taking a walk. I get bored too, y'know."

"Oh, we know." The other two men stared at Germany. In an attempt to get the attention off Germany's rude comment, Italy grabbed his brother's hands.

"Hey, Romano, how do you feel about being an uncle?"

"Uncle? Me? I'm not an uncle." Italy smiled.

"Not yet, but you will be." Italy moved Romano's hands to his stomach. His eyes went wide as he slowly turned his head to Germany.

"You didn't…"

"It takes two. And yeah we did."

"Is he really…"

"Yeah he is."

"Are you really…"

"Yeah I am." The eviler of the two Italies glared at the blonde next to him, murderous intent obvious in his dark eyes. Germany stood up, almost knocking over his chair. "And that would be my cue to run for my life. GYAAAAAH!!!!!" Germany screamed and ran away before Romano could slit his throat.

"Get back here!!!!!" Now Romano was running after his brother's lover full speed, leaving a confused Feliciano to figure out what had just happened all by himself. Block by block they ran, Germany steadily gaining ground over his brother in law. Once he was at least 7 blocks ahead, he tried to turn. Sadly, he tried to turn a blind corner and slammed full speed into Russia, throwing them both to the ground. When the cloud of shock faded, they looked at each other.

"Russia?"

"Germany?"

"Why are you running?" Russia turned around, and Germany, for the first time since seeing Russia, noticed a figure in the distance running for him.

"Russiaaaaaa!!!!! Stop running and I might be merciful!!!!" It was America. Germany sighed.

"Dare I ask why?"

"I took his brother's innocence. Why are you running?" Germany stuck his thumb over his shoulder. That's when Russia noticed Germany's own figure.

"Germanyyyy!!!!!!!!! You're gonna pay!!!!!" Now Russia sighed. He could tell it was Romano.

"And the reason for that would be?"

"Same reason America's trying to kill you."

"You took Feliciano's virginity and got him knocked up?"

"Bingo." The two men turned around to look at their pursuers, turned back around to look at the other man's pursuer, then back at each other.

"We should run." Germany nodded.

"Yup." The two men helped each other up and again ran away, this time in the same direction. Less than two minutes later, Romano and America were in the same situation Russia and Germany were in. They had smacked into each other and were now on the ground.

"Huh? America?"

"Romano? What're you doing?"

"Trying to kill my brother in law." America sighed.

"Me, too. Hard, isn't it?"

"Uh huh. But he will pay with his life for polluting my brother's mind and body!!!"

"Right!!! And on that note, let's get moving. They're getting away!!!!" The two men helped each other up and chased the object of their fury. Knowing they had backup motivated them, and both America and Romano were running much faster. Germany glanced back and saw they were gaining speed.

"Gyaah!! Russia!! They're gonna catch us!!" Germany was starting to actually fear for his life.

"Not if I have anything to do with it. C'mon!" Russia grabbed Germany's hand and was pulling him faster, but it was no use. Five minutes later, Romano had pounced on Russia and America had pounced on Germany. Realizing they had the wrong pervert, they got up and pinned the other man. America started the ranting.

"Why would you do that???!!! Are you two just that messed up???!!!" Romano continued where America left off.

"They're our brothers!!!! They were innocent!!!! They were clean!!!! They were the only two left with any hope of escaping hell!!!! Do you realized what you doomed them to???!!!"

"Well??? What do you two have to say for yourselves?!?!?!" Germany spoke first.

"You don't understand!!! Have either of you ever been in love!?!?!? What we did was natural!!!! The only bad thing that's happened since then was you two trying to kill us for proving that we love them!!!"

"Yeah, what he said!!! You would want to do the same thing if you were in love!!! And do you have any idea how bad you made Italy and Canada feel when you chased us???!!! They were afraid you'd come home with our blood on your hands!!! Or our heads on a stick!!!" America and Romano looked at each other, then stood up.

"You're right." America shook his head.

"As much as I hate to admit it." Russia and Germany smiled at each other and stood up.

"Does this mean you two aren't gonna chase us anymore?" America and Romano nodded.

"But if you ever betray them, you're as good as dead." Romano added before walking away. America stayed behind and was glaring at both men. Romano came back and pulled America away by his ear.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ok that hurts, ouch…" Russia and Germany waved as America was yanked out of sight, then looked at each other.

"Well, today was intresting." Germany laughed.

"More like freaky." Just then, Germany's phone rang. It was Italy. Germany put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Italy sighed.

"Good, you're alive. What happened?"

"I was being chased, I smacked into Russia who was still being chased by America, we all ran together, America and Romano finally pinned us, we yelled at each other, but long story short, no more chasing."

"I'm glad. Romano was getting annoying." Russia tapped Germany's shoulder and held out his hand. Germany gave Russia the phone.

"Italy?"

"Hey, Russia. You're alive too. Good."

"I'm alive, but I've had a long day. And so has your Doitsu. I'm gonna treat him to a few rounds, so if he's late, blame it on me, ok?"

"Got it. Bye Russia, say bye to Germany for me."

"Bye." Russia hung up the phone and handed it back to Germany, whose jaw had dropped. Russia laughed. "You coming? Happy hour starts soon." Germany smiled and followed his new found ally towards the bar.