sorry its been awhile... here you people go
It was now the morning of the World Conference. "Germany, are we there yet?" Italy was sitting in the back seat with Prussia complaining. "No, not yet, we still have about another hour left." Germany looked back from the passenger seat. "Why couldn't we go later." Italy was whining more "It's too early!" It was about six in the morning, and they woke up at five. "Then take a nap in the car, you're annoying me." Prussia looked over to the whining italian. "You'd think that me or Germany would be the tired ones." "Yeah." Canada agreed focusing on the road. "I can't fall asleep in a car though. It's too distracting." Germany tuned out everything and looked out the window until they got to the building that the meeting was being held in. The room was filled with the different countries. All sitting in their spot waiting for the meeting to begin. America was late as usual, but so was England. It was quite odd. "Ah Germany, it has been a while since I have seen you." Japan tapped on Germany's shoulder. "Yes, it's been a while. Things have gotten kind of busy though." "Really? How so?" Suddenly the door Bursted open "Sorry I'm late dudes!" America wasn't even in there for two seconds and he was already irritating everyone. "Finally, it can start now ~Aru" China could be heard from his seat. Three boring hours later of nothing but yelling and arguing, the meeting was over and done with. Some were leaving, but others stayed to chat with eachother. Italy wanted to stay and chat with Romano and Spain. "FRATELLO!" Italy exclaimed as he found his brother with Spain, running up to them and wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "It's good to see you amigo!" Spain hugged him back. Romano didn't say anything, in fact he looked a pale. Germany looked at him and Romano flipped him off. Germany rolled his eyes and waited in the doorway for Italy. Italy chatted with his brother and Spain for a couple minutes until he remembered that Germany was waiting for him. "Oh, sorry Germany, I lost track of time." Germany chuckled, for some odd reason he was in a good mood. "If you want you can keep talking to them, I'm going to take a bathroom break." Italy thanked him and then let Germany go. Germany was washing his hands at the sink when he heard footsteps behind him. "Potato bastard." It was Romano. "What do you want Romano?" Germany sighed as he rolled his eyes. "I'm not aloud to use the bathroom?" Romano talked back. "Sorry," Germany used sarcasm "I thought that you were following me, just to piss me off." Germany grabbed some paper towels to dry off his hands. "You always seem to like to piss me off one way or another..." Germany started walking off. "Wait." Romano said looking down to the floor. "Hm?" Germany turned around, his face was surprised, Romano was actually being nice. "Italy told me..." "What did he tell you?" Germany knew what he was talking about though, he told Italy not to tell anyone yet. "Y-you're not the only one." Romano's face turned a vibrant shade of red. "A-and I need your help." Germany was dumbfounded, Romano was asking him for help? What's next? England's cooking will be good? America stops eating so many burgers? The world must be ending! Germany sighed. "Well, what do you need help with?" Romano looked up, his face was surprised. "You mean you'll help me?" "Ja, I'm not that mean." Germany walked over to Romano and patted his back. "Don't touch me you bastard." Romano slapped Germany's hand away. "I've been trying to tell Spain, but everytime I go to tell him, I end up running away. How did you tell my fratello?" "Well, I had just found out myself, and I had a mental breakdown. I didn't tell him, I showed him. That's all I got for ya." "Oh..." Romano trailed off. "I noticed something, it seems like a lot f the others are...expecting." "Oh, yeah, everyone went to this bar, and got insanely drunk. Most of them didn't even know what they were doing. But yeah, so far you, me, Russia, America,Prussia, Japan, and some others are...expecting." Romano stated. 'Wow, that night really messed us all up didn't it.' Germany thought, he had a stunned look on his face."That night was kinda crazy then...damn." "Yeah I know...let me leave so I can go tell tomato bastard..." "I'm not stopping you!" This was going to be interesting... Germany walked out with Romano. Romano started to shake with nerves. "Oh just tell him!" Germany put his hand on Romano shoulder to stop him from shaking. "Tell who what Germany?"' Italy overheard Germany talking to Romano. "Nothing fratello, it's none of your business anyway." He looked around "Where's Spain?" "He's over there." Italy pointed over to where Spain was standing. Romano started to shakily walk over to him. "What's wrong with my fratello Germany?" Italy whispered. "You're going to have a niece or nephew." Germany whispered back to him. " R-really?" Italy was smiling now. "Ja." All of a sudden there was happy squealing and yelling. "I guess he told Spain." "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD! YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SO LOUD DAMMIT!" Romano was yelling at Spain trying to get him to shut up and get off of him. Spain had latched himself onto Romano somehow and it looked like he wasn't gonna let go. "Thanks," Romano looked at Germany,"how do I get him off of me now." He looked really pissed off. Germany shrugged and Italy chuckled under his breath. "Come oops Romano lets go home and celebrate!" Spain got off of Romano and picked him up. "Bye bye Italy and Germany!" He walked off waving.