Title: Love's Aftermath

Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America

Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?

Chapter 4 - Forgiveness and Acceptance

"I really can't believe you're making me do this again."

"We have to make sure!"

"This is getting ridiculous now..." England sighed, picking up the pregnancy test.

"Well?" America asked, practically bubbling with excitement.

England raised an eyebrow, handing it to his boyfriend, "It's negative, same as the one you made me do yesterday...and the day before that."

America frowned, staring intently at the test as if somehow willing it to change colour, "Damn it! Again?"

England sighed, picking up his book once more, "Seriously America I'm not doing anymore, the nurse keeps giving me strange looks in the corridor."

America pulled the book away from him, "But how are we supposed to know if you're pregnant or not?"

England rolled his eyes, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted me to pregnant."

"Well duh!" America grinned, crawling over to England and lying across his lap.

England smirked, threading his fingers through America's hair, "I love how you're trying to get me pregnant without my consent."

"Aww come on, you've seen how happy Quebec makes Canada and France, I know you want a kid too." America shivered slightly, nuzzling his head into England's palm.

England shrugged, "I have nothing against it." he leant down to kiss America's forehead, "You seem very fond of the idea."

"Hell yeah!" America grinned, sitting up, "I mean it's just so awesome! France and Canada are so lucky they're like a proper family, Quebec is so adorable and awesome like her uncle!"

"Exactly." England wrapped his arms around America's waist, "You're still part of their family, you're her awesome uncle remember?"

"Yeah...but I only see her sometimes, I want my own kid so I can teach it stuff." America leant into England's chest, "...and not French." he added.

"Is France teaching her French?"

"Yeah he said he's gonna talk to her in French when she gets a bit older."

"Poor child." England said, gently running his fingers through America's hair, kissing him softly, "Even still...doesn't mean we have to have one so soon." England shifted on his bottom uncomfortably on the bed, wincing slightly.

"You okay?" America asked, noticing the wince.

England cringed, blushing slightly, "Little sore...do you think maybe we could give it a rest tonight?"

America stared at him, "We need to keep trying!"

England sighed, rubbing his temples stressfully, "America, maybe we just have to accept that it's just not physically possible for me to get pregnant."

"Why wouldn't it be possible?"

England gave a harsh laugh, staring at him in disbelief, "Because I'm a guy!"

"So? That wasn't a problem for Canada or that Italy guy." America pointed out, lying back down in England's lap again.

"Yes well that all still baffles me." England said, rolling his eyes, reaching for his book, "Perhaps I'm not one of those, impregnable males."

America pushed the book off the bed before he could reach it, "Well...maybe I am."

England looked at him, "...what?"

"Maybe I'm uhh...impregnable." he said, grinning innocently as England raised an eyebrow at him.

England ran a hand through America's blonde locks, smirking slightly, "As if you'd ever let me top in bed."

America laughed slightly, "I would if we got a kid out of it." he grinned, leaning up to gently peck his lips, "...so how about it?"

England sighed, resting his head back against the headboard of the bed, closing his eyes briefly, "I suppose..."

America looked concerned, "What's up?"

"Nothing...I just don't think we have to be planning all this now, we're just kids ourselves America, we've got plenty of time."

"Yeah I know...but I just want a kid with you really bad." he looked up at his boyfriend, pouting slightly, "...I love you England."

England smiled, ruffling his hair, "I love you too, goof." he gently pushed him to one side and climbed off the bed, "Come on, we've got class in a few minutes."

"Aww come on, I thought we were gonna stay here and make babies." America said playfully, rolling back on the bed like a cat, giving England a wink.

England smirked, picking up his discarded book, "I'm not skipping anymore lessons to have sex America, we're going to class."

America pouted, jumping off the bed, "Aww fine, tonight though right?"

England smiled, pecking him gently, "If you're good."

~0~

Germany groaned in slight pain, shifting uncomfortably on the prickly grass as it poked him in the back of his neck, as well as the various tree branches and roots jabbing him in the back. For just a few moments Germany had absolutely no idea where he was, he sat up slightly, blinking in the harsh sunlight until the front of Italy's house came into view. Then he remembered. Germany sighed, stretching uncomfortably, his clothes slightly damp from having spent the whole night outside on the lawn. He glanced up at Italy's bedroom window at the closed curtains, he checked his watch, it was only half past eight, Italy wouldn't be up yet.

Germany closed his eyes, rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly as every movement was a strain on his sore muscles. He was just about to try and get back to sleep, knowing it would be a couple of hours yet before Italy would be up and he could go and see him, when his phone started buzzing violently in his pocket. Germany jumped slightly, pulling it out hurriedly to answer it.

