Author's Note: Hello! I decided to finally write out one of the ideas I had been musing over for a couple weeks. I hope you enjoy! It's different from anything I've ever written, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Chiara: Fem!Romano

Alice("Ah-LEE-che"): Fem!Italy

Chiara stared at the little white stick and almost threw up the rest of her lunch into the dirty toilet of her work place's bathroom. Just after her shift, she had decided to check…you know just be sure. Now she wished she didn't.

This couldn't be happening.

Two pink lines. Wasn't this supposed to be what every girl wanted to see?

But she couldn't help but stat to sob.

She was twenty. What was she going to do now?

What would her family say?

What would her friends say?

What would they do?

Did she have to tell them?

What is she going to do?

Chiara stayed in the stall for two hours, crying and cradling the pregnancy test.

The whole world had come crashing down on her in less than thirty minutes. She had expected something when she started throwing up in the morning. The mood swings, though that was fairly normal, Chiara was a rather moody individual to begin with, the slight weight gain? Nothing too unusual, her weight was something sporadic and ever changing. One day she was one hundred pounds, the next after two big plates of pasta she was one hundred and seven. But it was when she missed her time of the month for the second time that she really got scared.

And for right reason, after all she was now with child and all that crap.

Her cell phone started ringing. She ignored the ringing and curled even tighter; sitting on the toilet, bring her legs closer to her chest. But she knew she would have to get out soon, after all, it was rather lucky that one, no one had came looking for her or needed to use the bathroom. Slowly, she began to uncurl herself from the seat and looked at herself in the dingy mirror.

She looked awful.

Red-rimmed eyes, dark circles under them, complimenting her flushed cheeks with black mascara lines trailing down them. Turning on the cold water she splashed her face a couple times. Blinking away any lingering tears or visible signs of heartache, she unlocked the door and turned the knob.

As Chiara exited the restaurant, she took a left and began the walk back to the small apartment she shared with her sister, oh shit. What was Alice going to say? Would she even understand? The girl was always a little naive not to mention, while being a talented artist; she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Chiara regretted that she would eventually have to tell her, after all, there were living together. And while she can admit, she wasn't an exactly cuddly person, Alice brought out the softer side in her. Her and well…he didn't matter much anyway, did he? After he dumped her ass. But…oh fuck.

The father. Was she going to tell him? It seemed every time she turned the corner onto another block, Chiara found herself faced with another choice, another question to answer.

What the hell was she even going to with the baby?

She could get an abortion, no…they were messy and she didn't people getting on her back for what she wanted to do with her body.

Adoption was an option…but Chiara was finding herself tangled up in a web of possibilities as she unlocked the door of her apartment.

Closing the door softly behind her, she took off her Keds and hung her denim jacket up on its hook. Sniffing the air, she smelled the distinct smell of her sister's 'famous'

Marinara sauce.

"Alice! I'm home!" She called, trudging slowly through the yard long hallway that led to the kitchen.

"Chiara! I tried to call you earlier…you didn't pick up!" All Chiara could see was Alice's back as she presumably moved about the different pots on the stove.

"Sorry, uh, work ran a little late." She lied.

"Oh…okay! Dinner will be ready!" The girl chirped. She fucking chirped. Chiara swore she was a songbird in her past life.

"Fine…I have something…i-important to tell you." She stuttered out. Now or never, might as well get it over with.

"Can it wait 'til dinner? I'm a little busy Kiki!" Chiara sighed.

"Don't call me that. And yeah, sure…whatever." But how was she supposed to swallow something like that down? Just wait for the moment? It was swelling up inside her throat. She stomped to her room.

A queen bed sat in the middle of the small bedroom, a closet in the corner and oak desk sat snuggled again the wall next to the tiny balcony. Chiara remembered how she had fought viciously for the balcony…come to think about it, she hadn't gone out on it a while. To be honest, the view was pretty crappy. Just the back of a different apartment building, but she couldn't help but like it. It was a view and though it sucked worse than Alice's 'not' boyfriend's food, Chiara found that if she tried hard enough, she could pretend that she had a million dollar view that over looked her tomato fields that led to a ocean…idealistic, but everyone has to dream…right? So why shouldn't she splurge in her imagination. Reality so far was the fucking worst anyway.

"Kiki! Dinner!" A voice chimed in from the kitchen and Chiara sighed. Here went nothing. To be honest, here went everything.

They both served themselves some pasta and some sauce, Alice had more sauce on hers while Chiara had more pasta, and then the two sat down at their quaint three chair dinning table. Alice immediately went on about her day with 'Ludwig' and how it was fantastic while Chiara just played with her food…surprisingly, she wasn't hungry today…weren't expecting mothers supposed to never stop eating? Wow, she was going to be really bad at this pregnant thing…she could tell.

