54The grand finale of Schwanger! Oh god, I feel like crying! I don't want it to end! :(
But all good things must come to an end, I suppose. But don't worry—this isn't the last you'll hear from me!
Month 9: Delivery
World Meetings seemed to be, ironically, the root of all the international problems of the Earth. All wars, all battles, and all rivalries seemed to start here. Germany had never been a big fan of them, and now, nine months pregnant and completely worn out, she was about ready to grab Russia's pipe and bash her own face in.
Britain and France were at it again, America was watching from the sidelines (laughing of course), and Italy was waving his white flag and looking terrified. Prussia, who for once had decided to come to a World Meeting, smirked as he took in the clamor before him.
"Is this what the meetings are like all the time?" he whispered to her, chuckling. She rolled her eyes and folded her hands over her belly.
"Unfortunately, yes." she muttered.
After Switzerland had succeeded in stopping the fight by shooting a blank into the air, both Britain and France had sat down sheepishly and continued on with the arranged schedule.
"Hey, look!" Italy cried, pointing out the window. "It's snowing!" all the others immediately looked out the window, eager to be distracted from the boring work that lay ahead.
"Look at that stuff! It's really coming down! Holy shit, what if we get snowed in?" America laughed, pressing his nose against the window and grinning from ear to ear. He looked over at Germany, who seemed content to stay in her seat. "Hey, maybe your kid will get to see the snow!"
"Yeah, maybe." she yawned, cracking her neck. Pregnancy seemed to drain her energy faster than anything she had ever felt before: even more than work and training in the same day!
"Speaking of which, when are you suppose to have your baby?" Russia asked, smiling in that creepy way of his. No matter how many times she saw it, it never failed to freak her out.
"U-umm...December 11." Russia's smile grew.
"Then hopefully she will see the snow, da?"
"Yeah...yeah, hopefully." Germany winced as the baby kicked her rather maliciously. She began to wonder if her daughter would be able to see the snow. After all, there was less than a week left until the child was supposed to arrive.
"Hey, you got any names picked out?" America asked, grinning and sliding off the window seat. "Because I have a few, if you don't mind."
"We're not naming her Diana Prince!" Germany said, shooting him a look.
"What? But why not? It's an awesome name! Wonder Woman would be her hero! Well, besides me of course."
"Because! She's not American, she's German and Italian! Wy would it make any sense for her to be named Diana?" America shrugged and brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
"I dunno, it's a cute name. That's what I'd name my kid!" Britain rolled his eyes.
"Your kid would...oh god, I don't even want to think about it." he shook his head and shuddered slightly. Germany sighed. World Meetings often got off-topic, but she wished that just this once people could talk about something other than the fact that she was pregnant. It was getting to be seriously annoying.
"Ve, I'm hungry." Italy moaned, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his belly. "I wish I had something to eat."
"We break for lunch in a half hour! Can't you wait just a little bit longer?" Germany said, raising her eyebrow. Italy shook his head. "Well then, try to think about something other than food."
"I can't!" he whined, a dreamy expression spreading across his face as thoughts of Italian delicacies flashed through his mind. "All I can think about is lasagna, and pizza, and pasta-"
"Italien! H-heilige scheisse!" Germany gasped, her hands flying to her belly. Both Prussia and Italy were at her side in mere seconds, ready for action.
"Luddy! What's wrong?!" Prussia asked, squeezing her hand. Germany's eyes were wide with panic and she seemed to be hyperventilating.
"Holy shit...holy shit...I think my water just broke!" she cried. The blood drained slowly from Prussia's face, as did Italy's. Gilbert could feel panic beginning to set in, could feel his legs beginning to shake...but he had to stay strong. Especially because both Italy and Germany were going to be complete wrecks in just a few moments.
"Cazzo! Oh no, che cosa devo fare, cosa devo fare?! Non dovrebbe essere ancora il momento! Oh no, oh Dio, oh Dio!" Italy completely lost what little self-composure he had and decided that the best course of action was to completely freak out.
