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Germany gulped. Italy came running down the hall towards the door.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I'm sorry. I forgot how much Romano hates you, and Spain was the first one I called to tell the news... Romano overheard and he started yelling, and I heard a door slam on the other end of the line, and-" Italy heard the pounding on the door. "~Ve! He's here!" Italy stood between Germany and the front door. "~Ve. I won't let him hurt you Doitsu!"
Prussia had been standing there in thought the whole time. He thought about how Romano hated him so much, then remembered that Herbert was in the living room alone, soundly sleeping through Romano's rage in his playpen. "I must save mein awesome son! His awesomeness must be preserved!" Prussia said as he ran to get his son. After Herbert was safely in his arms, Prussia went and hid in his basement bedroom.
Germany picked Italy up from in front of him and put him on the stairs. "Don't get between me and your brother. He may still try to get at me even if you are in front of me, and you might get hurt and lose ze baby." Germany took a deep breath and opened the front door. Romano came charging through the door at the German, a strong thread of obsenities flowing from his mouth.
"YOU DAMN, FUCKING POTATO EATING BASTARD! HOW DARE-A YOU GET-A MY LITTLE BROTHER PREGNANT!" The dark haired Italian screamed as he tried to hit the blond German in front of him. Germany stopped the man by placing his hand on the Italian's head.
"Look, getting your brother pregnant vas ze last thing I vas trying to do. I'm sorry that you're mad at me for it, but there's nothing ve can do about it now. Please stop being mad, and just be happy for your bruder." Germany tried not to yell. Italy started to move from the stairs. Germany shot him a look and Italy stayed put. Suddenly Germany felt less pressure pushing against his hand.
"Roma-chan! There you are!" Spain had come up behind Romano and embraced him in a tight hug, pulling him away from the German. The Spaniard looked at Germany, then at Italy. "Oh yeah, felicitaciones on the bebé. I can't wait until it's born!"
"Don't congratulate them you bastard! Italy being pregnant with that potato bastard's child isn't right." Romano growled as he started struggling, but Spain kept a firm grip on the enraged Italian.
"Oh, Roma-chan. Are you jealous? Did you want to have a bebé too?" Spain asked as he nuzzled Romano's neck. Germany had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of this.
"No I don't. You bastard..." Romano mumbled, throwing on his pout face.
Prussia popped his head out of the basement doorway. "Is it safe for the immense amount of awesome to come out? Has the violent one been stopped?" he askes, slowly coming out with a confused looking Herbert in his arms.
Germany looked at his older brother and nodded. "Ja, you should be safe. Spain's got a pretty good grip on him." Germany looked at the people in his hallway. "Could ve continue this in the living room? I haven't had the chance to sit down since I got home." Germany asked as he led everyone to his living room. Germany walked over to a leather armchair and plopped down into it. Italy let out a "~Ve!" and skipped over to Germany so he could climb into the German's lap. Romano was struggling to break free of Spain's grasp as the Spaniard sat them down on the couch. Prussia put Herbert back into his playpen and took a seat next to Spain on the couch.
Spain was the first to break the silence. "So, Germany, how did this happen anyway? I didn't know that you and Italy even had that kind of relationship going." Spain looked at the German, who proceeded to blush a deep red. Spain let out a chuckle. "You look like a tomato!" he said, causing the German to blush more.
"Erm.. actually I vas drunk vhen this happened. Apparently drunk enough to do things like sleep with Italy..." Germany said. The last statement processed in his mind for a second, but before he could say anything, Romano glared at Germany.
"What do you mean by 'drunk enough'? Is my brother not good enough or something a stupid like-a that?" The Italian growled.
"Nein! That's not vhat I meant by that at all! I just meant that I would have done that once ve vere closer... I mean a lot closer. Ve veren't even dating at the time!" Germany frantically tried to explain. "It vas during that really bad thunderstorm a couple months ago according to Italy."
Italy nodded. "~Ve! I was scared, and Doitsu came in to comfort me! He was being so sweet and affectionate, I didn't care that he was drunk..." Romano's eyes widened as Italy continued to tell his story. Romano started to struggle out of Spain's arms, interrupting Italy in the same place Germany had stopped him. Spain kept the Italian firmly in place.
"Well, that's interesting... Not what I expected." The Spainiard said with a confused look. His expression changed back to normal. "So, any idea when you're due?" he asked.
Italy thought about it for a minute. "~Ve. If my math's right, about eight months, so maybe February? I have an appointment with a specialist in a couple days, so I'll find out then." Italy saw the look on his brother's face, a sad, angry, pitiful look. Italy climbed off of Germany's lap and sat on Prussia, who happened to be on the side of Spain that Romano was currently on. "Fratello, aren't you happy? Your going to be uno zio!"
Romano looked back at his younger brother. "Of course I'm happy." Romano mumbled.
"~Ve! You don't seem like you're happy..." Italy said, with a tone of concern in his voice.
