Italy was due any day now. His stomach was really round, and about the size of a beach ball. Germany was constantly on the edge, waiting for the time to come.
"Are you ok, Feli? Do you need anything?" Germany constantly asked. It was really starting to irritate the pregnant Italian.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I swear to God if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to scream!" Italy practically yelled. The Italian then thought a moment. He let out a sigh and looked up into the blue eyes of the German. Italy carefully sat down on the couch. "Actually, do you think you could do me a favor and rub my feet? They feel so swollen right now it's not even funny." Italy lifted his feet slightly. Germany helped position the Italian so he was comfortable, and then rubbed the smaller man's feet. Italy smiled. "~Ve. Grazi, Doitsu." Germany rubbed Italy's feet for a good twenty minutes.
Italy had relaxed, but then got up and went to the bathroom. Germany started to relax into the couch. He was almost relaxed when Italy's voice called out loudly.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I think it's time!" Italy called. Germany jumped up and darted towards Italy's voice. The Italian was supporting himself on the wall with one hand, and had his belly clutched with the other. He was breathing heavily. Germany lead Italy to the car, then ran back inside for the suitcase that Italy had packed, and called to Prussia that they were going to the hospital.
Germany had called the hospital at a red light. He let them know that Italy was coming in, and was going into labor. Germany pulled into the hospital, and once they were through the doors, the doctors rushed Italy to the delivery room. Italy was breathing heavily. The got him into a hospital gown and onto a delivery table. The doctors were relieved to see that some sort of opening had formed, and the baby was going to be born naturally, without the need for surgery.
"Allright Feliciano, you need to push this baby out." The doctor said. Italy's breathing had grown heavier, and he pushed. His face turned deep red, and he had a death grip on Germany's hand. Italy moaned in pain, then glared at Germany.
"This is your fault you potato-eating bastard!" Italy practically screamed, sounding a lot like his brother, Romano.
It took about 10 hours of labor, then the doctor finally announced she could see the baby's head. Italy was told to push a few more times, and then the cries of the baby could be heard. Italy smiled with tears streaming down his face. The baby definitely had a good set of lungs, as he was deafening the entire room. The doctor starte barking out times. "Alright, the time is 5:24 am, on February 18 2012." Italy released his grip on Germany, and the doctor looked at the German.
"Would you like to cut the cord?" She asked. Germany nodded and made his way over to the doctor. In her arms was the baby, still covered in slime. Germany cut the cord, and the doctor took the baby to be cleaned off. Italy smiled and let out a sigh, then proceeded to pass out.
After Italy had recovered, the doctor came into his hospital room. "What are you going to name your new baby boy?" She asked as she placed the baby into Italy's arms. Italy looked down at the baby, then at Germany and smiled.
"~Ve. We decided that we are going to name him Aksel Vargas Beilschmidt." Italy grinned. The doctor wrote it down with a smile. Italy and Germany looked at the tiny life they had created. Aksel let out a small sound. The baby was a perfect combination of both his parents. He had light brown hair, that was a blend of Germany's blond and Italy's brunette. There was a curl on the lefts side of his head, much like his mother's, but unlike Italy's, it was curled downward instead of upward. The baby cracked his eyes open slightly, and it was clear that he also had Germany's bright blue eyes. They admired their son, then the doctor spoke up.
"Ludwig is the father, correct?" The doctor asked. She was filling out the information for the birth certificate on her clipboard. Italy gave the doctor a shocked look.
"~Ve! How could you even ask that? There's no doubt that Luddy is Aksel's father!" Italy was near tears. Germany put an arm around Italy's shoulders, and tried to calm the Italian down.
"Feli, it's okay. She had to ask, it's on the form. It's not every day that a man gives birth to a baby, and she needed to be sure." Germany said trying to reassure the Italian. He gave the doctor an apologetic look.
"Don't worry about it too much, Ludwig. He's going to be emotional like this for another week or two until his hormones balance out again." The doctor smiled at the German.
Aksel sensed the confusion and tenseness coming from his mother, and let out a cry. A VERY loud cry. Germany smiled as he rubbed his ear. "Vell, he's definitely got a good set of lungs." Germany said. Italy let out a "~Ve!" and the doctor showed him how to calm the baby down. Aksel had stopped crying and gone to sleep. Italy also noticed how much the baby's nose was like Germany's. The Italian smiled.
"~Ve. Ludwig, grazi. Aksel is the most perfect gift I could have ever asked for. Ti amo." Italy said. Germany smiled and pulled Italy into a kiss, with Aksel being gently held between them.
"Ich liebe dich auch, Feli." Germany whispered.