"Hallo, Italy?"

"Hey there my sexy German love machine..." came the arrogant, sarcastic voice of his brother, followed by a laugh, "Just kidding West! It's the awesome me! Why would it be Italy? I thought you left to see him yesterday."

Germany sighed irritably, Prussia was the last person he wanted to talk to right now, "Ja I did, I'm here."

"Then why'd you ask if it was Italy?"

"...because I got kicked out of his house, I thought he was calling me."

Prussia was silent for a moment, "...tough break West, although if that was me I'd totally have swept him off his feet, you know, because I'm so awesome."

"Ja Prussia..." Germany ran a hand through his hair, getting more and more annoyed, "I'm not really in the mood ja?"

Prussia grinned, "Just saying, why'd he kick you out?"

"He didn't, his bruder did."

"Romano? Hey! Want to hear how he is in bed?" Prussia asked, laughing slightly.

Germany cringed, shaking his head, "Bruder, I don't even want to know how you know such things..."

"Spain told me." Prussia grinned, "Apparently he's-"

"I don't want to know!" Germany blurted out quickly, going slightly red, "Look, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait! You didn't tell me why Italy kicked you out!"

"He didn't...although, he's upset with me for not calling him." Germany said, sighing deeply.

Prussia went quiet for a moment, speaking slightly cautiously, "So...is it alright if I ask him on a date?"

Germany took the phone away from his ear, glaring at the device in his hand, "I'm hanging up now." he growled before he snapped it shut, ending the call. "Bastard..." he muttered to himself.

~0~

Germany bit his lip, gently knocking on Italy's door, he checked the time, almost ten, surely Italy would be up and out of bed by now. He'd spent the last hour and a half wandering around the town, purely for something to do, the curtains of Italy's bedroom were still closed, but he couldn't stand it anymore, he needed to see him.

Italy eventually opened the door, "Oh...hi Germany..." he said softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes.

Germany smiled slightly, waving, "Hallo Italy, how did you sleep?"

"I slept okay...did you?" Italy asked, noting the way Germany's clothes were damp and slightly dirty from sleeping outside.

"Not...great." Germany said, chuckling slightly awkwardly as there was a moment of silence between them, "So urm..." Germany bit his lip, stepping slightly closer towards him, "...can I come in?"

"Oh urm..." Italy glanced behind him slightly worriedly, "Romano's here..."

"I know, but he can't keep me away from you." Germany said softly, gently reaching up to trace his fingers down Italy's cheek.

Italy shivered slightly, "Okay..." he stepped to the side, holding the door open for him, "Do you want some breakfast?"

"Ja, that'd be great, danke." he smiled, holding out his hand to Italy. The Italian hesitated slightly, momentarily reaching for Germany's hand before letting it fall to his side, biting his lip. Germany sighed, feeling slightly rejected as he followed Italy into the kitchen where Romano was already sat at the table.

Romano glared at the blonde man as he entered the room, "What the hell are you doing in here?" he snarled.

"Italy invited me in." Germany said calmly, taking a seat opposite Romano as Italy went to get the German some coffee.

"Well I didn't, get the hell out!" Romano slammed his fist on the table, pointing towards the door.

Germany took a deep calming breath before he answered, he needed to keep his cool if he was ever going to get Romano to stop being a jerk to him, "Look, it's Italy's house as well und he said I could be here, I'm not causing you any harm by being here."

"Aside from the smell." Romano growled.

Germany glared at him, biting his tongue as Italy cautiously came back over, slipping into the chair beside Germany, handing him a mug of coffee as he sipped his own. The German watched him, slightly concerned, "Italy...I don't think you're supposed to drink coffee whilst pregnant."

Italy stopped, looking down at the steaming beverage, "Oh...I'm not?"

"Nein, or at least not too much...just don't have anymore today ja?"

"Don't start ordering him around!" Romano snapped, tossing a spoon at Germany's head.

German winced, rubbing his head, muttering cuss words under his breath in German, "I'm not, I'm just trying to do what's best for the baby."

"What's best for the baby is if you get the hell out of here and we can pretend you never ruined our lives!"

"I haven't ruined anyone's life!" Germany spat angrily, glancing next to him at Italy who flinched at Germany's tone. Germany sighed, composing himself, "I know you hate me, but you're just going to have to get over it...Italy's pregnant-"

"Which is your fault." Romano pointed out, handing Italy his cup of coffee once the younger teen had finished his, as if just to spite Germany.

