Germany sighed as he sat outside of the room where the doctor for the countries was checking Italy out with and angry Romano glaring at him from across the room.

"Can I help you?" Germany looked at the older Italian.

"You knocked up my brother," Romano's eyes narrowed at the blonde man.

"Germany and Italy aren't going to be staying too long, but can't there be at least a little peace in my house while they're visiting?" Spain looked at Romano.

"I'll be 'nice' around Feliciano but when he can't hear me, I'm killing the potato-sucking bastard," Romano huffed stubbornly, although Germany didn't exactly buy the threat as genuine.

Spain laughed and ruffled Romano's hair, "Why so you hate Germany so much, Lovino?"

"Well, for one, he got my little fucking brother pregnant," Lovino growled at Spain, who laughed more.

"I don't think that's a normal reason to hate someone..." Spain smiled at Romano warmly as the Italian attempted to punch him.

Of course, Romano being, well, Romano and Spain being the person who raised Romano, Spain had enough experience to be able to dodge the angry Italian's fists, although his head was another story...Most of the time.

"I don't think any bit of this cluster fuck is normal," Romano replied, not glaring at the carefree Spaniard, "My brother is pregnant, not a sister, a brother, how, in the holy name of fuck, is this normal?"

"It is normal for countries, Lovi," Spain nodded, knowing how odd it must be for both Italian brothers, "I'm sure Feliciano is having a slightly harder time grasping the facts other than the fact that he's somehow pregnant."

"The pope would have a fit if he would out about this..." Romano's voice was a bit dark, "I even bet England had something to do with this...Him and his fucking magic..."

"I think the pope would have a bigger fit over the 'holy name of fuck' part..." Germany mumbled as he watched the couple go back and forth.

"YOU SHUT UP!" Lovino stood up, but their fight was interrupted by the doctor clearing her throat.

"Excuse me, Mr. Vargas, but I do have to check on another country after your brother today," She said, very professionally.

"How is Feliciano, Dr. Manso Delgado?" Spain asked as both he and Germany stood up.

The doctor smiled kindly, "He's going to be just fine. The tests are positive; he is pregnant, and as far as I can tell, the baby is developing just fine."

"How far is he?" Germany asked curiously.

Dr. Manso Delgado looked at her clip board, "From what I saw, he's just a few months in. He's a little freaked out from the tests and, to be honest, I don't blame him. We don't usually get to do this, since most of the babies are countries and one of the parents have to give up their land for the baby when it's born, so it's actually my first time handling anything baby-related in this field of work."

"Wait, just a goddamn minute, you said you had another country to check up on!" Romano said angrily at the female doctor.

"Yes, Mr. Vargas, I do," She said just as angrily back as she glared at him, "For your information, Mr. Vargas, I'm covering for two country doctors at the moment. I believe you know Mr. Beillschmidt, he has asked to keep it secret from the other countries, so I'm afraid you'll have to find out yourself."

"Bruder never told me about anything..." Germany thought for a moment before an excited Italy came out of the room and hugged Germany tightly.

"Germany, Germany, we''re having a little bambino!" Italy smiled happily as the blonde sighed a bit.

"Yes, we are..." Germany hugged Italy, "...A baby..."

Romano opened his mouth to yell something but Spain covered the older Italian's mouth before he could say anything, "Gracias, Doctor, hopefully Lovino will learn to be nice while Feliciano is pregnant."

"Speaking of Mr. Vargas," She eyed Romano, "I have some things I want him to do while his brother is pregnant, and even after wards when the baby is around him."

"What the fuck do you want me to do, then?" Romano growled at the doctor who was actually testing him.

SLAP!

Mr. Manso Delgado had slapped the older Italian, "I want you to clean out your fucking mouth, for one!"

The Italian held his reddened cheek in shock, Did she even know who he was? He was the head of the goddamn mafia! He could have her killed in five seconds just by snapping his fingers if he wanted to.

Italy, Germany, and Spain all stared in awe as the sweet, kind doctor actually slapped the angry Romano, and Romano, who, himself, was in utter shock.

"I also want you to stop yelling at and hitting people, mainly Mr. Beillschmidt," She continued, "He is the father of your brother's child and even though I will care for your brother, I will not just treat him and let him leave if you stress him out and interfere with the baby's development both in and out of the womb. I will mop the entire clinic's floor with you if you do anything to harm your brother or the baby and stress on your brother will create complications with both of them. AM. I. CLEAR?"

At this, Romano cowered a bit at the angry doctor, his Italian senses telling him to run, but he tried to ignore them, "Y-Yes, m-ma'am..." His voice was shaky, but he couldn't help it, she was very scary when she was mad, and this wasn't the first time she had yelled at him.

"Good," Her expression lifted as she smiled and hugged Italy, "I'm sorry if I scared you, too, Mr. Vargas, come back in a few weeks so I can check on you, alright?"

Italy nodded and hugged her back. She was nice enough to try to make sure her patients were comfortable and happy, and she knew the Italian long enough to know that he liked hugs.

"Bye," Italy waved as they left, getting a wave back.

Romano just hid behind Spain as he got the stink-eye from the still angry doctor.

A/N: How was this one? Shocking? No? Yes? Maybe? I don't really know why I made her slap Romano, but to be honest, that's probably what I would do, though...

He probably deserved it, too...Any one got any ideas what I'm going to do with Prussia? Oh, god I don't even know what I'm gonna do...I'll figure it out. Thanks for reading. (^_^)