I really have no idea why I feel the need to write so much lately. I'm not complaining...it's just really weird, because sometimes I see it as a chore.
Month 4
Germany couldn't deny the fact that she was nervous as her friends squeezed into the tiny room where she was having her ultrasound done. The technician looked rather surprised to see so man spectators.
"Big family, huh?" she asked, chuckling slightly. Germany sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that."
"Alright, who's the daddy?" the technician asked, looking briefly at each of the men who were packed shoulder to shoulder. Italy smiled and took Germany's hand, winking.
"That's me." he cried cheerfully. The technician smiled, her heart fluttering. He was...well, quite adorable.
"Before we begin, would two-" she said, gesturing to Italy and Germany, "like to know the sex?
"I...well, I think it would be better if it was a surprise." Italy said, rubbing his nose in an Eskimo-kiss against his friend's belly. Germany frowned and rolled her eyes again—one of the downsides to being pregnant was the fact that everyone always wanted to feel your belly. Germany didn't really why. After all, it didn't feel any different from usual, though she had switched to wearing t-shirts instead of her button-up army jacket and uniform.
"Yes, I'd rather wait. But all of you stop touching me!" the technician laughed and moved forward, causing all the males surroundings Germany to back up a bit. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, I'm just going to pull your shirt up a little bit and then we'll begin." Romano blushed after hearing this.
"Wait a minute, what?" he cried, staring incredulously at the nurse. She looked confused for a moment before laughing again.
"Oh no, sweetie, just a little bit. It's not coming off completely." she answered, already planning on how she would tell her family all about this over dinner. It wasn't every day four boys and one girl decided to get an ultrasound done, and when it happened, it had never been this strange.
The nurse (who's name tag read "Margaret") spread the cool gel over Germany's belly, who tensed up and squeezed Italy's hand tightly. He grinned at her and played with a lock of her hair.
"Doitsu, don't be silly. It's only gel, it won't hurt you!" she grit her teeth and tried not to yell.
"I know. It was just cool, doofus." Italy smiled and turned towards the screen eagerly, as did the others.
"Okay, just let me explain a little bit before we continue. The lighter parts of the picture are tissue and cartilage, and the darker parts are amniotic fluid. It'll take about ten minutes for me to collect all the necessary information, and then well have a nice, long talk about how to stay healthy and when to schedule your next appointment." Germany nodded once. Luckily for her, she was paying attention—everyone else in the room seemed much too excited. Prussia ruffled her hair affectionately and grinned goofily.
"Awesome Uncle Gilbert is ready to see his awesome nichte oder neffe!" he cried, staring intently at the grey television screen.
The technician waved the transducer over the gel a few times before an image appeared on screen. It was a blurry, grey blob, with a few features barely visible. And then, the image cleared, and suddenly, Germany found herself staring at her baby. Her precious little baby, her son or daughter.
"There they are." the technician smiled and pointed at the screen. "See? There's the head, and there's an arm." for a moment, the room was dead silent. Everyone stared breathlessly at the tiny human projected on the screen. A tiny arm flickered up, almost as if the baby were saying hello.
"Aw Jesus," Prussia muttered, wiping at his eyes furiously. Germany smiled up at him and chuckled.
"Don't cry, bruder, it's okay!"
"Look at the little thing...it's t-totally awesome already..." he sniffled. Prussia wasn't the only one with misty eyes, however. Italy leaned down and kissed his ally's forehead in the heat of the moment.
"Doitsu...she's...she's beautiful..." he said, winking at her. Germany grinned and bounced his curl lightly.
"You finally accepted the fact that it could be a girl." she whispered. Italy laughed and looked back at the screen.
Japan remained silent, for he hadn't been watching the tiny human on the monitor. He had been watching the surly Italian standing next to him. Ever since Romano had admitted his love for Germany, Japan had wondered how he would feel about doing these sorts of things with everyone. He wondered if Romano was wishing he was in his brother's place right now.