Germany sighed, taking it away from Italy, "Ja I know, but I'm trying to do the right thing...would you rather I stay here und look after him or abandon him?"

Italy bit his lip, "Please don't, not again..." he said pleadingly, looking up at the German with sad eyes.

"I won't." Germany said determinedly, gently slipping his hand into Italy's, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Romano glared at them, looking for another spoon to throw, "You're not staying here, not in my house."

"I'm going to be here for Italy." Germany said calmly, watching as Romano's face seemed to be getting more and more red.

"Fine! But you're not sleeping here! You can stay outside where you belong!"

"Alright!" Germany yelled, before cringing, getting his temper under control, "...I'll sleep outside, every night until the gottverdammte child is born if I have to, as long as I can be here for Italy every day I don't care."

Italy looked up at Germany, smiling softly, gently squeezing his hand, "...grazie."

Germany smiled, leaning closer to him, Romano glared at the both of them before storming out of the room, hitting Germany on the back of the head as he went. The German ignored it, softly pressing a kiss to Italy's forehead, "Italy...do you forgive me?"

Italy bit his lip, looking away from him, "Germany...did you really leave because you were hiding from Romano?"

"Yes Italy! He was trying to kill me!"

"You're not scared of Romano..." Italy said softly, looking up at the German.

Germany bit his lip, sighing softly, "Ja...okay...maybe...maybe I panicked a little, about the child...but I swear it was mostly the Romano thing."

Italy pulled his hand away from Germany's, feeling hurt, "So you really were abandoning me..."

"Italy-"

"I'm going upstairs..." Italy said softly, pushing his chair away from the table as he followed his brother out of the room. Germany sighed deeply, resting his head in his hands, clutching at his blonde locks, 'You stupid arschloch...'

~0~

About two weeks had past and Germany was true to his word. Each night he spent outside Italy's house, just so he could be close to him during the day time. Well, as close as he could be with Romano watching his every move like a hawk, or whether Italy was in the right mood. He was still pretty upset with the German, he'd been quite depressed and didn't really want to be affectionate with him, unless he was having a good day, in which case he'd permit Germany to hold his hand or snuggle up to him on the sofa. Mostly however, they'd pretty much reverted back to friendship, much to Romano's glee.

Taking initiative, Germany had purchased himself a tent which he'd set up in their front garden, to Romano's disapproval who claimed it was like they had a homeless person squatting in their garden. A couple of times he'd tried to knock down or even burn the German's tent, but nothing he did discouraged him so he soon gave up, and allowed Germany to carry on his life on their lawn.

March 17th had finally rolled around, Italy was usually beaming and bubbling with excitement on this, today of all days, his and Romano's birthday, but not this year. This year it was just like any other day, with the added 'bonus' of being pregnant of course. He was only about one month gone but Italy was already noticing some changes to his body, he was so tired all of the time! Well, he always had been, but now even more so, he was taking double the amount of siestas he normally would, and found himself going to bed as early as ten or even nine. As well as that he also found he had to urinate a lot, something which annoyed the Italian greatly as it meant he had to get out of bed frequently. It saddened him when he awoke to an empty bed, Romano still wasn't letting Germany sleep inside, Italy wished he would, even though he was still upset and annoyed with him he loved waking up in the German's arms.

"Buon compleanno." Romano smiled, lighting the candles on his and Italy's cake, pushing it towards him, "You blow them out." Italy smiled slightly, leaning across the table he quickly blew them out, closing his eyes as he made a wish.

"What'd you wish for?" Germany asked as he came into the kitchen, holding onto two presents.

"It won't come true if I tell you." Italy said, smiling at the German, wrapping the scarf Japan had sent him tighter around his neck.

Germany smiled slightly, handing Italy one of the presents, "Happy Birthday Italy."

Italy smiled, carefully unwrapping the present, Germany quirked an eyebrow slightly at the lack of viciousness in Italy's present opening. The Italian lifted out a box which contained a pasta maker, as well as a packet of heart shaped pasta, he smiled, "Ve...grazie Germany." he held out his arms, allowing the German to hug him.

Romano shook his head, scoffing slightly, "Ew...what'd else did you get him?" he asked, nodding towards the other present in Germany's hand.

Germany glanced down at it, "It isn't for Italy." he held it out to Romano, "It's for you, happy birthday."

Romano looked surprised, slowly taking the present from him, "Oh..." he looked down at it, then back up at Germany, "...grazie." he muttered softly, suddenly feeling quite guilty.

Italy smiled, searching through the various letters scattered about the table, "Romano look! Here's one for both of us..." he ripped open the letter and pulled out the birthday card, "It's from Spain..." Italy said softly, feeling himself blushing as he mentioned the Spaniard.

