Thank you for those who have reviewed, followed, and favorited Hints! I have finally updated for Russo or Not so any fans who would like to visit for the latest chapter, do so if you'd like and I also have posted up a new UKUS fanfiction (yes, I like seme!Iggy when he is paired up with 'Merica) and next chapter will be uploaded by the end of the week. I just don't know when, but we'll see.

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He hadn't thought that it would have gone this far, but sadly for him and the unfortuanate soul to be puked on tonight would be evidence of it being so. He held his bottle of alcohol in one hand and the other was keeping himself held up against the marbel wall. He felt himself tip but somehow kept himself upright. He heard the distinct sounds of moaning from the other room and aimlessly followed it.

He stumbled to the door and opened it. There was the Italian spread out of the mattress with his legs spread apart and and t-shirt undone. He was a panting, sweaty mess, his hand clutching the mattress. What could be the cause of this though?

"H-hey, n-need some help-! Dammit-the heck is in this-?", he excalimed to him. He was holding up a half empty bottle of what seemed like wine. His dark eyes scanned the room for a possible explanation as to how the other had found it. Hm, it seemed that the other had been having a little scavenger hunt within thte bathroom. The brunette Italian threw the bottle at him and whined.

"Get out, bastard!", he slurred. He could only stumbled into the room and hick up. The Italian frowned and watched him as he made his way over.

"You've had too much, even I am not that drunk.", he said.

"Shut i-!", the dark brunette's outburst was silenced by soft lips crashing into his own.

"Bonjour?", the light brunette bounced up and pointed rudely at the other. He face lighting up with one of bravery and anger.

"YOU! What are you doing here?!", he exclaimed.

"Why, I am 'ere to attend to your older brother, Ohonhonhon~", he looked very amused by Seborga. The brunette's eye twitched at the statement, 'attending to'? Why that no good, perverted bastard! How dare he do such lewd things to his older brother, especially when he was in his weakest state at the moment. Seborga glared up at the Frenchman and held up a fist.

"Get out! I refuse to have you bothering mio fratello, especially in such disgusting ways!", know here was the best part for the Italian. The blonde actually looked hurt! This confused the nation, more so surprised, because this seemed unlike the man to appear as such. He would always be cheerful and perverted, nothing more or less. So why the look now?

"Do you reall-? And you're my own little brother, mon frere! How could you think such things and I love Romano to pieces but not like that!", his sad expression was soon replaced with his happy mask. To hide the hurt that he felt, the fact that his youngest brother thought of him as a rapist or villian of a sort. The brunette kept a guarded appearance and emerald eyes glaring into his sapphire.

"I'm giving you one last warning, France. Get out and I won't hurt you.", he said. France sighed in slight irritation, he didn't want things to come to this but if he must. He chuckled at the youngest Italian brother, this caused the other to move back a bit. Just by an inch. His sapphire eyes glared back, though not as intense as the other, but enough to get the point across. He was not going to move from his spot nor was he going to leave this young one with such a mind set against him. It would only lead to more misunderstanding.

"Nope~", he chuckled as the other looked at him in a bit of rage.

"Not leaving, mon ami~"

"W-well, th-this is your last warning! Get out!", the Italian hesitated to threaten him. This only made the Frenchman grin at him. Seborga only continued to darken his expression and ran forward, sucessfully tackling him to the floor. He felt his head hit the wooden floor and grunted in pain. Well, if he had to fight it seems that he had to take this into his own hands. He flipped there position...only to be dominated by Serboga. He thought that Italians were weak! Well, it seems that he was wrong. The brunette landed a punch to his face, though only to be stopped by a hand grabbing the others hair curl causing the nation to moan a bit.

It was Romano's hand, he stood there with an absolutely murderous aura. He seemed to have just woken up though was still half asleep, his eyes were half-lidded and glazed over. Sapphire eyes blinked in confusion, was he...sleep walking? He stood up and glanced down at the withering and panting form of Serboga.

"Fr-fratello~ah! S-stop i-t's not fu-funny!", the other said weakly. The Southern Italian didn't seem to hear the other's plea and slowly let go of the curl. The brunette began to calm himself down ang found himself glare down at his erection, oh beautiful. Just great.

"Mon frere?"

"...", there came no response from him.

"Fr-Fratello?", the dark brunette stumbled back to his room and slammed the door. France felt a shiver up his spine, that was not normal. Not at all. The blonde nation moved towards the bedroom, leaving the other to recover from his arousal and opened the door to find the other fast asleep. He felt himself sweat a bit and chuckle nervously, he really considered calling someone for help. But that was not on his list to help his young brother, he turned to the fallen nation and grabbed him by his armpits.

"Wh-what are you doing!?", he was shushed by the blonde.

"We need to take now. It's to clear alot of things up, mon ami~", he plopped the struggling 'boy' into a chair. France took a seat on the opposie side of him and looked at the other in amusement. The other sat defiantly and glared at the other. He slammed his palms onto the table and hovered over him by standing.

"I want you to leave now."

