Feliciano frowned. Something was off today, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He had had his fill of pasta today and even took a two-hour siesta while Ludwig was away at work.

He lightly touched his forehead, searching for a cause. Finding nothing wrong there, Feliciano grimaced and traveled to the restroom.

"Ve~, come on, Feliciano!" He whispered, shutting the door and locking it. He immediately began stripping off his shirt, pants and undergarments.

"Maybe a shower would be good for you." He repeated Ludwig's words from the other day.

Turning the shower knob to a chilling degree, the Vargas hopped into the bathtub, letting the spray hit his hair and Mediterranean tanned body. He sighed; his muscles still felt tense. To solve the problem, he plunged the knob to 'warm'.

Feliciano took the hidden Oregano soap from under a wash towel and lathered his hands with it, smoothing it over his torso. He stopped at his stomach.

"Ve~?" He made a quizzical sound and held his hands at his stomach under the shower.

Pressing on his abdomen, he noticed it was stiff. This wasn't a good sign. Did he have some type of disease, perhaps, cancer?

Feliciano circled it with his fingers, pressing firmly on it. He stifled a frightened squeak as a million different thoughts filled his head.

After turning off the tap (that had now run out of hot water) and dressing into a clean, crisp blue uniform that his ally had pressed a day ago, he skipped into the kitchen, taking a list of ingredients missing from the pantry. Ludwig just so happened be sitting at the dining table, his thin glasses on the bridge of his nose and a thick "nameless" novel in his hand.

"Ludwig!" Feliciano shrieked, making the blonde knock over a teacup, which crashed onto the floor. "We're out of pasta!"

Groaning over the broken teacup that was given to him by Roderich, he finally replied, "Fine, fine, please, just go to the store. I will clean this up, alright?"

Pecking his love on the lips, he smiled sweetly and quickly pulled on Ludwig's evening coat. Then, heading out the door, he blew another kiss before shutting the door.

"Si, I love Germany!" He sang while walking on the pavement. "And I love pasta~!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Hey there, beautiful!" Feliciano turned his head to meet the albino face of an elder Beilschmidt. "Where are you going, eh, Feliciano?"

"Gilbert!" Feliciano squeaked, hugging the ruby-eyed man tight. "I was just going to the store to pick up a few things. Can you believe it? We ran out of pasta!"

Jealous, the German's bird, Gilbird, tweeted annoyingly and started plucking at the white hair of his owner.

"Aye, Gilbird! Stop it, would you?" Gilbert turned back to the small Italian. "Well, I have a motorcycle here, so if you want to, I could always drop you off! Sound like a plan?"

"Ve~! That's wonderful! Thank you, Gil!"

After thanking Gilbert for the thousandth time, Feliciano entered the supermarket, grabbing a shopping basket at the front.

He went to the usual isle, to pick up pasta and other products. Maybe he should get some other specialties for Ludwig, too; he went to the meat section.

Placing in his basket a few pound of some type of meat that was supposed to be for bratwurst, he headed out of that place as fast as his legs could carry him (without running). It scared him to stand in the refrigerated meat area for a very long time.

He passed the medicine and test isle… Feliciano stopped. Knitting his perfectly arched eyebrows together, he faintly touched his belly, feeling the hardness that scared him. The brunette finally gathered the strength to walk through the isle.

Stopping where he saw the pregnancy tests, he coughed slightly. Feliciano knew that this was an absurd idea, but he feared that anything could happen. He plucked one out of its place and put into the basket as well, quickly hurrying to the check out, panting from fear and just plain walking.

By the time he arrived at Ludwig's home, the blonde man had already made dinner for them. Feliciano sighed, he knew there was going to be no pasta or pizza or any other type of Italian food tonight.

"Mm," Ludwig kissed Feliciano's forehead sweetly. "Come to the table when you're ready, OK?"

Plastering on his best smile he put down the grocery bags and hugged the German.

"Ve~, I just need a moment to get myself cleaned up." He mumbled, trying to sound happy.

Feliciano tried to control his breath. He had just taken the test and was now waiting for the results.

"You shouldn't worry about anything," he cooed to himself. "Nothing's going to happen, and you know it!" He tapped his long, slender fingers on the counter, trying to pass the time.

Tap, tap, tap, tap; tap…

He looked down at the digital test stick (he didn't know, but he bought the most expensive test. Usually, pregnancy tests aren't digital) and held it up to see the result.

'PREGNANT' The Italian read. OK, that's a- wait, what?

He read it again and again, trying to find something that he did incorrectly. No, he did everything right, he made sure of it! Tears trailed down his olive-tanned face from those warm chocolate-brown gems.

"My God," He whimpered. "I'm pregnant,"

Feliciano collapsed on the tile floor, blacking out and watching his vision swirl into the darkness.

OK, so like, I deleted the first post, one, because it was so messy and all drafty... TWO! I edited some stuff and now I have good line breaks. XD I have to admit, I'm SO slow at technology and anything computer wise... Just ask my cousins and friends!

Yeah, anyway, I will update the latest and there will be more chapters! Danke, Luete~!