Romano and Germany didn't seem to notice, "What's it say?" Romano asked, trying to sound casual as he took the card from his brother.

"He says happy birthday and he wants to come visit us next weekend..." Italy looked away from the both of them as he spoke, his heart hammering nervously in his chest, despite neither one of them knowing anything about his affair with Spain.

Romano bit his lip, reading the card aloud, "I'm coming over to see you amigos this weekend, to see how Italy's getting on with the pregnancy..." Romano glared at the card, tossing it onto the table, "So he doesn't care how I'm doing." he grumbled bitterly, getting up from the table.

Italy bit his lip, guilt settling in his stomach, "He probably just forgot to put it in the card."

"Whatever." Romano left the room, heading upstairs to his bedroom.

Germany watched him, one eyebrow raised, "I didn't think he cared about Spain that much."

"Sì..." Italy sighed softly, trying not to let it bother him, but it did, it really did.

Germany came up behind Italy's chair, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Italy's shoulders, "Are you okay?"

Italy nodded, leaning back into Germany's embrace. He leaned up slightly, softly pecking Germany's neck, inflicting a shiver from the German,

"Germany...can we go for a drive?"

Germany smiled, gently kissing the top of his head, "Anything you want."

~0~

Italy yawned tiredly, curling up against Germany's side as the pictures and sounds from the TV in front of him were slowly fading as sleep was starting to take over. Romano had given up protesting his brother's closeness to the German as he too was close to falling asleep. Germany wasn't too tired yet, although he wasn't really watching what was on TV, but he wasn't looking forward to going back outside, the longer he could stay indoors the better. The cramped, unwelcoming tent beckoned him from outside into the lonely darkness, Germany sighed, cuddling closer to Italy, knowing that as soon as they both went up to bed he'd be forced outside, it was only ten, but they were both half asleep...at this rate he'd end up carrying them both up to bed again like he did the night before.

Ever so slowly, Italy pulled away from Germany and stood up, yawning tiredly, "I'm going to bed..." he said softly, waving at them both, "Buonanotte."

"Night." Romano mumbled tiredly.

"Goodnight Italy." Germany waved back, sighing slightly as Italy retreated upstairs and out of sight. He settled back on the sofa, Romano was being unusually quiet, he had been ever since he stormed upstairs after reading Spain's card. The Italian would usually start a pointless argument with the German once Italy was out of earshot, but he just sat there, staring blankly at the TV. Germany watched him for a moment, almost wanting to ask if he was alright, but thought better of it, and carried on watching the nonsense on screen.

Italy yawned, pulled off his top and his trousers, just leaving him in his boxers, he sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair tiredly. He sighed when he realised he needed the toilet again, 'I hate being pregnant...' he thought gloomily as he left the room to urinate once again. When he returned a couple of minutes later he went to throw back the covers on his bed when there was a soft knock on the door, "Ve?"

Germany softly opened the door, "Hallo Italy."

"Germany? Does Romano know you're up here?" Italy asked curiously, Romano had a serious problem with Germany being upstairs and only allowed him to either be in the kitchen or the living room when in the house.

"He fell asleep on the sofa, I'll put him to bed in a minute, I just...wanted to say goodnight to you properly." Germany said bashfully, softly closing the door behind him as he went over to Italy.

Italy smiled slightly, holding out his arms, "Okay...goodnight Germany."

Germany smiled, holding him close, hands softly running along the length of his back, "Goodnight Italy..." he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Italy beamed, looking up at the German, placing his hands against the front of his shirt. Germany smirked slightly, leaning down and letting his lips softly brush against the Italian's, kissing him for the first time in almost a month. Italy kissed him back for a moment before pulling away slightly, "My birthday wish just came true..." he said softly, slipping his hands into Germany's.

Germany laughed slightly, squeezing Italy's hands as he leant in for another kiss, much less soft and gentle this time, more heated and deep. Italy muffled a slight moan as Germany pressed himself up against the Italian, letting their mouths get reacquainted with one another, tongues colliding together softly. Germany gently pushed Italy down until he sat on the edge on the bed, where we straddled him, pushing his fingers through Italy's hair as they continued to tongue each other deeply.

