Replacement: First sequel to Baby Mine

Aph: GerIta

A/n:Ciao! Well, this was suppose to be the first sequel to Baby Mine, but I couldn't figure out how to start it, so it ended up not being the first sequel ^^;. Anyways, this will deal with everything that happened that ended up leading to Italia getting her indepence. Weather that will be a war, an argument, or peacefully, I want you, my readers, to tell me so. I'm not sure how long this fic will be, so let's just take it one at step at a time, eh? Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this! Let me know what you guys think. Oh, and flames will be used to cook my ramen!

Warnings: This is a Gerita fic, and has yaoi therefore, and mpreg(nothing explict, in fact, it doesn't even describe anything that happens), so if you don't like any of those, than please turn back now.

Disclaimer: Guess what guys!...I still don't own Hetalia!

Chapter one: Changes

Things were changing in Germany's home. Italia was growing up fast, and seemed to become more distant towards him. SHe didn't seem to want to be around him anymore. This had been happening ever since his brother had died. He assumed, at first, that maybe she just didn't like to be in the house because of all the memories there. For awhile there, Italia made every excuse she could to get out of the house. Weather it was Britain wanted her to visit, though sometimes she was lying, or it was Nicolai's birthday and she promised to spend time with him, or Belgium was taking her for a girls day out, or just any excuse she could think of. After awhile, it was starting to get old, but she would never tell him the real reason why she wanted to be away from the house as much, and as long as she could possibly get away with.

That had been at least four years, well four years for a country anyways, and now Italia was a teenager. A fourteen year old teenager, which as any parent knows, the teen years are the worst, and this was no different. Italia was out even more, and wouldn't come home for long periods of time. Whenever the Germanic nation would question where she was always disappearing off to, she would roll her eyes, and say that she's a growing nation, and she needs to get "friendlier" with some of the other nations. Then, she would go to her room, and stay in there for hours at a time, doin whatever it was she did when she in there.

She hardly spoke to either Germany, or Italy, which made both of them feel a bit saddened. After all, what happened to the cute little girl that was always smiling, and following them around like a lost little duckling? What happened to the little girl that would scream her head off if she woke alone without either one by her? The little girl they took care of when she was sick, when she got hurt? When did she suddenly change into this moody, bratty person that would have nothing to do with either one, and be out all the time causing them stress? It was starting to make them feel...Well, they were feeling lonely...

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"Ummm, how are you today...Vera?" Germany asked as he stood in Italia's doorway awkwardly. Italia looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He had never used her real name. Her hazel eyes looked at him questioning.

"You've asked that ten times already, Ludwig. It's not going to change i five minutes." She said, going back to her drawing. Ludwig sighed heavily.

"Can I come in?" He asked akwardly.

"You're gonna do it anyways, why ask?" He took that as a yes, and cmae into her room. He sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the drawing."That's very good."He commented. Italia blushed slightly, and nodded. She didn't say anything else for awhile, and they merely sat there together, on her bed, in awkward silence.

She flipped to another page, and paused as if she were thinking. Germany caught a small glimpse of the last picture she had finished, and then looked at her.

"I didn't realize you were still into the whole military thing. Is that a SS uniform?" He looked at the previous page again, but before he could get a good look, italia snatches it away, and tucks it away from his view. SHe glares at him slightly, and then relaxes her look as she goes back to drawing.

"It's not an SS uniform. "she said softly. Germany's light blue eyes looked at her slightly confused. "I know they look very similar, but it's seriously not that uniform. I was just thinking about military outfits, and that was one of them." Germany nodded slightly.

"So, you're just now thinking about you countries military? WHy now?" Italia shrugged slightly.

"Every country needs one, right?" She said simply. Germany nodded slightly, eyeing her as she erased lines, and made new ones.

"So..What else have you been thinking about..Other than military sort of things. We haven't spoken about that stuff since what was it?"

"1956...That was the last time we ever really spoke about anything about my country." Germany nodded slightly.

"It's been almost thirty-two years since then...Have you figured anything out?" Italia nodded.

"I figured it could be run by a mixture of three things." Ludwig tilted his head slightly. "Nicolai helped me figure it out the last time I visited him. See, I figured my country is going to be run by a mixture of geniocracy, meritocracy,, and nomocracy. Those really stood out to me, but those were already things I was thinking about a long time ago."

"Anything else?"

"I figured out alot. It's all really hard to put into one convosation." SHe said with a shrug. With those words uttered from her mouth, Ludwig knew she wouldn't say anymore than she already had. She was like that. She didn't like people outside of her country to really know what' s going on, though he got the sense that she told him more about her country than she told anyone else, even Italy probably didn't know as much as he knew.

"So when you say alot, how much is alot?" Italia looked at him, and shrugged.

"Enough that I could become independt." Germany's heart froze for a moment. She had said that as if..as if she was already contemplating it, but there's no way in hell she could already be considering that...Is there? Italia glanced at him, realizing her mistake almost immediately. "Not that I'm considering it. I'm just saying." Germany relaxed slightly, but there was something in her tone that he didn't trust.

"Well-"

"Oh! Britain and America are coming to pick me up..I hope you don't mind?" She glanced at him. Germany shrugged.

"To plan your birthday party, right?" Italia nodded slightly.

"I know it's three months early, but..Well, ya know how America is."SHe chuckled slightly with Ludwig, and then sighed heavily,"So,,You'll be coming this year..Right?" Germany looked at her, surprised.