Romano let out a sigh. "Italy, you're my fratellino, so of course I'm happy for you. The only thing I'm unhappy about is the fact that you chose that damn potato bastard as a lover." Romano leaned over to hug his brother. Spain released his grip on Romano. Romano stood up and looked at Germany. "Ok Potato Bastard, you'd better take-a good care of my little brother and my unborn nipote. If I EVER hear you did anything to hurt him, I will hunt you down and choke you with my moostache." Romano glared at Germany. Said German gave a scared nod. Romano grabbed Spain's hand and pulled him from the couch. "Let's go, you bastard. I'm tired and I wanna go home."
Spain waved with his free hand and followed Romano. The two left, leaving Germany, Italy, and Prussia slightly confused. Herbert had fallen back to sleep in his playpen. Italy got up from Prussia's lap. "~Ve! The baby's hungry. I'mma going to go eat some of that left over pizza." Italy skipped off happily to the kitchen.
Prussia looked at his younger brother. "West, I wasn't around England during his first four months of pregnancy, but I was there for the last six. You're in for a world of Hell." Prussia let out a laugh and left the room.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I'm sorry. I forgot how much Romano hates you, and Spain was the first one I called to tell the news... Romano overheard and he started yelling, and I heard a door slam on the other end of the line, and-" Italy heard the pounding on the door. "~Ve! He's here!" Italy stood between Germany and the front door. "~Ve. I won't let him hurt you Doitsu!"
Prussia had been standing there in thought the whole time. He thought about how Romano hated him so much, then remembered that Herbert was in the living room alone, soundly sleeping through Romano's rage in his playpen. "I must save mein awesome son! His awesomeness must be preserved!" Prussia said as he ran to get his son. After Herbert was safely in his arms, Prussia went and hid in his basement bedroom.
Germany picked Italy up from in front of him and put him on the stairs. "Don't get between me and your brother. He may still try to get at me even if you are in front of me, and you might get hurt and lose ze baby." Germany took a deep breath and opened the front door. Romano came charging through the door at the German, a strong thread of obsenities flowing from his mouth.
"YOU DAMN, FUCKING POTATO EATING BASTARD! HOW DARE-A YOU GET-A MY LITTLE BROTHER PREGNANT!" The dark haired Italian screamed as he tried to hit the blond German in front of him. Germany stopped the man by placing his hand on the Italian's head.
"Look, getting your brother pregnant vas ze last thing I vas trying to do. I'm sorry that you're mad at me for it, but there's nothing ve can do about it now. Please stop being mad, and just be happy for your bruder." Germany tried not to yell. Italy started to move from the stairs. Germany shot him a look and Italy stayed put. Suddenly Germany felt less pressure pushing against his hand.
"Roma-chan! There you are!" Spain had come up behind Romano and embraced him in a tight hug, pulling him away from the German. The Spaniard looked at Germany, then at Italy. "Oh yeah, felicitaciones on the bebé. I can't wait until it's born!"
"Don't congratulate them you bastard! Italy being pregnant with that potato bastard's child isn't right." Romano growled as he started struggling, but Spain kept a firm grip on the enraged Italian.
"Oh, Roma-chan. Are you jealous? Did you want to have a bebé too?" Spain asked as he nuzzled Romano's neck. Germany had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of this.
"No I don't. You bastard..." Romano mumbled, throwing on his pout face.
Prussia popped his head out of the basement doorway. "Is it safe for the immense amount of awesome to come out? Has the violent one been stopped?" he askes, slowly coming out with a confused looking Herbert in his arms.
Germany looked at his older brother and nodded. "Ja, you should be safe. Spain's got a pretty good grip on him." Germany looked at the people in his hallway. "Could ve continue this in the living room? I haven't had the chance to sit down since I got home." Germany asked as he led everyone to his living room. Germany walked over to a leather armchair and plopped down into it. Italy let out a "~Ve!" and skipped over to Germany so he could climb into the German's lap. Romano was struggling to break free of Spain's grasp as the Spaniard sat them down on the couch. Prussia put Herbert back into his playpen and took a seat next to Spain on the couch.
Spain was the first to break the silence. "So, Germany, how did this happen anyway? I didn't know that you and Italy even had that kind of relationship going." Spain looked at the German, who proceeded to blush a deep red. Spain let out a chuckle. "You look like a tomato!" he said, causing the German to blush more.
"Erm.. actually I vas drunk vhen this happened. Apparently drunk enough to do things like sleep with Italy..." Germany said. The last statement processed in his mind for a second, but before he could say anything, Romano glared at Germany.
"What do you mean by 'drunk enough'? Is my brother not good enough or something a stupid like-a that?" The Italian growled.
"Nein! That's not vhat I meant by that at all! I just meant that I would have done that once ve vere closer... I mean a lot closer. Ve veren't even dating at the time!" Germany frantically tried to explain. "It vas during that really bad thunderstorm a couple months ago according to Italy."
Italy nodded. "~Ve! I was scared, and Doitsu came in to comfort me! He was being so sweet and affectionate, I didn't care that he was drunk..." Romano's eyes widened as Italy continued to tell his story. Romano started to struggle out of Spain's arms, interrupting Italy in the same place Germany had stopped him. Spain kept the Italian firmly in place.
