I decided to update again. I think that rain really motivates me to write, because it's just been pouring here for about a week straight now and I've almost filled up two notebooks.
Month 3
Germany was, in a way, glad that she had told Prussia and Romano she was pregnant. Now she didn't have to sneak around. Still, there was the small matter of a certain Axis member named Japan, who blushed every time she unzipped her jacket. It was a delicate situation.
"Japan," she said, sitting down in the chair across from his and smiling feebly. "I have something..." she shook her head and tried to clear it of any irrelevant thoughts. "Something to tell you that may come as some of a shock. Don't I, Italy?"
"Sí, she's having a baby Japan! Isn't that great?!" Italy cried, throwing his arms into the air and grinning obliviously at the scene he had just created. Germany's mouth fell open in complete astonishment.
"You...dummkopf! That's not what we agreed to say!" she yelled, furious with him once again. Japan just stared at Italy, not really sure what to say.
He, being the wise person he was, had already figured it out. It didn't take a genius to put the clues together—Germany had stopped drinking beer, Italy had started making healthier dinners and insisting she eat at least two helpings, and both Prussia and Italy had been treating her as if she was made of glass. That, and the fact that he had overheard her whispering to Italy about it.
"It's alright, Germany-chan, I already knew of this." he said, slightly flustered as he attempted to calm his friend down. She stopped choking Italy long enough to gape at Japan.
"You did?! How—I mean...o-oh, really?" a weak smile tugged at her lips. "I...well, good, good...now that that's over with...um...I'm just going to...I should probably...I have to—" after stumbling over her words for a while, she stepped out of the kitchen awkwardly and headed upstairs. Italy smiled and grabbed hold of Japan's hand.
"Isn't it great, ve? She's gonna be such a cute mommy!"
"Hai, she will be wonderful." that poor child...
"Japan, do you think I will be a good daddy?" he asked, serious all of the sudden. Japan still hadn't gotten used to these abrupt mood changes.
"Er...what? Um, yes, of course. You will be wonderful as well."
"Thanks...because..." Italy frowned and sighed, staring at the ground with a hurt look on his face and tears brimming on the corners of his eyes. "I...I don't think Germany trusts me with this." and then, just like that, he was back to his old cheery self again. "But I'll work hard at my training and show Germany that I'll be the perfect daddy! I won't fail her or the bambino! Just watch!" and then he sped out of the room, hurrying to hold up his baby mama's hair as she threw up in the upstairs bathroom.
Romano walked into the kitchen, rolling his eyes as Italy sped by.
"Stupid bitch..." he muttered, glancing towards the ceiling. Japan cocked his head, confused.
"Romano-kun...aren't you happy to be an uncle?" Romano blushed and stammered slightly.
"O-of course I am! I just...I want...I want Feli to be with someone because they make him happy, not just because they're having his stupid bastard kid!" he rubbed the back of his neck and his blush deepened. "But of course I'll love the little monello...I have to...because...well, I—"
"Ha! Looks like pregnancy isn't gonna be a cake-walk for a certain someone!" Prussia yelled up the stairs. Germany responded by swearing loudly at him, which caused Italy to panic ("Germany! Don't say those words, the baby can hear you!").
Japan's eyes widened.
"Romano-kun?! Is it true?! Do you really—"
"Fuck you brudder! And fuck your stupid baby, Feliciano!"
"Wah! Don't say that, he can hear you!"
"Why do always think it's going to be a boy?!"
Romano nodded and blushed again.
"Yeah yeah, don't repeat it...it's embarrassing enough without you saying it over and over again..."
And with that, he left the room, leaving Japan to sit and sweat over what had been said just moments before.
What on Earth did Romano say?
Sincerely,
SausageMahoney98/Fagan