I made my way to the smell of maple syrup. I self-consciously smoothed down my ruffled hair. Prussia had his face full of pancakes. He stopped chewing when he spotted me.
"You know, I can't get my finger on why, but I'm pretty sure that I don't like you," he said.
"I like totally know that feeling. I'm pretty sure I don't like you either," I said in my best sweetly sarcastic voice.
"Well, since we've got that out of the way and neither one of us knows what we did, let's try our best to get along." He offered me a plate of pancakes.
I nodded in agreement and took the steaming plate of pancakes. We ate silently together for a moment. Prussia looked up at me occasionally. A puzzled look was still present on his face. I tried my best to ignore it. I had other things to worry about. His name was Liet. I wracked my brains for anything else I could remember. I felt like I had known him all my life but not at all.
Italy yawned as she entered the room. "Oh! You guys are up already. That's good! I woke up early because I was so excited to figure out who you are!" she said to me. What time was it? I wondered. With the sun this high in the sky, I didn't think it was that early.
"Where's Germany?" I asked.
"Oh, he's probably making last minute renovations on the baby's room. Anyway, tell me all that you can remember from before the spell," she replied.
"I really can't remember like anything. Except, well, I've been having these dreams about this like totally hot guy…"
"AAAAAAAND, this conversation just went really unawesome really fast. I think I'll go see what West is up to," Prussia said as he got up from the table. He went down the hallway.
Italy smiled brightly. "He might be your true love! True love's kiss can break any spell, you know! That's what happened with me and Germany. When I was young I was a cute little girl pretending to be a by, than I ate a tomato and a fairy turned me into a real boy. Then I kissed Germany and changed back into a girl. Maybe something like that happened to you."
"Yeah! Like when I woke up there was a fairy. She said that she had turned me into a girl!"
Italy looked at my face and thought for a moment. "Nope! I don't even remember a boy who looked like you. Whatever! Let's go through your stuff!"
I brought out the two bags I had brought with me. Italy opened the bag with all of the pink clothes. She looked really confused as she pulled out each article of clothing. "I thought you said you were a boy…"
"Apparently I was a pretty strange boy," I said gauging her reaction to each piece of clothing.
"Oh! These are mine!" She pulled out a pink shirt and skirt along with a pair of sandals. "We must have been friends before!" she said excitedly.
"Well, now that I think about it, you're fireplace looks like one that I saw in one of my dreams. The clothes that we were wearing were really wet."
"Germany and I must have leant you some clothes while you were visiting! Now who was the last person to visit us…?" she pondered.
I pulled up the other bag and fished out my precious folded sweet smelling uniform. "What about this one? Do you recognize this uniform?"
Italy took the clothes from me and carefully unfolded them. Her eyes went bright. "Oh, I know! These are Lithuania's! If I remember correctly he got caught in the rain on his way looking for something and stopped here. You must have been with him then!"
"Lithuania…Liet! That's the guy from my dreams!"
"That's so wonderful! I'll you have to do is find him and kiss him…oh no."
I wondered if her thought had gone the same trail as mine. "I know. I probably won't be a girl anymore. This is going to be tricky."
"No not that. My water…it broke." Italy's face went white as a sheet. She started hyperventilating. Fluid ran out from under her unto the floor. Looks like Liet was going to have to wait for a bit.
"Like oh my god! Is there like anything I can do?"
It didn't even look like she could hear me. She let out a blood-curdling scream. "GERMANY!"
Two sets of footsteps echoed through the hallway. Germany was tripping over himself to get over to his wife. "What happened?" he asked his wife. She was unable to respond and grabbed his hand.
"What happened?" he asked me.
"She's going into labor!" What was I supposed to do? I couldn't remember anything helpful.
Germany's face went blank. He had morphed into highly efficient mode. He picked up his wife carefully.
"It hurts so much!" Italy said a bit calmer now.