"Well, that's interesting... Not what I expected." The Spainiard said with a confused look. His expression changed back to normal. "So, any idea when you're due?" he asked.
Italy thought about it for a minute. "~Ve. If my math's right, about eight months, so maybe February? I have an appointment with a specialist in a couple days, so I'll find out then." Italy saw the look on his brother's face, a sad, angry, pitiful look. Italy climbed off of Germany's lap and sat on Prussia, who happened to be on the side of Spain that Romano was currently on. "Fratello, aren't you happy? Your going to be uno zio!"
Romano looked back at his younger brother. "Of course I'm happy." Romano mumbled.
"~Ve! You don't seem like you're happy..." Italy said, with a tone of concern in his voice.
Romano let out a sigh. "Italy, you're my fratellino, so of course I'm happy for you. The only thing I'm unhappy about is the fact that you chose that damn potato bastard as a lover." Romano leaned over to hug his brother. Spain released his grip on Romano. Romano stood up and looked at Germany. "Ok Potato Bastard, you'd better take-a good care of my little brother and my unborn nipote. If I EVER hear you did anything to hurt him, I will hunt you down and choke you with my moostache." Romano glared at Germany. Said German gave a scared nod. Romano grabbed Spain's hand and pulled him from the couch. "Let's go, you bastard. I'm tired and I wanna go home."
Spain waved with his free hand and followed Romano. The two left, leaving Germany, Italy, and Prussia slightly confused. Herbert had fallen back to sleep in his playpen. Italy got up from Prussia's lap. "~Ve! The baby's hungry. I'mma going to go eat some of that left over pizza." Italy skipped off happily to the kitchen.
Prussia looked at his younger brother. "West, I wasn't around England during his first four months of pregnancy, but I was there for the last six. You're in for a world of Hell." Prussia let out a laugh and left the room.
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SPAMANO (MPREG): Part 4
SPAMANO (MPREG): Part 4
*3rd TRIMESTER*
Romano was seven months pregnant. Today was the day he was gonna renew his vows with Spain. He looked at him self in the mirror when he felt and pair of arms wrap around him. “Your beautiful as always,” Spain said kissing him softly on the cheek.
Jason ran around playing tag with His best friend Nathan. Svana Danced with Her mom as Nick and Kishi watched in awe. Freddie was dancing with his mother. Amato sat with Jenna and Fj. his sisters danced with their mother and farther. Romano walked out with Spain. Roxy smiled and looked at both of them. Svana sighed and stopped dancing with her m
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GERITA (ITALY X GERMANY): MPREG part 3
GERITA (ITALY X GERMANY): MPREG part 3
*2 trimester*
Italy woke around midnight. “~Ve, Doitsu! Doitsu,” Italy shook the sleeping Germany until he woke up. “Vhat,” Germany sat up and looked at the Italian. “~Ve, Bambino and I are hungry. Can you get the pasta and chocolate syrup. Please,” Italy asked. Germany sighed, “Can’t you wait till morning,” Germany asked as he rolled over and hid under the covers. “~VE,” Italy began to cry, “Doitsu doesn’t love me. ~VEE.” Germany sat quickly and wrapped his arms around him. “Ok, Ok don’t cry Italia I’
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SPAMANO (MPREG): Part 2
SPAMANO (MPREG): Part 2
*1st Trimester*
Romano rubbed his three month pregnant tummy. Amato rubbed his uncles tummy. “There’s a baby in there?” Svana asked. Romano laughed at the two toddlers that decided to visit. “Yes there's a baby in there,” Romano said. Roxy laughed. “Would you guys like to watch the ultrasound?” She asked. both toddlers nodded there head. Romano lied down as Roxy started the ultrasound. Amato sat with his best friend as they watched. Romano almost jumped to the realization of what he saw on the screen.
Romano waited for Italy and Germany to show up with the triplets. Jason an
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well, here's part 4. Lots of brotherly love and support. I'm going to give you fair warning that I may have skipped a couple months of pregnancy when I wrote the whole thing out. I may actually put them in, but then again i might not. Pregnant mode Italy is going to be coming up soon...
I'm sorry, but I'm still on the fence with Spamano, so I'm not going to write an Mpreg for them...
On a somewhat related note, I like to open my Germany and Italy shimejis when I type this, and now there are Germanies and Italies EVERYWHERE! (Mostly Italies oddly enough...XD)
I DOES NOT OWN HETALIA!! I ONLY MADE TEH STORY!!
Prologue: [link]
Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4:You are here
Part 5:[link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Epilogue: [link]
I'm sorry, but I'm still on the fence with Spamano, so I'm not going to write an Mpreg for them...
On a somewhat related note, I like to open my Germany and Italy shimejis when I type this, and now there are Germanies and Italies EVERYWHERE! (Mostly Italies oddly enough...XD)
I DOES NOT OWN HETALIA!! I ONLY MADE TEH STORY!!
Prologue: [link]
Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4:You are here
Part 5:[link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Epilogue: [link]
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XD That last sentence tho