D.C. looked at him for a few seconds before screaming. "How can you not know?!"

"I don't know! But one thing's for sure- I am a virgin!"

"An 18-year-old virgin? One, that's a lie. Two, you're clearly not a virgin if you just gave birth to a baby."

Switzerland held the baby close to his chest. "But... he's mine."

D.C. sighed, grabbing Switzerland's arm. "Honey." He looked over at her. "You have to do something."

"I'm not giving him up. He's mine and I love him."

"What about DNA testing? If we get a DNA sample, we can take it in, and after a week or so, we'll find out who the father is. It's easy, and it won't hurt him."

Switzerland looked down at the baby. His eyes were open, revealing emerald green eyes, like his own. He had thin little wisps of black- not blond- hair on the top of his head. The baby yawned, making Switzerland smile. "Black hair and my eyes. How many black-haired countries do you know?"

"Honda, Yáo, Roderich, Leon, Juan, and Chaiya."

"There's also you."

"I'm African-American. I don't count, hon."

Switzerland sighed. "I need to name him, but... I want to find out who the father is, first."

D.C. nodded. "Alright. In the meantime, he's just... the baby."

England carefully got saliva from out of the baby's mouth, taking the swab and putting it into a sample bag. "We'll send it off to the lab; you should get your results tomorrow." He chuckled. "Your baby's adorable. Much cuter than mine was."

"Agreed," D.C. said, not even joking. "Matt, however..." She blushed. "Those baby pictures were adorable!"

Switzerland sneered. The only thing worse than having a capital around was having a capital that openly despised you and wanted you dead so they could take over the country. That's exactly how D.C. was; she hated the real America to the core and wished he would die just so she could become the new America. On the inside, Switzerland was hoping that his son wouldn't grow up to be like that to him or... whoever the father was.

"What's his name?" England asked.

"I'm waiting for tomorrow to decide that," Switzerland explained. He smiled as he rocked his son back and forth.

"Your boyfriend?" England teased D.C.

"Nah," she said casually. "I've got a girlfriend." The image of Seychelles popped back into her mind.

England chuckled as they walked out. "Take care, you two!"

"Who do you think it is, Basch?"

Switzerland thought for a minute. "Roderich."

"Why?"

"Roderich," he repeated.

D.C. never got her answer.