I'm terribly, terribly sorry for taking forever to update. I just...life sucks, y'know? It eats up all your time and right when you think things are going your way—BAM! It kicks you directly in the nuts. But here's a good chapter to make up for my absence.

Month 2

Germany sighed as she paced the length of her bedroom, arguing furiously with herself. She had been called into work today, and she knew that she would have to tell her boss that she was pregnant and wouldn't be able to come to work for a while. But that was the exact problem.

Nations were not supposed to have children unless instructed to do so. And even when they were, there was a lot of paperwork to be done, lots of meetings to be held, and not to mention territory agreements to be made. It was a big hassle, and an unplanned country hadn't happened in centuries. The most recent one had been America, and people still weren't sure how he was born. Britain claimed to be his father, but everyone knew that he had found the baby abandoned in a field somewhere. Still, he was a nation, so his parents had to have been nations, or at least one of them.

Germany was sure he boss would flip out at her. He would yell, ask her why she had been so stupid, tell her she had screwed herself and her country, and then probably dock her pay, or worse...fire her! The mere thought of being fired sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't be fired, not when she had a baby on the way to support!

"This is all Italy's fault..." she muttered under her breath, sitting down on her bed and burying her face in her hands. "All Italy's fault..."

"What's Italy's fault? What'd he do know?" Germany startled as her brother kicked open her bedroom door and waltzed in as if he owned the place.

"B-Bruder! You scared the...why are you in here?!" she screeched, paling now that she understood he had overheard her talking to herself. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"

"Yeah, I've heard of it. I just can't be bothered to waste time doing something so stupid."

"What if I had been changing?!"

"Pfft! I used to take baths with you when you were little! I wouldn't care!"

Germany clenched her fists and grit her teeth. She knew enough about pregnancy to know that stress wasn't good for the baby, which meant Prussia also wasn't good for the baby. Her older brother would stop at nothing to irritate her, it seemed. Whether it be drinking all the beer before she even got a single can or using all the hot water in the shower, the two siblings were almost always at each other's throats. And most of the time it was Prussia's fault.

"Can you please just leave me alone?" she sighed and cradled her head in her hands again. "I'm really in no mood to talk." Prussia rolled his eyes and harrumphed.

"Oh Jesus, now you're going to do this."

"Do what?"

"Make me feel guilty! Now that I know you're upset, I have to be a big bruder and ask you what's wrong." he sat down heavily next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his expression a rather embarrassed one.

"Nothing's wrong..." she lied and turned away from him, only to hear Prussia snort in protest.

"C'mon West! How stupid do you think I am? Something's been bugging you for a while now, and from the looks of it, your friendship with Italy is kaput!"

Germany began to argue with herself yet again, debating her options furiously. The way she saw it, she had two options: the first was to cry on Gilbert's shoulder and confess everything, and the second was to lie until the pregnancy became too obvious to hide anymore.

"Ludkhannah...please tell me?" Prussia rarely used her human name. She knew now was the time to say it if there ever was a time.

"Prussia...bruder...I'm...I'm...Ich bin schwanger." she whispered.

For a moment, Germany thought that Prussia must not have heard her correctly, because his smile froze in place and his eyes stared straight ahead. Then his smile slipped off his face to be replaced by a slightly nauseated expression, and a much paler complexion than usual.

"O-oh...ha ha, West, you...you really got me!" he tried to laugh it off, his eyes begging Germany to laugh along with him. But when his sister began to sniffle, Prussia knew that she had gotten herself into a mess. "Jesus Luddy...say it ain't so!"

"You wanted to know! So I told you, and now you don't believe me!"

"But...you...who...wer ist der vater?!" he cried, hoping against hope that the answer wasn't what he thought it was. Germany stared at him with a sort of 'Duh' expression. "Ficken...it's Italy, isn't it?" she nodded and laid her head on Prussia's shoulder, whimpering pitifully.

"Please don't be mad at him bruder..." she sniffed. "It's not completely his fault."

"But do you know how much trouble this means for the rest of us? It's not just gonna affect you! You two have a child of out an agreement and wedlock! That's just...well, it's absurd!"

