Thank you for the reviews again. This series is getting close to the end! I don't want it to stop! But I've got another pregnancy story planned, so don't worry.

Month 6

Family was getting to be a real problem for Germany. She loved them all in their own special way, but even so...sometimes it seemed like they were more prepared and excited for this baby than she was. But, the again, she wasn't one to be excited or get nervous...usually.

Prussia had decided to go out to a book store and buy as many pregnancy books as they had. He, Italy, Romano, and Japan had all read each of them at least twice, but Germany had yet to pick even one up. Now, whenever she or the others would have a lapse in conversation, the new topic of discussion was always the baby or pregnancy. Quite frankly, Germany wished she hadn't told any of them she was expecting.

Then there was this lovely little thing called Couvade Syndrome. Prussia seemed to be the one most affected by it, complaining that he couldn't sleep well at night or his back hurt more often. Germany would often reply that "at least he didn't look like he had a basketball up his shirt". Italy hadn't really been exhibiting signs of it, but he had developed insomnia, along with poor Germany. Sometimes, the two would sit downstairs and be exhausted together.

"Germany-chan, have you considered building a nursery for the child?" Japan asked, sipping his green tea in a refined matter. It was dinner time, which of course meant it was "talk-about-the-baby-time".

"Huh?" she asked. "A nursery? Well, of course I've considered it. I just don't know where we have room to build one."

"Ve, what about your office Germany? We could move your desk into the den!" Italy had stopped shoveling pasta into his mouth long enough to answer. Germany thought about it for a moment before sighing and giving in.

"My office? Well...after that fiasco with my boss, I guess there's no harm in remodeling it for the baby." Prussia almost choked on his beer.

"I wanna help!" he yelled, slamming a hand down on the table and setting his face in a determined smile. "I'm totally awesome at decorating and stuff!"

"You know who else is? Poland!" Italy clapped his hands together. "Maybe we could call him! I bet he would love to help! He would probably make our little principessa a beautiful bedroom!"

"Speaking of bedrooms," Prussia said, swallowing a particularly large gulp of beer. "Italy, don't you think you should sleep with Germany now?" Germany jumped and dropped her fork. So did Romano.

"Excuse me, bruder?!" she cried, her face bright red. Romano's face was in a similar state. "I-I think...I don't think that's necessary!"

"Ha!" Prussia laughed, downing more beer as he laughed. "I don't mean like that! The damage has already been done!" Prussia gestured towards her belly and then became serious. "I mean you should move into Ita-chan's bedroom."

"Why would I do that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because, according to "What to Expect when You're Expecting", you could technically go into labor now."

"What?!"

"Thus, you should move into Italy's bedroom, so he can make sure you're all right during the night!" Germany had to admit—Prussia had a point...for once. And besides, she would enjoy having someone to spend her awful, sleepiness nights with.

"...okay. I'll move in with Italy."

"Ve!" Italy cried, throwing his arms around Germany and squishing her in a bear hug. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her belly. "Bambina, you get to sleep with daddy from now on! Isn't that exciting?!"

"Italy, what are you doing?"

"Jesus West, didn't you read any of the books we bought?" Prussia rolled his eyes and cracked open another beer. Romano glared at him. "The baby can hear your voice and ours. She's listening to everything we say."

"Yeah, and if we talk to her enough, she'll recognize our voices when she's born!" Italy smiled and continued rubbing her belly. Germany just sighed.

The rest of dinner was full of various facts being thrown at her, the men chastising her for not knowing enough about her own pregnancy, and Italy insisting she eat more pasta ("Remember, you are eating for two now!")

After dinner, Prussia, Romano and Japan helped Germany moved her clothes and other various necessities into Italy's bedroom while said man called Poland and asked for help decorating, to which Poland happily and eagerly agreed.

"You know, I can help!" Germany sighed, crossing her arms as she watched her friends and brother carry her things. "I'm not completely useless."

"No, no that's quite alright." Japan said, flashing her a gentle smile. "You aren't supposed to be carrying heavy things."

"I wasn't aware that clothes were considered heavy." Germany muttered.

"Hormones." Prussia whispered into Japan's ear.

Germany wasn't used to sleeping with someone else. True, she had shared a bed with Italy more than a few times: when he got scared at night or lonely, when there was a thunderstorm and she got scared, and that night when their daughter had been conceived. But now, she just felt awkward, laying in her old t-shirt and a pair of Prussia's sweat-pants.

"Ah, good night, Germany!" Italy sighed and snuggled under the covers after kissing her cheek. "Good night, bambina!" he kissed her belly as well and then laid his hand against it. "Ooh, that was a big kick! She knows it's her daddy!"

"S-she does not!" Germany's face was red again, and as she turned away from Italy, she tried hard to think of dead puppies, naked Prussia, Russia, and vomit.

"Maybe we should get you some real pajamas so you won't have to wear Prussia's clothes anymore. Maybe a few cute dresses, with some ribbons...maybe a pink one..." Italy lost himself in a fantasy of Germany in a lacy pink dress, with a matching ribbon in her hair.

"A dress? Why would I need that?" she asked.

"Because! Soon your belly is going to be too big for Prussia's shirts and pants!" Italy patted his daughter once more before rolling over and sighing contentedly. "We can go shopping tomorrow! Hey, we'll go when the others are building the nursery, okay?"

"...o-okay."

"Yay! Buonanotte, Germany!"

"Gute nacht, Italy."

"Ti amo, Germany."

"I-Ich liebe dich...Italy." and she fell asleep with Italy's arms wrapped around her middle.

I love fluff. It's so cute. And I'm going to finish this series by tomorrow and start a new one by tomorrow as well.

Hopefully maybe by tonight. It will have teenage chibitalia. And it will be full of angst and cuteness.

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SausageMahoney98/Fagan