The Allies simply froze, completely in shock. None of them knew quite what to do, nor if there was anything they could do. Besides, Italy already seemed to have the panicking part down-pat. Finally, Britain decided to step up and at least attempt to help a fellow nation. Besides, she was technically a damsel in distress, and wasn't it a gentleman's duty to help women in need?
"Germany! Just calm down, alright?!" he shook her gently, saying it for her as well as himself. Somehow, he had pictured himself so much more composed and indifferent when he had imagined this scene. "Y-you're going to be fine! Just...well, you need to go to a hospital for starters."
"Right!" suddenly and quite startlingly, Italy pulled himself together and swept over to Germany, lifting her into his arms as if she were as light as a feather. Everyone's jaws dropped, including Germany's.
"Jesus...I didn't know he could do that." France muttered.
"Prussia! Romano! Japan! Let's go!" he yelled, walking briskly to the door and kicking it open with a loud bang. "Prussia, you drive! You know how to get to the hospital the fastest! Japan and Romano, you help me with her!"
"A-ah, yes sir!" Prussia yelled, chasing after the Italian and his sister. Romano and Japan glanced at each other, both in total shock. Then they took off after Prussia, closing the doors behind them. The Allies continued to stare, all except Britain who was left standing in a small puddle.
"Well...that was exciting, da?" Russia asked, smiling again.
The snow was coming down so fast and so thickly that Prussia could barely see where he was going. He had almost missed the entrance to the intersection, and now he worried that he would miss the exit in this storm. It didn't help the fact that the people in front of them had decided to drive at the speed of five miles per hour either.
"AH! AH! OH GOD!"
"It's okay Germany, it's okay! Just breathe!" Italy was trying his best to coach Germany through this, but it wasn't easy considering he was just as terrified as she was. "Remember you can squeeze my hand if you want to! And big brother's too, that's what we're here for!"
"PRUSSIA! HURRY THE FUCK UP! DO YOU WANT YOUR NIECE TO BE BORN ON THE FREEWAY?!"
"I'm going as fast as I can! Hang in there, Luddy!" Prussia bit his lip so hard that he drew blood. He leaned on the horn for what felt like the fiftieth time that minute. It was all in vain however; no one sped up in the slightest.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed again, sitting forward and squeezing both of the Italian's hands as tight as she could—which, unfortunately for Italy and Romano, was enough to break all of their fingers. Both of them winced as tears pooled in the corners of their eyes. "PRUSIAAAAAAAA!" Japan grit his teeth and screwed his eyes closed. This was an absolutely horrifying car trip.
"Alright!" Prussia yelled, turning the steering wheel abruptly to the right and zooming down the highway, in front of all the other cars. "We're getting out of this snail parade!" he floored it, not caring about speed-limits or police.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Germany wailed and threw her head back, squeezing the brothers' hands even tighter. Italy brushed her bangs out of her eyes and tried to calm her.
"Keep breathing! Keep breathing! Just remember your breathing techniques! Like this, see?!" Italy exhaled and inhaled in an exaggerated and rhythmic manner, trying to get Germany to do it with him, which she eventually did. "Yeah! Just like that! Come on Germany, keep doing it!"
Prussia sped through the snow, squinting and trying to see the road between all of the snow flakes. The exit! He could see it! He was almost there! All he had to do was turn to the-
"JESUS CHRIST!" he yelled, swerving as the car hit a patch of ice and spun out. All five of them screamed as the car jerked and spun and crashed off to the side of the road, landing in a snowy ravine. After a few seconds of chaos, the car rolled to a halt and left everyone to wonder what the hell had just happened. Italy unwrapped his arms from Germany and looked up slowly, his face white and the tip of his nose steadily dripping blood.
"Fuck!" Prussia yelled, flooring the gas pedal in hopes of getting some traction. The car engine revved and coughed, but stayed firmly in the middle of the ditch. "Is everyone okay?!"
"NO! I'M FUCKING GIVING BIRTH OVER HERE! AAAAAAH!" Prussia gripped his head in his hands and tried to think clearly. What was he going to do? His sister was giving birth in the backseat of his car, his best friend was trying (and failing) to get her through it, and they were stuck in a ditch on the side of the road with no hope of getting out.