"Nope, can do. I have to take care of mon frere, he is very 'sick' as you can see. Ohonhon~", the blonde laughed. This could only cause the other to bristle in irritation.

"I can take care of him, you can leave now.", the other pouted and sapphire eyes twinkled dangerously.

"I see that you are concerned with the fact that I am a 'pervert' as they say, ohonhonhon~", he teased.

"That's because it's true, you idiota!", Seborga barked.

France watched the other closely. The young nation seemed to have a light coat of sweat along his face, though it could only be noticed if you looked closely enough, and his jaw was tense. As if he were prepared for attack, strange, France would not dare to harm a brother. Though when it came to war and such, that would be the only time he ever would have too. His hands were clenched into fists and lips in a thin line, it gave the indication that he was angered but his eyes told that he was a bit peeved by his proclamation. The Frenchman frowned a bit, what was so wrong with that sentence, he wasn't that bad! Unlike a certain Greek man he knew...

"On the contrary, mon ami. I am not a pervert, rapist, nor pedophille...you're technically one though. But I merely say what I see most of the time and I just want to mess with Angletere's head. It is all of your mind's go straight to the gutter, unlike my own.", he stated. Though it was true, he would like to point out that half the time he pointed out the innuendos just to see the reactions of others but other than that, it was harmless fun. Well, except the time that he was slapped by Finland due to a little joke about the Finnish man and a certian Swedish man. He could still feel that same pain. Oh the pain...must be from delievering and making toys to all the children of the world. Maybe he should do that one day to become as strong as the little guy! Pfft, yeah right! Too much commitment.

"I'm not a-", he should really get back onto the topic at hand.

"No point in denying. Now I will stay here and take care of him."

"But what's wrong with him? Why is he sick? Was it England's cooking?", he held back laughter. If only the Englishman could hear this! Oh, the joy of seeing his adorable red face and eyebrows furrowed with a full on pout. This was why he always had a camera on his person at all times. More blackmail and photos for his scrapbook.

"He is...handling a special package, mon ami. A very small (at the moment), adorable package that will bring joy to the world!", this only got him an annoyed blank stare in return.

"Che cosa?", the brunette asked.

"He is pregnant.",the Italian could only sit there in shock as the words started to process through his mind. Pregnant, the definition meaning that a baby was to be born from the mother's womb. Mother. Mother. Female. Female Human. Human. Human. What kind of mind games with this guy playing? There is no such thing as pregnancy as a country in all his years here on Earth, if he had then news would've spread live AIDS or some type of horrid disease.

"That's stupid, he probably just has the stomach flu or something. I can take care of him myself, unlike you.", it was a very rational. Logical really, unlike what this guy was spouting about. Pregnancy was surreal in this situation.

That was when the blonde sighed and began explaining everything, the story of Britannia and England then converting to the evidence the two had earlier gathered from a doctor. His mind was on a roller coaster as this went along. He could only wonder why he was sitting here at the same table of a sexual 'predetor' (or not, he supposed but he would not let his guard down) nor why he was being civil at all with this. Once the story was shared, he stood up and felt around his khaki pockets for a pack.

"I...I need to take a breather. I'll be outside...pervert."

"Suit yourself, mon ami! Just come back, it's a bit too cold for anyone's liking."

"Whatever.", he exited the kitchen and out onto the porch. He took out the ciggerette pack and his special lighter.

"Why does weird stuff always happen to the people around me. And how am I even freaking sane.", he mentally facepalmed. Dio mio, he really needed help-no- his family needed help if one could get pregnant, one was a super pervert (and French), the other was clumsy to the point that he could possibly kill himself by tripping over a pebble, and he was dating a micronation with the appearance of a twelve year old. Seborga light up the cancer stick and exhaled the smoke into the crisp air. It was really to early for him to be doing this.

Romano felt himself be carried into the room, gentle hands shifted him into a comfortable position as they laid him down onto the soft mattress. He felt his subconcious pull him in deeper to sleep, he heard sweet whispers of a lullaby be spoken to in his hear. It was French from what he could recognize, he could never admit it but they sounded beautiful. But he still had his language at the top of the most wonderful on his list. It will forever be established as so. The dark brunette heard the sound of the door clicking shut and footsteps becoming distant as he was swept into a sea of dreams.

No longer were there any nightmares to plague him, only bliss was what he could describe it as.

He felt like a king as he sat atop a cloud, it felt of the same material as the mattress beneath him in the real world including the pillows. But something seemed different, he felt heavy for some reason. He glanced down at his stomach, it held a noticable bulge. That shouldn't even be there right now, he was only about three weeks into this. Or was he wrong? He honestly didn't bother to listen to France.

"Grandpapa Rome! Please, take'a me with'a you!", he heard from below. He once half-lidded eyes snapped open in realization. That was his voice, when he was just a little nation. He dipped his head through the cloud (which surprisingly let his head phase through) and saw a small, tiny white figure.