"So, Kiki, what do you want to tell me?" Alice suddenly said.

"Huh?" Chiara exclaimed, being pulled from her musings.

"What did you want to tell me earlier?"

"Oh…well…um…I…I don't remember." She lied.

"Yes you do! Don't give me that silly!" The younger girl giggled but Chiara wished she could tell her this was no laughing matter, in fact, it was the most serious thing she had ever had to deal with.

"Okay…well, this is a little hard to say and I'm not really sure about all the details yet…but…uh, wow this is really fucking difficult, but…um…Alice…what I'm trying to tell you is…. well, I'm…pregnant." Chiara felt tears prick up in her eyes. But she felt a little weight lift off of her already heavy feeling shoulders. Her sister stared her for a second processing the information.

"You're…what?" She finally asked.

"Pregnant, you know expecting, going to have a baby and all that shit."

"Chiara…why…how…what even-"

"I'm just as confused as you are…but I know how it happened and I regret it every second. I just found this afternoon." Tears were now quietly streaming down the older girl's face.

"…Well, I'm a little young to be an aunt, but I suppose it'll have to work…as long as I'm the cool relative! Oh I'll buy him or her really nice things and we can cook and nap together! Chiara this is wonderful!" Alice smiled brightly.

"R-Really?" She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. Thank God her sister was accepting as she was.

"Only if we make it…and if the father makes it too…speaking of which…who is the father?" Chiara only looked away, turning her head to avoid eye contact with her sister.

"It's him." She answered simply. Alice gasped. After all, he was the only one she had ever slept with and it made sense, since she trusted him enough and hadn't realized that the condom had apparently broken.

"But I thought, didn't it end like two months ago?"

"Then I guess I'm just two months along and didn't fucking realize it."

"Well, you do already sort of act like a pregnant woman year round."

"Hey! What the hell does that mean?" Chiara asked angrily.

"Nothing…don't worry about it." Alice chuckled. "So…are you going to tell him?" Chiara thought about her sister's question for a minute…would she tell him? What was the point? After all he was the one who left her and he wouldn't want all that responsibility just thrust upon him after they had been broken up for about two months and besides...as much as it broke her heart to think about it, he dating someone else at the moment.

"I'm not sure…still thinking about who to tell and what not." She shrugged offhandedly.

"Well, I'm sure he wouldn't mind having to raise a child and Francis is good with kids-"

"I'm not letting that boyfriend stealing bastard anywhere near my kid. I'm not even sure if I'm going to keep it yet!" Chiara bit back, bitterly placing a protective hand on her stomach. Alice's face became sullen.

"Why wouldn't you keep it?"

"Well for starters, school. I have to finish and get my degree…that should come first. I have to think about my future right now."

"But now you have to worry about two futures! Kiki, kids are responsibilities…why would you hand it over to someone else? After all, I know how much you like challenges." Chiara actually hated challenges. She liked things to be clean, simple, and easy to deal with. A baby? The literal opposite of those things.

"I just found out today, there's still time to decide before courses starts again in September. Ugh, thank God this didn't happen in fucking high school." Chiara placed a hand to her head. All of this talk made her get a headache. "Look, all we can do is schedule Doctor's appointments and make sure this whole fucking thing is handled smoothly as possible."

"Have you told Nonno yet?" Alice blurted out. Nonno was their grandfather and their legal guardian after their parents had died in a car crash when Chiara was three and Alice was two.

"I haven't. You're the first one." Chiara said quietly. It was then Alice jumped on her sister and enveloped her in a big hug.

"Congratulations Kiki." She whispered in Chiara's ear who just nodded and whispered back half hearted a thank you. Might as well make the nest of it anyway. As the embrace ended, Alice shuffled back to her seat opposite Chiara's, her cute little ponytail swishing ever so slightly. "So…what's next?"

"I'm not sure. Tell Nonno, tell whoever else. Oh…Alice can you do me a favor?"

"Sure! What is it?"

"Don't tell anyone else about this, it's my secret…okay?"

"Not even him? Or Ludwig?"

"Especially not them." Chiara rolled her eyes.

"Okay, it's your choice. I'll support whatever!"

"Thanks." She said simply. After all, Alice was the only one she wasn't terrified out of her skin to tell. Nonno would be hard, but he would come around she hoped but she most feared her friends' judgment. Would they care? Would they stay away? Cast her away? Call her names? Would they stand by her?

And then there was the question of…him. As much as she despised him for breaking her heart and making her act like she didn't give a damn, she didn't want him to have to have the satisfaction of her needing him. And didn't need the bastard frog tagging along either.

Yes, she would make sure that Antonio Fernandez Carriedo didn't find out he was the father if was the last thing she ever did.