"Italy! Romano! You two help her out!" Prussia yelled, throwing off his seatbelt and opening his door, clambering out into the snow. "I'm going to try to get someone to pull over and help!"
"I can help you as well, Prussia-kun!" Japan cried, rushing after him. Prussia nodded, and the two ran out to the side of the road, where they began to wave their arms and jump around in hopes of catching someone's attention. Italy watched them for a moment before turning back to Germany.
"W-well, it looks like our little principessa is going to be born on the freeway after all." he said, trying to smile. Germany's face paled, and her eyes began to water. Her heart sped up, and her breath came in ragged gasps.
"No! No, I can't do this, Italia! I can't do this! It hurts too much, and I don't want her to have to start her life in Prussia's stupid Firebird!"
"Germany-"
"This isn't how it was supposed to happen!" she sobbed. "I was supposed to have her at a hospital so she could be safe and happy and at least the beginning of her life would be nice! God damn it Italy, this was the one thing I was supposed to do right in my pregnancy! This was the only thing I had to do, and I screwed it up!"
"Germany, listen to me!" Italy said, kissing her cheek and wiping away her tears. "I love you, and I love our bambina. Nothing will change that. People used to give birth in tents or wagons or even in caves before there were hospitals! And baby Jesus was born in a stable! If it was good enough for him, I think our baby will be just fine in a car. Don't worry, Doitsu. Please don't cry." Germany sniffled and rubbed her eyes furiously, biting her lips.
"S-stupid Christians..." she muttered, kissing him full force on the lips. Then, with another scream, she squeezed both of their hands and made her way steadily through another contraction.
"Keep breathing! You're not doing the breathing that we-"
"FUCK OFF! AAAAAH!"
"Okay, okay! That's good! That's good! C'mon Germany!" Italy ran his fingers through her hair and let her lean on his chest.
"Oh my god...Italy, Italy, it's time! She's coming right now!"
"W-WHAT?! Right now?! B-but-"
"DO YOU WANT TO TELL ME SHE'S NOT?! BECAUSE IM PRETTY SURE I HAVE A GOOD IDEA THAT SHE IS!"
"A-ah, okay." he said, shakily. "Romano, trade places with me!"
"What?! But I can't—I'm no good at...I don't know how to-" his face was flushed and slightly pink. "I-I wouldn't know what to say-"
"Please! Romano! She's your niece! Please-AAAAH!" she held her hand out to him, her fingers curling as another intensely agonizing contraction hit her. Romano latched onto her hand and allowed her to lean into him, even though his face turned red as a tomato.
"Push Germany! You can do it!" Italy cried, flashing her a strained smile. With a ear-piercing scream, she followed his directions, tears streaming down her face and her fingernails digging into Romano's palm.
"OH MY GOD! AAAAAH! AAAAAH! ITALY! ITALY, OH MY GOD!"
"Come on! You're doing it! Come on Germany!" he yelled again, staring her directly in the eyes. She screwed her eyes shut and screamed again, this time much louder. "Push! Romano, help her breathe!"
"L-like this! See?!" he copied what Feliciano had done earlier, and sure enough, Germany began to do it with him, her teeth clenched and her iron grip crushing Romano's hand.
"Come on now, you can do it! I can see her! Oh, she looks beautiful already!" Germany screamed again, this time giving the rest of her energy to this one, long push. "Breathe, breathe!" she broke and gasped for air, falling against Romano, her chest heaving. "Oh Germany! One more push! One more! You can do it, you're so close!"
"No, no I can't! I can't do it!"
"One more! You have to! Just a short one!" Italy cried, his face a ghostly shade of white and his wide with anxiety. They were so close. Their little girl was almost here. "ROMANO! DON'T LET GOOOOOO!" with a final scream and a squeeze of the hand that made Romano yelp in pain, she used her last ounce of strength to give one last push.
"Oh Germany! O-oh Germany...mio dio...mio dio, you did it..." water leaked from the corners of his eyes as the sound of a newborn's wails filled the inside of the car. "Mamma mia, look at the beautiful little girl..." his voice shook with tears as he threw off his uniform jacket and swaddled the baby in it. "Germany," he met her eyes and smiled even more widely. "Ti amo..."
