A/N: Eh heh heh…mpreg. Don't you all love it? Yar. Wait, don't answer that question.

Warnings: Yaoi and mpreg, dur.

Pairings: GermanyxItaly, AmericaxEngland, ChinaxJapan, AustriaxPrussia

Disclaimer: GOD I DON'T OWN HETALIA. I'M JUST A LOWLIFE SITTING AT HER COMPUTER TYPING.

America was worried.

Then again, you might be too if you had sex with your crush(and it was his first time) and then he just stops calling you. America didn't know what to think. He had tried getting a hold of England for several days now, to no avail. He had thought England had died, but immediately tried to single those thoughts out. The thought of his England…his Iggy…dead…

No.

No, it just couldn't be. So he decided to travel all the way to England to see if he was okay. It just wasn't normal, the way he was acting. England always picked up the phone because he had nothing better to do.

So here he was, outside of his house, contemplating his next move. So he decided to knock. Just a few simple knocks, waiting for a response. But nothing came. So instead, he started pounding. Still nothing.

So then he decided to take a different approach. He jumped through the window, brushing off the shreds of glass off his face then scanning England's living room. There was no pain from the incident, of course, because he was a hero and heroes didn't get injured easily.

"ARTHUR!" America yelled through the house. But no response. He frantically began looking around, in the kitchen and upstairs, but he was nowhere to be found. He went downstairs and checked his office, which was empty. He resorted to looking in the bathroom, where he found the biggest shock of his life.

England was sprawled against the floor, with a sickly look amidst his face. He opened his blood-shot eyes and saw America, causing him to cringe. "Oh, bloody hell…"

"Arthur! What's wrong with you?"

"Honestly? I have no idea." America grabbed his hand, helping him stand up.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. I've been throwing up non-stop for the past two weeks and I haven't gotten any sleep."

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"I was too sick, you bloody idiot. I could hardly move."

"Well, we need to get you to a doctor."

"No way am I seeing a doctor."

"Then let's go to China! He's a doctor, and you're more comfortable with him anyway!"

"Alright, Alfred. If it'll shut you up, I'll go see him."

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"Ve~" Italy made the Japanese onomatopoeia sound as he continued vomiting for no particular reason. Germany watched with disgust as his petite Italian lover emptied the contents of his stomach into the poor toilet.

"…You okay?"

"No, Ludwig. I feel sick." Italy wiped the sweat off his forehead, which he noticed was extremely hot.

"You know, Feliciano, you've been like this for a few weeks. Maybe you need to see someone."

"But-"

"Don't complain. Maybe it's time we paid Yao a visit? Besides, we haven't seen Kiku in so long."

"Ve. Fine. But on the way home, you're buying me pasta~!"

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"Would you listen to me for five seconds?"

"No, you're just going to feed me some 'I'm worried about you' crap!"

"Gilbert, you just threw up in a bush. What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to piss off! It was probably just the alcohol." Prussia was trying to run away from Austria. He didn't understand why he was so worried about him. They only experienced a brief, non-drunken night together and now Austria was demanding him to 'become his lover.' What was the big deal? It was just a one-night stand. Austria needed to fucking chill out.

"It was not alcohol. Not unless you have been consistently drinking for the past week."

"Have you been stalking me or something?"

"Please, for goodness sake, just go see Yao. Get a blood test. He'll be able to determine what's wrong."

"You know what? Just to prove you wrong, I'll go."

"Thank you."

"The only thing he'll be able to determine is my alcohol overload…" Prussia muttered under his breath as he and Austria exited the mansion.

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Yao Wang was utterly confused. Kiku Honda, his boyfriend that he had only recently deflowered, showed up at his doorstep feeling 'unconsciously ill.' He had drawn some of his blood and had begun testing it for possible viruses and such when both America and England showed up at his house. After taking England's blood, Italy and Germany showed up. And after taking Italy's blood, Prussia and Austria showed up. Were all the nations suddenly inflicted by the plague?

So now he waited as a printer was printing out results for all of them. He was curious what was wrong with his Japan especially…he wasn't sick, was he?

The printer made a sound, confirming its finish. He grabbed the paper with shaky hands and looked at the results. His eyes nearly popped out of his head after realizing what doom lay upon him.

He walked out into the living room, which had been turned into a makeshift waiting room.

"How's Iggy? Is he dying?"

"I'm not dying, you bloody git!"

"Ve~ I'm scared, Ludwig…"

"It's gonna be alright, Feliciano…I hope…"

"How is my boyfriend?"

"I'm not your boyfriend, you stupid ass!"

"Yao…please tell me I'm okay…"

"Well…it's quite simple really…" China rubbed his eyes and re-read the results to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Arthur…Feliciano…Gilbert…Kiku…you guys are pregnant."

A/N: So this was kind of like a prologue sort of. Lol.