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Germany sighed as she sat down in front of her white dressing table, worn out and read for just finished her bath, and after soaking in lavender-scented, hot water, she was just about ready to fall asleep right there and then.

She was dressed in something practical, like always; a dark-green night gown that went down to her wrists and ankles. Despite what others might have thought, she preferred night gowns over pants and a shirt. She felt more comfortable sleeping in a dress.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Who the hell is it?" she snapped; Germany was not in the best of moods at the moment.

"Ve, Germany? It's me, Italy. Can we talk for a little bit?" he asked timidly, knowing that his friend was most likely in a murderous mood.

"No," Germany said, turning back to the mirror and continuing with the daunting task of brushing her hair. Sometimes she thought it would just be easier to cut all of it off, but she was partial to her waist-length mane.

"Please? Didn't you say it was my fault?" Germany growled slightly.

"Nein! I said no such thing! Now go before you suffer the dire consequences!" But Italy did not go, much to his ally's annoyance.

"So you're saying it's not my fault then?"

"Of course it's your fault! You told me you used protection! You tricked me Italia, and now I have to suffer because of your selfishness! I never should have let you talk me into doing that!" she yelled, flinging the silver brush against the door. It left a big, ugly mark on the wooden door, but Germany found that she didn't really mind at the moment. It had felt good to throw something and release some anger. She wished she had a dartboard in her room, so she could pin Italy's face to it and practice her aim.

"Germany! If you don't let me in, I'm going to go downstairs and tell Prussia that you're you-know-what right now!" Italy whispered harshly, resorting to desperate measures. Germany's eyes widened and all the color drained from her face.

"No! Don't tell him! Please! For fuck's sake, if it's that important to you, I'll let you in!" she whispered, scrambling for the door and unlocking it with trembling fingers. She swung it open to reveal Italy, who was also in his pajamas. He was wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a tee-shirt instead of a nightgown, however. "Now you're in my bedroom again. This is just great. I really don't want to talk to you right now, Italia!" she fumed crossing her arms and pouting, a bit like a spoiled child. Italy ignored her and perched on the edge of the bed next to her, trying to touch her hand. She jerked it away, becoming more and more irritated with the man.

"Please Germany. I'm not in here to take advantage of you. I just need to talk about the bambino with you so we know what we're going to do." His face flushed a little as he said this, as if he were somewhat uncomfortable with this whole situation.

"What is there to talk about?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Germany had to admit, this was not what she had expected. Then, a horrifying thought struck her. "Italy, I swear! If you ask where the baby is going to come out, I swear to-"

"No! That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say..." This time, he got hold of the German's hand and held it tightly, "I was going to say that there are different...options on how you can handle the situation."

"How so?"

"Well, I want you to know I'm your friend and your ally no matter what you decide to do. I'm also here for you, so if you want to...y'know, get an abortion or something, I understand."

Germany stared at Italy in shock and disgust. Then, without hesitation, she slapped him across the face; hard. Italy immediately placed a hand over the red mark on his left cheek, startled.

"How dare you say that!" Germany yelled, jumping up and beginning to pace the floor, "I would never even think of doing such a thing! That's a coward's way out, Italia, and I am no coward!" Germany was absolutely fuming. She was so mad, she could've punched a hole through the wall.

"Okay Germany, okay! It's alright, just calm down!" Italy said, trying to soothe the deranged female, "I didn't think you would! I was just saying that if you wanted to-"

"And I don't!"

"-I would support your decision." Italy wasn't used to talking with such big words. This whole conversation was a bit too much for him, "And, there are other things you can do too. Like, you could have the baby and then give it up for adoption." at this, Germany turned her head and met Italy's gaze with an ice cold.

"Italy, I am keeping the child." she said. Italy's eyes widened slightly, "It is a new nation, I can feel it. And as such, I'm going to raise it as the most powerful nation in the world."

"You are?" Italy asked, trying to hide his budding smile, "Germany-"

"And don't you try to talk me out of it." she said, sitting down next to him, "I've made up my mind, and it will not be changed."

Italy, unable to hold in his happiness anymore, threw his arms around the German's waist and nuzzled her side. "Ve!" he cried. "Oh Germany! I'm so happy!"

Germany scowled and tried to pry Italy off of her. "I-Italia! What on earth are you doing?!" she hissed, her face going red from embarrassment.

"I'm bonding with the bambino! After all, I'm his daddy!"

"What makes you think it's going to be a boy?! It could just as easily be a girl!" Italy smiled and kissed her belly. "For God's sake, Italia, get the hell off of me!" she snarled. Germany was not in the mood for Italy trying to be cute, though she was sure that he wasn't exactly trying to be cute. Italy was just adorable by nature.

"Okay, Germany, I'll leave you alone now. But just remember what you said, eh?" Germany crossed her arms and frowned.

"Yeah yeah. Just get out, I'm tired and I want to sleep." Italy paused in the doorway.

"Oh, starting tomorrow, we have training to do," he said. Germany looked up at him, astonished.

"What? You actually want to train?!" she said, her eyes wide with disbelief. Italy grinned.

"Yep! We have a lot to do before the bambino gets here! Nine months will go by faster than you think!"

Thanks again to Anastasia Dove for Beta-ing!

Next chapter will be uploaded tomorrow, hopefully. I think this chapter went pretty well. Tell me what I can improve on, okay?

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SausageMahoney98/Fagan