Prussia and Japan jumped about frantically, waving their arms and trying to attract even the smallest amount of attention. Please, someone, anyone! Prussia mentally screamed. Why were they all just passing by?
Both of the men winced as the sounds of Germany's screams echoed from the car twenty feet behind them.
"Fuck! Someone! Help!" Prussia screamed, jumping and doing a sort-of cheer leading routine.
Japan followed suit, hollering for anyone or anything to help. The snow continued to fall, faster and faster. At this rate, they were going to end up sleeping overnight in the car. Japan shuddered to even think about what poor Germany-chan had to be going through at the moment.
"Hey! That guy looked right at me and he just drive right past! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" Prussia screamed, flipping him the bird. Japan sighed and then screwed his eyes shut as another scream grated against his eyes. "My poor kleine Schwester...oh God, Japan! I'm the worst brother ever!"
"You're not the worst brother ever-"
"Yes I am! My sister trusted me to get her to the hospital, and now she has to give birth in the back seat. And what's worse is that...the Italy brothers...are...coaching...her..." both of them flashed each other looks of horror and began to sprint towards the car. It didn't really take a genius to figure out that Italy and Romano weren't the smartest or most capable people in the world. And delivering a baby wasn't an easy task anyways.
Germany's screams, as well as Italy's shouts and Romano's yelps, grew louder as they grew nearer to the car. Just as Prussia was about to fling open the door to help, the sound of a baby crying met his ears. His hand froze mere inches from the handle, and his eyes grew wide.
"Yoi kami..." Japan breathed, staring at Prussia. "Prussia-kun..."
"Oh Germany! O-oh Germany...mio dio...mio dio, you did it..." that was Italy! He had somehow managed to deliver his child without any complications. Maybe he was a bit smarter than they gave him credit for.
Prussia's eyes misted over as he caught sight of his niece through the icy glass. Clearing his throat, he twitched his fingers anxiously, hesitated for a few minutes, opened the driver's door and climbed in. Japan did the same on the passenger's side.
"Prussia...bruder..." Prussia's eyes began to leak tears as he caught sight of his baby sister. She had never looked more beautiful to him in all her life. There she was, leaning against Italy and Romano, looking exhausted, but elated, and holding a blue bundle to her breast. "There's...there's someone who'd like to meet her awesome uncle."
The moment he held her in his arms, he knew she was the most precious thing in her life. Japan moved close to him, resting his head on Gilbert's shoulder to see the new nation.
Her eyes were closed, but something told Prussia she had Germany's eyes. Other than that, she was the spitting image of her father—red hair, a little curl already sprouting from the left side of her head, and a little button nose with chubby cheeks. She was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
"She's...well, fuck, she's amazing, isn't she?" Prussia sniffled, wiping his eyes on his free shoulder. With a happy sob, he ran a hand down her face, waking the child. Her eyes were indeed blue.
"Germany-chan...Italy-chan...she is adorable..." Japan murmured smiling as the tiny babe lifted her eyes and looked him over. "What did you decide to call her?"
"Lotte...Lotte Axel Vargus..." Germany mumbled, her eyes slipping closed as Italy and Romano stroked her hair. Prussia sobbed again and handed her back to Italy, who snuggled her close to his chest.
"Il mio piccolo Lotte...Io ti proteggerò...sempre e sempre...Ti amo."
Grandpa Rome smiled as he peered through the car window at the little family. He had kept his promise, for little Lotte would grow up to be one of the strongest nations in the world. And seeing his grandson and his love so happy...it was enough to make even the strongest empire in the world shed a tear.
"I will watch over her, blondie." he said, grinning as he watched his grandsons fawn over the new child and her mother. "After all, a promise...is a promise."
And the snow continued to fall.
It...is...over. I cried while writing this. /shot/ Oh well, I guess I'll just have to think of a new series.
HEY! If you like pregnancy stories, check out my new one "A Well-Disguised Blessing". It has teenaged Chibitalia pregnancy in it, so it's kinda weird...but it will be very sweet. You'll probably get diabetes. :3
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Hasta la Pasta,
SausageMahoney98