[Fanfic] Impossible is nothing if you're Italian - chp 05
so you get another chapter. ^^ I edited the fanfic, so from the 5 chapters in the kink meme, now there's 5 and a half, and they're also longer. That means, next chapter you'll get an actual new one! And from there on, I also shall post the updates in the kink meme. Please enjoy!
Author: me
Title: Impossible is nothing if you’re Italian
Pairings: Germany/N.Italy, Spain/S.Italy, mentioned others
Rating: mostly K+, but might get higher, who knows?
Summary: the Italian brothers find themselves pregnant at the same time… the world might not be ready for that.
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Impossible is nothing if you’re Italian
Chapter 05
England cleared his throat.
“Uuh… yeah, sure, I can come over and drop a charm on the doctor, of course…” the Englishman scratched his ear, looking to the side embarrassedly. “Congratulations, by the way… I guess a celebration is in order?”
He’d been quite surprised to have the Italian brothers call him as they had never truly been close, and even during their political meetings, they had barely talked with each other, but he was the only Nation they knew that had actual magic, and it was obvious they’d want him to help.
Well, there was Norway, but the Italies didn’t know him much either, whilst they at least had some past in common with England.
Besides, England was one of the few nations born by something that could be close to human means -his mother had been a Nation, but she had died not long after his birth, and he’d had to live in the wild until France had found him.
Remembering back then, their first meeting, the tentative friendship they had shared, with France being a bit of a doting older brother despite them having the same age, even though their territories were different…
He shook himself out from his thoughts, feeling vaguely upset.
“I’ll come over later today, if you don’t mind,” he stated in the receiver, receiving a happy chirp from the younger Italian, then he ended the call.
He would need his special ritual clothes, of course. And a few more things.
Turning around, he pointed a finger at one of his faeries, who had been happily floating all around him, humming in happiness, excited at the news. “Could you bring me some Lethe’s bramble, please? I think there should be some in the cupboard…”
The faerie floated away, and England picked up the phone again.
He didn’t know why he was making this call, but he was.
“Allo? This is your gorgeous Francis speaking, who is it?”
England cringed, trying to shake the sudden desire to shut the phone -unfortunately, for how much he disliked France’s attitude, it was inevitable like a tsunami.
“Francis” he started, clearing his throat “I just received an interesting phone call by Feliciano,” he sat down, fingering the phone’s cord absently. “You will never believe what happened”.
“Angleterre? Is that you?” England could hear it in France’s voice… the gloating tone at knowing that England had called him.
He inwardly seethed.
“The Italian brothers are pregnant,” he stated bluntly, smirking at the following silence.
His smirk disappeared after a whole minute of silence.
“Oi, frog -you alive?”
“Mon Dieu,” France’s voice sounded breathless. “This is… so very unexpected,” there was a low, amused chuckle. “I wouldn’t have thought young Ludwig would… an, I must congratulate little Feli and Lovi, then!”
England rolled his eyes, but inwardly cringed at the mental images. France sounded so disbelieving, yet he should have known better, as he’d been there when Italy had loudly announced that he and Germany were having sex not even three months before.
“Listen, frog, don’t make me think back my offer. I’m going to Italy to take care of a doctor who found out. If you want… you can come with me”.
He’d of course offered because he knew how Italy and France were close.
“… is this a date, mon chèr Angleterre?”
Crimson and spluttering, England hissed at the phone. “N-no! Of course not! D-don’t get your pants in a knot, idiotic frog eater!”
“Come on, Arthur…” the way France rolled his name on his tongue should have been deemed illegal, damn it.
“I just thought you would want to know, since Feli is your younger brother,” he paused, then coughed. “I didn’t do it for you! But you’ll keep the two brothers away from me whilst I work, so don’t bitch at me!”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” France chuckled, shaking his head.
England could picture him smiling and posing in his mind, and it was not a pretty picture.
Slamming the phone down, England felt it’d been a very wrong choice to call the Frenchman.
Definitely a wrong choice.
……………
Spain bit his lower lip as he sped up on the highway, barely giving any attention to the road and instead trying to guess where his darling South Italy would be.
He had a vague suspicion that he might have decided to go at his younger brother’s house (dear, dear cute Ita~), but he’d been there and nobody was at home, not even Germany, and Spain didn’t really know where to go.
Where could his dear Romano be?
Suddenly, the tune for the Las Ketchup’s song started playing in the car, and he gasped, startled out from his thoughts.
The hell?!