"Well, yeah, I'll be coming like I do every year. What made you think I wouldn't?" Italia bit her lip, and shrugged slightly.

"Well, it's just that Italy hasn't been feeling well lately, and I just thought that maybe you'd stay here, and take care of him."She glanced at him."You know, I wouldn't care. Italy's health means more to me than you guys coming to some dumb party for me."She smiled slightly. Germany chuckled, and shook his head.

"Italia, he is feeling better. It was just a short cold. We'll be coming to your party, ok?"He stood up, and kissed her forehead before walking out. Italia sighed, and looked away as he walked out.

why? She wondered to herself, scowling slightly. Why the hell did I have to say that out loud? 'Enough so that I could become independent!' Idoit! Idoit! Idoit! I wasn't supposed to say that I wanted my independent until later... After all, nobody will see as my own country until I become indepnt. If I stay under Germany and Italy's rule forever, I'll be seen...Just the same as Sealand or Scheylles, or all the other micronations! And I'm not dammit! SHe sighed heavily, and sat on her bed, with her legs dangling over the edge. SHe looked down, her feet were barely touching the floor. And I'm short...Wait, I'm not short! It's perfectly normal to be five foot even...Isn't it? blah! She threw herslef backwards on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What if he doesn't let me go peacefully? There's no way in hell I could ever hope to beat him..My army is so weak, it minus well be non-exstanent...Gah! She jumped slightly when the door opened, and a pair of familiar amber eyes looked at her. Her smile widened. Italy! Yes! Yes, Italy wouldn't want a war. He would convince Germany to let me go peacefully. And Ludwig would go along with him because. Because, whether he wants to admit it or not, he does have a soft spot for Italy. He wouldn't want to upset Italy, so he'd let me go peacefully. Now...How to bring it up casually...

"Ve~ Italia?"

"Yes, Italy?" She said sweetly, almost too sweetly. She cringed when she realized that. Goood, please don't be suspicious...Wait..This is Italy! I don't have to worry about him reading too much into it! He's an idoit!

"Well, I wondering if you were hungry. I was going to feed you before you went over to Britain's house, so you wouldn't starve to death. "Italia shrugged slightly.

"Britain lets me cook when I go over there..So, I won't starve." Italy nodded slightly, then cleared his throat. Italia raised an eyebrow. "Something you want?" She asked softly. Italy looked at her, and nodded."Well..Come in." She smiled, and made room for him on her bed. Italy smiled slightly, came in, and closed the door behind him.

"This is something very important, so please don't tell Germany what I'm about to tell you. I want it to be a surprise." Italia's curiosity was growing to the point where she was becoming impatient when he sat beside her on the bed, but even then he hesitated to speak.

"Just tell me. What? Are you going to leave again?" As soon as those words left her mouth, she regretted it. Italy looked at her, frowning slightly. SHe didn't have to be a mind reader to know she had hurt a sensitive spot for him. After all, Italy was Italy, and wore his emotions on his sleeves like a proud badge. Italia also regretted the words. SHe also felt a pang in her chest. That time was not something she ever wanted to mention again, but she never mentioned it, r let it show.

"No, no. What would make you think I'd want to do that?" Italia huffed, and shrugged.

"Well, just tell me then." Italy nodded slightly.

"Right..Well, I've been thinking...I know you're growing up, and Germany sees it too. So, we've been thinking that it's time-" Italia was getting giddy, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought that came across her mind.

Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! They finally see that I'm no longer a child, and that I can handle myself, and that I'm strong enough to become indepndt! This is what I've been waiting for! The moment they decide to give me my freedom! Yes, yes, yes!

However, that is not what was crossing his mind at all..Oh no! His thoughts were:" to have another baby." He finished. Italia's hope immediately was dashed. She held her smile in place, even though it was now forced and fake, and laughed slightly.

Of course that's what he would want...They just want to get rid of me...They find me a bother, and want a replacement.

"Have...Have you ran this by Ludwig yet?" She asked softly. Italy shook his head.

"Nope. I figure it was something worth saving until we were alone. I just wanted to know if it was ok with you. After all, you'll always be mi topoina."

Nein, nein, nein, neit, neit, neit! This is not ok with me! What? Do you want to replace me? Do you think I'm such a bother now, you guys can't control me anymore, so it's better to have another one, that is yours, so you could control it better? Is that what you want?

"Well...If it's what you want, than I have no problem going along with it. Whatever you want to do, just do it." She held back so many other feelings that welled up as Italy hugged her tightly.

"Yes, but your happiness means much more to us. We would never do anything to make you unhappy." He kissed her check, and then left. Italia sighed unhappily, and looked out the window.

Yes..Yes..You would... She thought, then began getting her most important possions together as she saw America's car drive into the driveway..

A/n: Well, I hope this chappie didn't disappoint anyone! I know this is short, and for that I apologize. I know, it seems like most of my fics are like that huh? Well, just to let you all know, I am comptely typing this out. Yupp, that's right, I am not writing it on pencil and paper. Too complicated. SO, I have made the descion to simply type it all out, which may lead to a few surprise condering the fact I tend to write late at night. Anyways, what's in store for the next chappie? Well, of course, Italy tells Germany what he wants. Does Germany agree? Or does he turn the Italian down? And what of the party? Will it be wild? Or calm..Well as calm as America's party is? Will Nicolai show into the picture? Will Italia tell him what she feels about Germany and her Indepence? Or will he already know? Well, read the next chappie and you'll find the answers! So, until next time, please remember that Swedish are scary, and Germans can't run a cafe. Hasta La pasta!