"Grandpapa! Wait'a for'a me!", it was a younger Romano. He appeared to be at age five as a human but much older as a nation, he wore white robes and black shoes. His dark brunette hair was in it's usual style and his eyes held innocence and purity. Nothing like they were now. Rome was walking away from his chatting with his younger brother, also appearing as a four year old, seemingly ignoring the child. Chibi Romano had tears gathering up in his eyes, now they were slipping onto his pale cheeks in sadness as he stopped his chasing. Merely watching the other two figures walking away.

"Grandpapa...? Grandpapa? ...Grandpapa...I wanted to play with you too...", his voice sounded pitiful. The older version sighed, just as always. Grandpapa Roma would never respond to him, no matter how loud he was. That was when the scenery changed before his emerald-hazel eyes.

"Grandpapa Rome, where the fuck are you going?! Shit, not too fast!", ah he remembered this time in his youth. This was when the curse words had began. It was yet again Chibi Romano jogging over to his grandfather but the other was only walking away too fast. His legs being longer didn't help at all, his younger version couldn't catch up at all. He had only said such horrid language to catch the man's attention. All the other children in his region had been doing so as well, for years even! It had always caught the attention of the parents and grandparents.

"Fucking shit...slow down, old bastard!", it was fruitless to have even continued. His younger self stopped after having already caught up by sprinting and trying to catch his attention by tugging at his cape. Southern Italy frowned and felt himself being lowered to the ground on which his dream was taking place. There he was again, seated on a boulder watching over his younger brother playing with his older brother France as a child. He walked over and sat there on the grass in silence. He wouldn't have expected his younger self to turn in surprise, he jumped a bit when a small voice came forth.

"When is the bambino coming?", the smaller one asked. His eyes were glittering with excitement and wonder, he could only wish that it could've stayed with him over the years. If only people had communicated and treated him as an equal to his brother but it was pointless. He wondered why his younger self hadn't insulted him, but realized that it would be stupid too. For he was himself. He glanced back down at his stomach a second time before shyly putting a hand to his stomach.

"In eight months...I think...", who said he couldn't speak to himself without a single curse in every sentence. No one, dammit.

"You think? I would keep count, cuz bambino will come and make things better! Is bambino a girl or a boy?", why should he keep count? It wasn't like he can, all he new was that in eight months the kid would be free. He side glanced at the beaming Romano sitting up at attention. His little legs crossed and his dark eyes keeping track of his movements. How will the little one make things better, he couldn't see as to why. Wouldn't he be swamped with paperwork 24/7 and be kept up late at night with crying, changing dirty diapers, and most of all raising a person! He couldn't raise a kid for shit!

"I-I don't know, I have to wait to check."

"I want it to be a little boy! A girl would be nice, but then you have to beat up bad boys from hurting her! Hmph, stupid bastards..."

"Tch, would be a pain."

"Can I touch it?", the younger asked curiously. Romano was about to retort back when he locked eyes with the other, emerald-hazel meeting another pair of itself. Orbs shining in happiness and eagerness, he decided to remain silent and nodded in reply. Chibi Romano celebrated with a bashful grin and reached forward with his small hand. His hands felt cold through the odd white cloth hiding away his skin, he shivered a bit though it went unnoticed by Chibi South Italy. His younger self hummed and jumped back with his hand held to his chest. His mouth hung open in amazement.

"I felt something move, signore! Bambino must be saying hi!", this Romano was sounding innocent. Just as he had been back then but it was different with the man who is South Italy today.

"I guess they are.", he said dumbly. His eyebrow raised in question to the other. Little South Italy glanced up at him and frowned, his eyes appearing to be a bit hurt.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Why are you so happy about me having a kid?", he asked. Little South Italy puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms, this surprised him a bit. A total 360 from the younger versions once gentle expression.

"You can be different from Grandpapa Rome! You can be nice and play with bambino all day! Unlike stupid Grandpapa Rome!", he exclaimed. He rubbed his eyes in a certain way to clear away the tears from them. Romano sighed a bit and thought over it, the kid was right. In more ways then one, he wanted to be completely different from that man. But here came the haunting statment that would always remain in his head and will continue to go on in repetition.

"I don't think I can do it though...be a parent at all.", he whispered.

"Yeah, you can! If all the other dumbasses can't do it then we can, dammit! We're fucking South Italy and those fuckasses will realize that we are way better than them, dammit!"

"...I really did have a dirty ass mouth back then...", he now just realized partially why others cringed at his speech. And that he still cursed just a much or maybe more now, but it was somewhat okay. Though for a kid to be saying that...it's just plain weird...

A small insert of what happened that night between Romano and mystery man, who is he? You shall find out next chapter.

And Seborga (I spelled his name right, horray for I have been misspelling it for quite a while, hehehe) seems to have a slight grip of what is going on and my headcannon is that he smokes. Yes, smokes. I have also inserted Chibimano! More interactions with the little guy in the future, haha.

Thank you for reading and I will update sooner this time, promise guys! ^^'

I'm such a bad author, lol.

-FreedomFighter50