Spain’s cheeks flushed in shame; he’d never choose such a song as his ringtone! Who did it?! Was it Prussia? Spain’s eyes narrowed in anger, knowing that next time he saw his friend, he would-
Shaking his head, he picked up the phone. It wasn’t the time to plan torture, after all.
“¿Diga?” humming, Spain moved to the side of the road, careful not to drive whilst at the phone.
“It is me, Francis!”
Spain smiled. He could ask France to help with planning torture for Prussia!
“¿Francis~ que pasa?”
“I just had to call and congratulate you!”
“Huuh~?” Antonio blinked, looking at the passing cars at his left with a frown. “Did something happen that I know nothing about?”
Not that it happened often, but sometimes he was the last one to know things. Usually France was quick to call him to gloat, but Spain didn’t quite mind as they thought.
Things like these were not important at-
“Arthur just called me, congratulations! You’re going to be a papa!”
Spain blinked. Then blinked again.
His brain slowly started working around France’s words.
“… come again?”
……………
Prussia had been hiding in the bush ever since Austria had returned home from his trip with Germany (by the pile of books under his bruder’s arms, Prussia had awesomely deduced they had been to the book store), busy spying… well, busy deigning himself to take notice of Austria’s cooking inside the house, when his phone suddenly started ringing.
Quickly taking it out from his pants, Prussia let out a curse, hoping its sound hadn’t busted his position to the Austrian prick.
“Who fucking-”
“Gilbert! Gilbert! I’m going to be a daddy~!”
Prussia blinked, all his animosity vanishing. “Who’s there… Antonio?”
The excited voice on the other end belonged to Spain, but Prussia didn’t think he would call him, not after switching his ringtone with that other song.
Maybe Spain wasn’t angry…?
“Of course I’m Antonio, Gilbert! Listen, listen! My Lovi is pregnant~”
Prussia tilted his head to the side, trying to wrap his brain around what Spain had just yelled.
“Uhm… what do I have to do with that?” he asked in the end, rolling his eyes.
So what if one of his best friends was going to be a daddy? So yes, of course, he was too awesome not to care -he would probably spoil the baby a while frigging lot!
“Feli is pregnant, too~ you’re going to be an uncle! Uncle Gil~” Prussia snorted, smirking as he pictured the Spaniard bouncing around happily. “Sounds nice, does it?”
The world stopped around him as Prussia was suddenly assaulted by a thousand mental images of an adorable Italy pregnant. Because of Germany. His brother Germany. Pregnant with a baby!
His brain conjured up mental pictures of a mini Italy with Germany’s blond hair running around, and his cheeks turned crimson.
“S-so cute…” he muttered, hiding his face with one hand.
It would be awesome. For real! A baby Italy he could spoil!
Prussia finally resurfaced from his heaven imaginary world of himself doting upon preggie Ita, only to hear Spain ranting on the other end of the line. Spain was clearly terribly excited, but the Prussian ex-Nation, although happy, didn’t really care for him right now.
He had to go to Italy~ and hold him close and congratulate!
Babies!
With a proud smirk, Prussia shut the call off…
“You!”
… only to froze as he felt the dreadful presence of Hungary right behind him.
Slowly, so very slowly, he turned around, and barely escaped (with his awesome reflexes!) an incoming frying pan.
Yet, he couldn’t stop smiling.
“Eli~” uncaring for the danger of a returning blow, Prussia wrapped his arms around Hungary’s neck, clinging at her.
He was far too happy not to share the wonderful news!
Hungary turned crimson, her left eyebrow twitching madly, “s-stay away! Or do you want a-”
“Feliciano is pregnant~!”
The frying pan, that had been already arching up high for another blow, froze. Slowly, so very slowly, she lowered it, and stared at Prussia with a strange glint in her eyes that made him back away from her in a rush.
“Excuse me… what?”
Behind her, leaning out from the window, Austria too was blinking in surprise.
……………
Liechtenstein gently watered another pot of flowers, humming softly under her breath and checking to see which vase she should get next, when she heard someone calling her name.
“Lili!”
The sweet girl had barely enough time to turn around that Hungary downed on her like a hawk, after having sped up from Austria’s house all the way up to Switzerland; Liech let out a small gasp, but thankfully the older Nation stopped a few inches from her, panting hart, cheeks flushed and eyes glinting strangely.
Liechtenstein lowered her gaze, flustered, and noticed that Hungary was holding a camera in her hand. She hummed, finally understanding.
“W-what is it, Eli?” she asked meekly, used to the brash, strong attitude of the older girl but still a bit put off by being the centre of her attention.