"It'll be all right. Remember what we practiced. Just keep breathing in and out. You!" He indicated to me. "Get some hot water!" Germany rushed off to their bedroom.
It seemed like it took forever for the water to get hot. The water sloshed in the basin as I carried it back to their room. Italy was lying on her bed. Half of it was covered in towels. Italy was significantly calmer than she had earlier. She had Germany's hand tightly gripped in hers. She was breathing in gasps. Germany used his other hand to wipe the sweat off of her face.
"Someone…tell…Romano!" she said in between gasps.
"We could try calling him…" Germany said.
Italy shook her head. "It's the harvest time. They wouldn't be able to hear the phone ring. Someone needs to go over there and get them."
"Well, I'm not going to leave you. Romano probably wouldn't even listen to what Prussia has to say." Germany turned to me. "Could I ask you to go over to Romano's?"
I nodded and ran out the door. This seemed like the only thing that I could do at a moment like this. I didn't really know where I was going but I let my legs carry me away down the skinny dirt path.
After a while I came across fields of green vines and bright red fruits. I had a feeling I was getting close. There was a girl with her head tied back and a large straw hat picking tomatoes and setting them into a crate.
"Excuse me!" I said breathlessly. "I need Romano!"
She smiled at me. She stood up from her crouched position. "Oh? You're not one of his former girlfriends, are you?"
"Would you shut up about that already? I thought I told you…" A man a few rows over popped his head over the plants. He looked a bit like Italy. I was guessing this was Romano. He looked over to me. He didn't look as cheery as his sister. "Who the fuck are you?"
I ignored his question. "Your sister…Italy…She's having the baby!" I said.
Both of their eyes went wide. Romano rushed through the plants so fast that his hat fell off, exposing the curl that matched his sister's. Once he got to path I was on he hesitated and paused. He turned around and held his hand out to the woman. "H-Hurry up, Spain!" Even tough his face was away from me, I could hear the blush through his voice.
Spain smiled and took his hand. She pulled herself up out of the field bed. "Race you!" she said as she took off.
Romano was faster than Spain, but they were both to fast for me. It took all that I could just to keep them in my sights. Romano taunted Spain by running backwards in front of her. Germany's house was almost I sight. Romano turned around, determined to win their little race.
"Oh, Romano!" Spain called out. Romano turned his head around, but it was too late for him to stop what was going to happen. Spain tackled Romano to the ground. She kissed him making Romano temporarily forget about the race. She went to get up to beat him to the door, but Romano dragged her down. He rolled so that he was on top of her.
He kissed her until she was breathless. "As if that would fucking work," he muttered. However, Spain wasn't going to give up with out a fight. She locked her legs around Romano's waist and her arms around his neck. She gave him a sly smile. He sighed. "You just have to make everything more difficult, don't you?"
By this time I was caught up to their little love fest. With Spain still attached to him he got off the ground and made his way to the door. I slipped in ahead of them. He walked in backwards, just so he could get in first. Spain pouted. Romano kneeled in front of the couch so that she could sit. He kissed her sweetly. " I won!" he said, a smug smile lit his face. At this moment, his resemblance to his sister looked the strongest.
Italy screamed out. "Veneziano!" Romano realized why he was here in the first place. Spain released him. Romano went straight to the room. Italy let out another scream and Romano came back out. His face was as white as a sheet.
Spain smiled and shook her head. She got up off the couch, grabbed Romano's hand and headed back into the room with him.
Not long after, a new scream filled the air. A high shrill one. I joined everyone else in the room. Tears of happiness were in everyone's eyes. Italy was lying exhausted on the bed. Romano was holding her hand, and Spain was holding his. I saw Germany on the other side of the bed. He held a tiny pink bundle in his arms. He allowed everyone to see the precious person in his arms. He carried a little girl with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Only a few minutes old and she looked like she was smiling.
"Everyone," he said in a low voice full of emotion. "Meet the Republic of the Deutschland and Italia Commonwealth."