"You know what?" Germany said, snapping Japan back to attention. "Screw it. I want to know the gender." Prussia whooped and clapped her on the shoulder.
"Atta girl! I knew you wouldn't do this to Uncle Gilbert!" she gave him a confused look and then stuck her tongue out at him, apparently not mature enough to forget juvenile insults.
"I'm not doing this for you! I'm doing this so he-" she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder at Italy, who startled, "can start calling it by it's proper gender!"
"I know it's gonna be a boy." Prussia bragged. "I'll teach him to play video games, ride motorcycles-"
"Nein! No motorcycles! Absolutely not!"
"Fine, then I'll show him how to sword fight and play poker and-"
"What the hell are you trying to teach my kid?!" she cried. Prussia laughed and flicked her.
"The art of being awesome, of course!" the technician moved the transducer slightly a few times before she smiled and addressed the screen.
"Okay, I'm in the right position. Let me just check real quick..."
"Fifty bucks says it's a boy!" Prussia yelled.
"You just lost fifty bucks." Margaret said, shaking Italy's hand and then Germany's. "Congratulations, it's a little girl."
"Ha! I fucking told you it was going to be a girl!" Germany crowed.
All the other men in the room cheered, even Romano. Prussia looked rather shell-shocked for a moment before letting out a cry of, "A little nichte! A prinzessin! Ha!" his smile faltered for a moment before he covered his eyes shamefully. "Shit, I'm going to start crying again!" Italy patted his back.
"Don't cry, nī-chan!"
"But look at her! She's so cute and tiny and awesome and small and stuff!" he sobbed. Germany rolled her eyes at her brother's hysterics.
"I'll be back in a moment. I'm just going to print a few copies of these, and then I'll be back and we'll go over prenatal care, alright?" Margaret left the room and walked down the hall, chuckling to herself. Her day had just been made much more interesting.
"Look at her, Germany." Italy murmured, holding her hand tightly as they laid together on the couch later that evening. Prussia, after crying yet again, had decided to turn in early. Japan had gone to bed a long while ago, and Romano had decided to return to Spain's house for the night.
"She's perfect, isn't she? 20 weeks old and she's already beautiful." she placed a hand on her belly and grinned. Rarely were the times when she felt as though she could generally smile. But this was one of them, and she doubted that she would ever have another moment exactly like this one.
"Are you excited to see her, Germany?"
"Yeah, I'm as excited as any new mutti would be. And I can tell that Prussia's going to spoil her rotten." she sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes I just don't know about the guy...sure, he raised me, and look at how I turned out-"
"Pregnant at 20, unmarried-"
"Shut it!" she grinned and shoved a pillow playfully bed Italy's face, holding it down until he stopped struggling. "I turned out just fine. And hopefully, our little-" she froze, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.
"Germany? Germany, what's wrong?! Are you okay?! Ve, what's wrong?!"
"I-I...it just...it just moved!"
"Ve...wait, what?"
"It moved! Holy shit, it moved!" she yelled, laying a hand across her belly. "It moved...it's really alive in there..."
"Of course it's alive in there! It moved on the tv!"
"Yeah, but I didn't feel it that time. I didn't expect it to move until two weeks from now." Italy watched her in fascination. "Here, give me your hand."
"What?"
"Give me your hand!" she took his in her own and splayed his fingers over the slight bump in her t-shirt. Italy waited for a moment, and then another moment, and then another moment, and then-
"Merda..." he whispered. "I...she's really moving around, huh?"
"Yeah." Germany whispered. Then, she began to laugh. "Hey, would you like to see something hilarious?" Italy cocked his head in confusion.
"What do you mean?" she grinned and then cupped a hand around her mouth.
"Watch this. PRUSSIA! THE BABY'S MOVING!" nearly two seconds later, the sound of someone almost falling down the stairs echoed through the house.
Aww, adorable Prussia is adorable. So cute. Heh, wait 'till he gets to feel it move. And wait until he figures out that babies can recognize voices.
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