GerIta Mpreg part 9Month 9
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 r
GerIta Mpreg part 8Month 8
Hungary, Poland, America, and Spain decided that they wanted to throw Italy a baby shower. They went to Germany to ask him if they could, and caught the German completely off guard.
"You vant to throw Italy a baby shower?" Germany asked confused
"Sí! You still need a bunch of stuff before mi sobrino gets here!" Spain said
"What do you say, Germany? Austria already said we could throw it at his house! He said he'd gladly let us use it, as long as we didn't make him stick around." Hungary grinned.
"I've, like, totally got tis all planned out. I made, like, the most adorable gift for your son!" Poland said excitedly.
"It'll be totally awesome, and I'll provide the food! Hamburgers for everyone!" America cheered.
Germany thought about it. It was true that they still needed stuff for the baby. The crib didn't have a mobile, there were barely any clothes in the dresser, and there were no toys whatsoever picked out for the baby. They also needed diapers and stuff like that. Then
GerIta Mpreg part 7Month 6
It had been a month. The doctors appointments had been going good, the baby was healthy. The baby's room was mostly set up. Italy had yelled at Germany multiple times over the simplest of things.
Germany had been relaxing on the couch with a beer. Italy came in and glared at the German. "~Ve! Doitsu, I want that spot on the couch." The Italian growled. Germany sighed and moved over. Italy sat down, and then continued to complain. "~Ve! Doitsu! How do you stand this spot, this arm of the couch is so freaking uncomfortable!"
Germany sighed. "Vell, Italy, that is my spot. You usually end up cuddling next to me, which is why you don't like it." Italy gave Germany his puppy eyes.
"~Ve. Doitsu! How could you ever claim any single spot as your own. Nothing in this house is just yours anymore! ~Ve! You're going to be a Papa, so everything of yours is also your child's!" Italy got up and left the room to cry. Germany had stopped following Italy when he did that. Every time G
GerIta Mpreg part 6Month 5
"~Ve! Doitsu! We need to get the baby's room ready!" Italy said one day in the middle of the night. Italy was just starting to round out. He was at the point where you could tell he was pregnant just by looking at him.
Germany woke up confused and looked at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. He let out a sigh. "Italy, can this please vait until morning? I'd really rather try to sleep before I do any heavy lifting, or anything that may require me being fully avake." Germany asked, looking at the Italian.
Italy looked at the half awake German. "~Ve. I guess. I'm hungry." Italy climbed out of bed and wandered out of the room. Germany stared after him, tempted to follow and make sure Italy didn't fall down the stairs, but sleep overtook him.
A few minutes later Italy came back up the stairs with a bowl of gelato with cheese puffs, chocolate sauce, and cream cheese. He climbed back into bed. He spotted one of the pregnancy books on the night stand. He ate his gelato and read the bo
GerIta Mpreg part 5Month 3
Germany was in his office, reading one of the books on pregnancy that he had bought. He had a notebook on the desk in front of him, and was taking notes on anything that he thought he should keep in mind for a future date. "Alright. 'Make sure the mother to be is under no stress, as it could cause harm to the baby. Just keep her relaxed and there shouldn't be any major troubles.' That should be easy enough." Germany muttered as he wrote down the information. He glanced at the clock. Italy had an appointment with the doctor, so Germany had been trying to pass time reading. It was almost time to go, so he sat the book on the desk, picked up his notebook and went to look for Italy.
Italy was in the bathroom. He had his shirt off, and was looking at his profile, and feeling his stomach. He knew he wasn't really showing yet, but he wanted to see if it was at all noticeable. Germany walked up behind him and put a hand on Italy's stomach.
"You do know you von't show for a vhile yet...