Italy moaned softly into Germany's mouth, hands clutching at the front of his shirt as he lowered further and further down onto the bed until Germany was gently resting on top of him, starting to grind his hips slightly into the Italian's. Germany eventually pulled away from Italy's lips, planting soft wet kisses across his neck and down his chest until he reached his boxers which he quickly tugged down, releasing Italy's manhood. Italy closed his eyes, gripping the bed sheets in anticipation of what was about to come. The German didn't disappoint, slipping one hand under Italy's thigh and lifting him slightly, his other went to wrap around Italy's length as he placed his mouth over the end, suckling gently. Italy gasped, groaning softly, hands tightening on the sheets as the feeling of what Germany's mouth was doing to him sent waves of pleasure though his body. Germany smiled around his mouthful of Italy, taking a more firm grasp, he began sucking harder on him, using his tongue to dip into the slit, causing Italy to buck into Germany's mouth, gasping loudly. Italy threw his head back against the bed, biting down hard on his lip as the pleasure coursing throughout his body kept rising until he eventually came, softly groaning Germany's name.

Germany pulled away, wiping his lips, gently trailing his fingers across Italy's thighs. He kissed the inside of each one before gently rolling Italy over on his stomach, softly kissing the smooth curves of his bottom. Italy panted softly against the sheets, still gripping on tight as he heard Germany remove his belt and tug down his pants and boxers before settling himself back on top of Italy, his erection pressing against his entrance. Germany leant down and kissed gently behind Italy's ear, "I love you..." he said softly as he slowly pushed into the Italian, groaning slightly. Italy gasped, sitting up slightly and pushing back against him, shuddering in pleasure as Germany slid in deeper. The Germany bit his lip, he grabbed a tight hold of Italy's waist as he begun to thrust into him, slowly at first, but then began to gather speed as it soon became easier and Italy's constant noises of approval were fuelling him on.

Italy bit his lip, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the sheets, Germany shifted slightly to find a new trajectory, brushing up against Italy's prostate, "Ah! Ah...G-Germany...ohhh..." Italy groaned softly as Germany continued to thrust against that one spot, getting faster and harder as his climax approached.

"I-Italy...oh Gott..." Germany pulled back until he was almost completely out of the Italian before slamming back in, coming hard. Italy let out a loud cry, collapsing onto the bed as he felt Germany's hot seed fill his body, Germany slowly pulled out of him, collapsing down next to him, half on, half off the bed. Both lay panting heavily for a few moments before Germany slowly sat up, pulling his pants back up. Italy soon joined him, still breathing heavily as he climbed into Germany's lap, kissing him gently.

"I love you too..." he managed to say softly, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion took over.

Germany smiled, throwing back the covers and wrapping the Italian up, tucking him in and gently brushing back his fringe from his now slightly sweaty forehead, "...goodnight Italy." he whispered, pressing a gently kiss to his forehead.

Italy grabbed hold of his hand as he felt Germany try to get up, "Don't go." he whispered pleadingly, nuzzling his cheek against Germany's hand.

Germany bit his lip, sighing softly, "Italy, I want more than anything to stay...but I'm trying to get on your bruders good side, you know how he'll get if he catches me in bed with you in the morning."

Italy nodded slowly, sighing, "Okay..."

Germany smiled sadly, pecking his lips, "I'll be right outside, call me if you need me ja?"

"Sì...I love you Germany...and I forgive you."

Germany kissed him again, grinning, "Thank you Italy, I love you too...sleep tight, I'll see you in the morning." he got up to leave, turning off the light as he reached the door, blowing Italy a kiss as he softly shut it behind him. He sighed deeply, 'Well...I should probably put Romano to bed and get outside...' Germany trudged back downstairs to the living room, noting with slight panic that Romano had woken up and was standing in the living room, holding onto a blanket and a pillow.

"What were you doing up there?" he asked, glaring at the German yet failing slightly as he was so tired.

"I was...just using the bathroom." Germany said awkwardly, avoiding Romano's gaze.

Romano narrowed his eyes, "Right, whatever."

Germany sighed, "Well, see you in the morning." he said as he reached for the front door.

"Hey, bastard." Germany turned back around as Romano threw the blanket and pillow into his arms, "You can sleep on the sofa." Romano said quietly as he starting ascending the stairs.

Germany stared at him, "Oh..." he smiled slightly, "Danke Romano."

Romano cringed slightly, "Don't mention it." he turned around to face him, "Ever."

Germany smirked slightly, looking down at the pillow and blanket in his arms, 'Well as long as I don't wake up blindfolded and kidnapped, I think Romano might be starting to like me...or at least tolerate me.

Yay for Germany/Italy times :) (also I'm aware this chapter took a bit longer to post than usual but I literally just didn't know what to write XD) but don't worry the rest is sorted it was just this chapter that I was stumped on (hence the random imput of sex XD)

Buon compleanno - Happy Birthday

Reviews are love :)