Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.
A/N: This fanfic is a spin off of my FrUk, Special Candy. It isn't necessary to read that before to understand this one, but recommended. If you decide to read Special Candy, then read Prussia's Adventure and Chapter 6.
Translations: Please feel free to tell about any translations I got wrong.
(Spanish) Por favor – Please
(Spanish & Italian) bebé & bambino – baby
(Italian) Si prega di - Please
(Italian) Spagna – Spain
(Italian) cosa – thing
(German) mein Baby – my baby
(German) Nein – No
(German) Spanien – Spain
(Italian) Potevo essere così stupido. - I could be so stupid.
(German) Sie sind nicht dumm. – You are not stupid.
Prologue
"I hate all of you!" shouted a seethering Italian, who was throwing anything and everything, he could get his hands on.
"Lovino! Por favor stop throwing stuff, you might hurt the bebé!" exclaimed the Spaniard as he tried to get near his little Italian.
"What bambino? There isn't a bambino anywhere here!" shouted the Italian as he ran out of light things to throw.
"Si prega di stop fratello." cried a high pitched voice, who was the younger brother of the angry Italian. "Big brother Spagna is right, you're going to hurt the bambino."
"And I'm telling you two that there is no way in hell that I'm pregnant, especially with that potato bastard's cosa!" Romano shouted as he rudely pointed at the Germanic nation, who was standing next to Italy.
"But fratello!" Italy whined.
"I don't want to hear it!" yelled Romano as he ran out of the room.
"Wait Lovino!" exclaimed Spain as he began to run after Romano but was stopped by Germany.
"I'll go, it is after all mein Baby." Germany assured both Spain and Italy as he ran off after Romano.
"Hey Romano, where did you go?" Germany called out when he lost Romano outside the conference hall. But he received no immediate reply, but some snuffling sounds from behind a door, which Germany believed to be a broom closet.
"Romano are you in there?" Germany asked as he cautiously opened the broom closet's door, careful not to startle the Italian nation.
"Go away, you potato bastard." yelled Romano as he threw a bucket at Germany, whom dodged it effortlessly.
"Nein. I can't very well do that, since you're an emotional wreck and you're pregnant." Germany answered to Romano's request to leave, by sitting next to him in the closet. "Now I know that being pregnant isn't the only thing bothering you, so tell me what else is." Germany demanded.
"Like I'll tell you anything." Romano said as he looked away from Germany.
"Does this have anything being pregnant by me and not Spanien. While your brother is pregnant by Spanien?" Germany asked while trying to figure what is bothering Romano. But when Germany looked back at Romano, he could see that he hit a nerve.
"Sì . ." Romano mumbled in defeat. "It's just that, Spagna told me he loved me and I actually believed him." Romano began to get teared up. "But . . . but when it comes to Italy, I'm just the runner up to him." Romano smiled a pained smile. "Potevo essere così stupido."
"Sie sind nicht dumm." Germany said as he awkwardly brought Romano into a half hug.
"Then why did he leave me for my fratello?" Romano questioned as he relaxed into the half hug.
"Because he couldn't see what he already had in front of him." Germany answered rather quickly.
"Then why did you leave him for me?" asked Romano.
"I didn't really, I just . . . I just. . ." Germany fumbled for the right choice of words.
"Don't bother to lie to me." Romano said in a cracked voice, "Just please don't leave me until this is all over." Romano begged as tears began streaming down his cheeks.
"I won't." Germany promised as he got up and pulled Romano up his feet. "Why don't we go and get some pasta?" Germany offered.
"No, I want pizza." Romano said with a frown.
"Pizza it is then."
That was pretty OOC but I promise as soon as the story gets going, everyone will be In character. R&R please, more reviews faster updates. And the reason why this under and cause I guess you can consider it like a foursome.