Germany ran and managed to catch Italy before he hit the ground.

"Italy! Are you okay, what's wrong?" Italy was clutching his chest and panting.

"G-Germany…the baby…it's coming…"

"What?" No, she can't be coming already! It's only been eight months!" His mind flickered to China's checkup. Perhaps as early as two months. Or as late as three. But it's coming sometime soon. Italy coughed and Germany panicked. "I need to get you to a hospital!" He tried to pick the pained man up, but was stopped.

"No…won't make it…ambulance…" Germany nodded in understanding and put Italy on the bed.

"Right, call 911, get you to the hospital…" He walked to the door and opened it. Russia tumbled out, falling flat on his face. He stood up, embarrassed.

"I wasn't eavesdropping I swear! I was just a little worried about you so I stayed!" Germany raised an eyebrow.

"A likely story. Now watch Italy, I need to call an ambulance for him." Germany tried to keep his voice calm.

"Right!" Russia entered the room as Germany rushed out of it. He picked up his phone and dialed the number.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Yes, hello? My boyfriend just went into labor! He's laying down but he looks like he's really hurting and I think the baby is gonna be coming really soon!"

"Calm down sir, and tell me your address." Germany recited the address and hung up. Russia came out of the bedroom in a panic.

"A lot of water just gushed out of Italy!" Russia was frantic.

"His water broke already? Dammit!" He rushed back into the room, Russia at his heels. He caressed Italy's face. "Don't worry, you'll be okay." He didn't know who he was trying to convince, Italy or himself. Italy gave an agonized groan and nodded slightly.

.o.O.o.

Germany sat in the waiting room, face in his hands. They had arrived at the hospital over a half hour ago, and still no word on Italy's condition. Russia, although still in a panic himself, rubbed his back reassuringly.

"He and the baby will both be fine. Believing any otherwise is like giving up on them." Germany sighed.

"I know they'll be alright. But it's all my fault. If she's born with a defect because she's premature, or if Italy's body is so stressed it can't handle the added stress of childbirth, I'll be to blame."

"No, you won't be. If anything, I'll be to blame."

"How? The only reason he went into stress induced labor is because he felt like I betrayed him."

"But if it wasn't for me taking you to the bar in the beginning, you wouldn't have slept with me at all. If it wasn't for me, none of this would be happening." Germany laughed a bit, but the sound lacked any trace of humor.

"I suppose we're both at fault, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess we are." Germany hugged Russia, eyes still glazed with worry.

"I hope they're both okay…" Russia patted the shorter blonde's back.

"Me too."

An hour passed. Germany had fallen asleep, arms still wrapped around Russia's waist. Russia was still rubbing Germany's back, trying to soothe him. China walked up to them and cleared his throat. His usual clothes were covered by a white doctor's coat.

"China." Russia nudged Germany awake. He groaned, but eventually opened his eyes and rejoined the world of the living. He looked up at the long haired man.

"How…How are they?" China smiled.

"At 7:53 pm, Italy gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Brown hair, blue eyes, 7 pounds, 11 ounces." Russia and Germany smiled brightly, making China laugh. He didn't even need to hear them. He knew what both men were thinking. "Yes, you can go see them. She's all cleaned up and Italy's recovering nicely." Both men jumped up, gave their thanks to China, and left full speed. The room was only about ten doors away. Russia opened it and they both stepped in, shutting it behind them. Their smiles grew. Italy was there, looking much calmer now, and also much happier. In his arms he held the baby girl, complete with a small pink hat that covered most of her hair, wrapped up snugly in a white blanket. Both the men could only stare. Russia nearly started crying.

"She's…she's beautiful." He sobbed. "Beautiful and tiny and perfect…" The other men could only nod in agreement. Germany kissed Italy.

"She looks a lot like you."

"That's good, she got my sexy genes." Germany rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Don't get cocky." Italy laughed too.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. She has your eyes, though." Germany and Russia looked at the little girl. They couldn't see her eyes. She was sound asleep in Italy's arms. They saw strands of hair poking out from under the hat. It was mostly brunette, but in the light, you could see flickers of shiny blonde locks, too. Germany's eyes softened.

"I can't believe it…We're parents…We created such a perfect little girl…" Russia nodded.

"Believe it, you are, and you did." They both laughed at the taller man, who raised an eyebrow, not seeing the humor in what he had just said. He turned back to the child. "Have you picked a name?" Germany and Italy glanced at each other and mentally cursed themselves. They knew they were having a baby. They knew she was going to be a girl. But they hadn't put any thought into a name. All three stood in silence as they thought of possible names. Italy broke the silence.

"…Kairi." Germany and Russia looked at the man, who was looking at the girl.

"Kairi?" Italy nodded.

"Kairi." Russia smirked.

"A lovely name. It means 'eternally unwavering' in Russian."

"Really? It means 'newfound love' in German."

"And it means 'strengthening beauty' in Italien. Let's hope she grows up with all these things." The tallest nodded.

"Yes. Well, I should probably leave the happy family alone for a bit. I'll see you all later." Russia reached for the door.

"Wait." Russia turned to Italy, slightly shocked.

"Anything else you need?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"I really shouldn't be here spoiling your first moments as a family."

"So you aren't a part of our family?"

"Obviously not." The brunette smirked.

"That's too bad. We had just assumed you would be Kairi's godfather, but if you aren't a part of our family…we'll stop her if she calls you uncle Ivan." Russia's eyes widened, as did Germany's, dumbfounded. Neither had been expecting that. Russia smiled.

"You mean it?"

"Of course we do. Right, Germany?" Germany nodded.

"Y-yes! Right!" Germany improvised, not really knowing what to say. He hadn't been informed about Ivan being the Godfather. But he wasn't complaining. Kairi and Russia's daughter could be close friends when they're older. He was looking forward to that. Russia smiled widely and nearly cried again.

"Thank you, Italy, I'd love to be her Godfather." Italy nodded approvingly. Then a bit of a contradiction hit him. "But…don't you hate me?"

"I did at first. I thought you were evil. I just wanted you away from me. But when you were in the bedroom with me, I could see it. In your eyes, I saw honest concern. That's when I realized that you weren't as bad as your rough exterior makes you seem." The tallest nodded, smile still tugging at his lips. Germany shook his head.

"But wait…Weren't you mad at us? For…y'know…" Italy sighed.

"The past is the past. Everyone makes mistakes." Germany and Russia both let out sighs of relief. Italy smirked. "But on the other hand…Just wait until Romano finds out."

Germany and Russia both gulped. They were a family now. They were happy about that. But they both knew that they were in for some trouble when they got home.

"Oh quadruple shit…" Russia muttered. Germany and Italy both glared at him.

"Language!" They said at the same time. Silence followed. Then all three broke down with laughter.