Welcome to my newest series, where I completely ruin Chibitalia! Hooray? Italy is a female, because male Italy just wouldn't work for this storyline.

Holy Rome jumped and glanced up from his book as he heard the shouts of his housemate, Austria, ring through the hallways. From the sound of it, he was angry, and very angry at that. Another cry echoed down the hallway—Italy, his girlfriend of sorts, was also involved in the screaming match.

Rolling his eyes and assuming she had gotten herself into trouble yet again, he went back to his book, only to find that the screams were getting louder and closer. By now, the two were close enough for him to hear what they were saying.

"What were you thinking?! How could you have done such a thing?! Do you have any idea how serious this is?!"

"M-mi dispiace! Mi dispiace!" that was Italy! And she was crying! What on Earth could have made her cry. Just about anything, he thought. Italy was a bit too emotional for her own good.

"What are we supposed to do now?! You're too young for this! And where the hell is he?! I'm going to kill that son of a-"

"No! Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!" she was begging now, and Holy Rome actually began to worry. Why was Austria looking for him? Why was he targeting him and planning to kill him? What had Italy done?

The bedroom door crashed open and revealed an irate Austria gripping Italy by the wrist. She was sobbing and trying to free herself from his grasp, but to no avail. Holy Rome jumped up and was about to rush to her side, but Austria was too quick for him. He grabbed Holy Rome by the collar of his shirt and actually managed to lift him a few inches off the ground.

"You! Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he barked, his fury so intense that Holy Rome was beginning to fear for his safety. "You...you!"

"P-please Mr. Austria! Please, s-stop!" Italy wept, her knees shaking and her entire body wracking with the force of her sobs. "It's not his fault!"

"It's completely his fault!" Austria shrieked. Hungary flitted around nervously behind him, trying to calm him.

"Austria-san, please, reconsider! Take a deep breath; you're not thinking clearly!" Austria whipped around to face her and glared.

"I'm thinking perfectly clearly! Do you know what he's done?! Do you know what he's done to her?! It's disgraceful, it's shameful! It's horrifying! It's unimaginable!"

"Mr. Austria-" Holy Rome couldn't have chosen a worse time to speak. Austria whirled to face him yet again and decided now would be a good time to let him have it.

"How dare you even think of touching her! She's a servant! She's a servant and you took advantage of her, and now look at what's happened!" he screeched. "You don't deserve to live in this house! You've completely besmirched the good name of Austria! And to think I let you stay here!"

"Mr. Austria, I don't know what I've done!" he cried, trying to break free of his grip. Austria let out an insane-sounding laugh.

"Why don't you ask her what you've done?!" he said, pushing Italy harshly towards him. Hungary darted forward to steady the teenaged girl, but Austria held her back.

Holy Rome caught her as she fell into his arms, gripping his shirt and sobbing into his chest. Within seconds, his torso was soaked in salty tears, but he didn't mind. He was much to frightened to be worried about the state of his clothes.

"Italy...Italy, calm down. What the hell is going on?" he murmured, lifting her chin gently with one finger and attempting to get an answer out of her. The girl was too deep in hysterics to answer, however, no matter how many times he tried to get one out of her. Austria took her by the wrist again and dragged her back to him, flashing Holy Rome a look of pure hatred.

"Fine! If she doesn't want to tell you, I will! Do you recall what happened between you two a few months ago?!" Holy Rome's blood ran cold. Had Austria figured it out? Did he know that they had slept together? How could he have known? Italy had promised not to tell, and he sure as hell hadn't!

"I-I...yes?" was this all just a way of getting him to admit it?

"Well, now we have to deal with the consequences!" Austria yelled, gesturing towards the small Italian in his grasp. She began to shake violently as her tears increased in both volume and amount.

"Consequences?" Holy Rome muttered. "What do you mean, consequences?"

"She's with child, you idiot! You've gotten her pregnant!" Austria fumed, beginning to pace the room. Hungary managed to take hold of Italy and she wrapped the small girl in a tight hug, petting and stroking her hair and cheeks. "You've done the unthinkable! This is...this is..." Austria couldn't even find words to begin to describe what he was feeling at the moment. Rage? Fury? Hatred? Panic? Helplessness?

"I-Italy...you're..." Holy Rome's eyes widened. Suddenly, it all made sense. Besmirching the Austrian name, not deserving to live in the house any longer, and facing the consequences. Which meant...she was pregnant! He had gotten Italy pregnant! Holy Rome hadn't even known she could do such a thing in the first place! Nations weren't usually born that way!

Austria finished pacing, and turned to face Holy Rme yet again, pure contempt in his eyes and on his face.

"Get out." he said, his voice deep with cold fury. "Leave this house. You are no longer welcome here." Holy Rome couldn't believe it! In less than five minutes, he had gone from reading to being told he was a father and being forced to abandoned the young woman carrying his child! Surely, this wasn't real!

"Mr. Austria-"

"Get out! I don't want to see you ever again! Leave at once!" Hungary's eyes widened.

"Austria-san, no! Think of Italy! Think of the child!"

"The child is better off growing up without this poor excuse for a father! My decision is final! Go!" he took Holy Rome by the shirt again and threw him into the hallway. "You'd best make yourself scarce before I have the guards come and "escort" you out, because in five minutes I will order them to shoot!"

"Holy Rome!" Italy sobbed, her hands outstretched towards him. It hurt so much to see that look on her face, to see the longing in her eyes and the intense burning passion deep in her heart. "Holy Rome!"

"Austria-san! Please!" Hungary cried, clutching his shirt much like he had done to Holy Rome a few moments ago. "Please reconsider!"

"I told you to leave!" a swift kick was delivered to Holy Rome's back, and his spine arched in pain. Fearing worse punishment, he had no choice but to stand up and rush from the house.

"Holy Rome! No!" but it was too late. He had sprinted through the front doors and down the cobblestone path that led to the main door. His feet crunched against the dead autumn grass and leaves as he raced towards the forest that surrounded the manor. He could still hear the pained screams of his love from where he was standing. What the guards must be thinking.

Holy Rome pushed aside branches and tore through the woods, trying to get deep enough to hide for Austria and his troops, but close enough so he could sneak back at times to see Italy.

Finally, he reached a small knot of trees in a clearing, and as he sat back against one, breathing heavily, he tried to think of what to do next. Austria was right—he and Italy were much too young for this.

Jesus! Teenaged Chibitalia pregnancy! What the hell is wrong with me?! /shot and bricked by Austria, Holy Rome, Romano, and Germany/

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Hasta la Pasta!

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