"America was out of wedlock and agreement..."

"But that's America! Luddy, what are you going to do?" there was no reply. "Who else knows?" still no reply. "No one."

"Yeah, you and Italy are the only ones." she mumbled, wiping her eyes. Prussia sighed and fell back onto his sister's bed, his arms behind his head as wild thoughts chased each other inside his head.

His little sister was pregnant with his best friend's kid. His idiot best friend's kid, and now she was a wreck, the world was teetering in the brink of insanity, and so was he. After all, this wasn't news to be taken lightly.

"Holy fuck, I'm gonna be an uncle." he murmured, his eyes widening and a small grin creeping onto his lips. "I'm gonna be an awesome Uncle Prussia to a little mädchen oder junge! And you're gonna be a mutti! And awesome mutti, but not quite as awesome as awesome Uncle Prussia."

"Stop saying awesome."

"Awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome."

"I hate you sometimes." Germany grumbled, laying down beside her brother and watching him intently. "But...what if...what if my boss makes me get rid of the baby? I mean, a new nation could wreak havoc on the world!"

"I won't let him. He'll have to get through me before he lays a hand on my sister and nichte oder neffe!" Germany, despite the feeling of wild panic running rampant through her blood, managed a small smile at that. Prussia was...happy. He wasn't angry or upset or freaked out like she had been.

"So far," she chuckled, "you're a better mutti than I am."

"Feli! You little butt-muncher!" Prussia cried, bursting out of Germany's bedroom moments later and putting the much smaller boy in a headlock. "Congrats, man! You're going to be a vatti to my sister's kleine! It's gonna be the cutest little thing ever!"

"V-ve! Prussia! I can't breathe!" now he knew where Germany got her super-strength from. Prussia let one of his crazy laughs loose and then raced to the fridge grabbing two beers and tossing one to Italy, who just barely caught it.

"Have a beer to celebrate! Here's to new life!" Prussia whooped. Germany rolled her eyes at her brother—he seemed to be the most excited one out f all of them. "So, you think it's gonna be a boy or a girl?"

"Is what gonna be a boy or girl?" Italy and Germany both froze in horror as Italy's older brother, Romano, entered the kitchen, eying Prussia suspiciously. "What the hell are you talking about?" Prussia ignored both of the other countries' frantic gestures to keep quiet and threw Romano an aluminum can, which he hastily dropped in disgust.

Germany felt her heart speed up so fast, she was sure that Romano could hear it from where he was standing. It wasn't that she didn't like Romano; it was Romano who didn't like her. She hadn't ever done anything to him, and somehow he had decided she was a mortal enemy.

"Heh! Didn't you hear?" Prussia chuckled. "You're going to be an uncle, like me! But not as awesome as one, ya hear?" Romano tripped on his own feet and tumbled to the ground, his eyes widening.

"WHAT?!" he whipped his head around to face Italy. "How the hell did you manage to get pregnant, eh?!" Germany decided to come to poor Italy's rescue by stepping over to Romano and offering him hand, which he quickly slapped away.

"Don't be ridiculous! He's not the one who's pregnant! I am!" she snapped. Romano's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. He glanced at her stomach, and then back at her, and then back at her stomach before finally screaming.

"God! Why me?! Why did my first nipote have to come from this potato bitch?!"

"Romano! Don't call her that! Germany is the mama of my bambino, and she's precious to me!" Italy yelled, frowning at his brother.

"This whole thing is your damn fault, jerk!" he jabbed an accusatory finger at his little brother, who startled. "If you had just kept it in your pants, none of this would be happening!"

"Shut up!" Germany yelled. "All of this fighting isn't doing anyone any good. The simple fact is I'm pregnant and we only have a few months before a new county arrives. So, while you three children play around, I'm going to get some actual work done." she spun around on her heel and walked towards the door, ready to tell her boss.

His reaction couldn't possibly have gone any worse than the two before-hand, right?

So there you have it. Now both Prussia and Romano know. And yes, female Germany's human name is Ludkhannah. It was the closet female German name I could find to Ludwig.

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