“Feli and Love have been knocked up!” Hungary announced, straightening her back and patting her skirt. “Perfect material, and so close to us, too! We have a few delicious months ahead of us, Lili!” her eyes were shining in happiness as she twirled around, coming to grasp Liechtenstein’s hands in her own. “Just think about all the sweet, gay action we’ll see first person!”
Cheeks turning suddenly red as embarrassing but enticing pictures flashed through her mind, Liech smiled. “Ah~ that’s splendid! My camera is up in my bedroom, just wait for me… I want to give my congratulations to Feliciano!”
“Congratulations to Feliciano-kun…?”
Slowly stepping out from the corner of Switzerland’s house, Japan blinked. He was holding something in his hands that resembled a bit too much a fluffy white and yellow dress. Something coming straight out of a Heidi episode.
“Why are you going to congratulate with Feliciano-kun?”
Before the news of Italy and Romano’s pregnancy, Hungary would have regarded the sight of a determined, closet pervert as Japan stalking Switzerland to act upon his secret kinks as something hot and worth pursuing, but now, she didn’t really care.
“Feli got knocked up by dear Ludwig, Kiku! It’s a splendid news, don’t you agree?”
Japan’s fingers clenched tightly around the rims of the dress. With eyes suddenly wider, he stepped forwards hesitantly, a million questions rolling through his head but not daring to ask any.
After a few seconds, under the eager stares of Liechtenstein and Hungary, he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at them.
“… mpreg?”
Hungary nodded eagerly, a huge smile on her lips.
“But… if I can ask…” Japan’s cheeks covered with a light shade of pink, “how is this possible?”
Liechtenstein and Hungary glanced at each other. They didn’t know Japan much (though Hungary shared quite a few common interests with him), but both were aware that he’d been under isolation for a lot of time.
Maybe he did really not know?
“Sometimes it happens,” Liech admitted, flustered. “Sometimes, it’s not just… popping out from nowhere. Though it has been a while since this last happened… was it Arthur?”
“Uhm, no, I think the last one was Greece,” Hungary interjected, making Japan fidget at the mention of the other Nation. “Before him, Egypt and then England”.
“I see,” Japan considered this for a moment.
That he knew of, both himself and Korea had appeared from the earth, not by birth, and the same could be said for Taiwan and Hong Kong. As for China, he couldn’t know… he was way older than he was.
He never did think of it, either. It was a very interesting notion, though he should have caught on previously, with Italy’s continuous mentions of ‘Grandpa Rome’…
With vaguely trembling hands -he couldn’t believe he had available something like that- he folded the dress he was holding and placed it in the bag he retrieved from behind the corner of the house.
“I will join you two to see Feliciano-kun in a while, but I think I should make a call first, if you don’t mind” he murmured, mind already running a thousand miles per second.
He retreated quickly bowing and rounding the corner before starting to run, cheeks turning even more red. This was good.
Hungary chuckled, shaking her head. “Let’s go Lili, I want to get there before Gilbert!”
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Allo (French) - Hello (on the phone)
Mon chér (French) - My dear
Angleterre (French) - England
¿ Diga? (Spanish) - Hello (on the phone) (though it means ‘Talk’)
¿Que pasa? (Spanish) - What’s up?
Bruder (German) - Brother
Lili - the fanon name I also adopted for Liechtenstein. Just so you know, for when she pops up, Belgium will be Belle. Yes, I’m so original.
Author: me
Title: Impossible is nothing if you’re Italian
Pairings: Germany/N.Italy, Spain/S.Italy, mentioned others
Rating: mostly K+, but might get higher, who knows?
Summary: the Italian brothers find themselves pregnant at the same time… the world might not be ready for that.
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Impossible is nothing if you’re Italian
Chapter 05
England cleared his throat.
“Uuh… yeah, sure, I can come over and drop a charm on the doctor, of course…” the Englishman scratched his ear, looking to the side embarrassedly. “Congratulations, by the way… I guess a celebration is in order?”
He’d been quite surprised to have the Italian brothers call him as they had never truly been close, and even during their political meetings, they had barely talked with each other, but he was the only Nation they knew that had actual magic, and it was obvious they’d want him to help.
Well, there was Norway, but the Italies didn’t know him much either, whilst they at least had some past in common with England.
Besides, England was one of the few nations born by something that could be close to human means -his mother had been a Nation, but she had died not long after his birth, and he’d had to live in the wild until France had found him.
Remembering back then, their first meeting, the tentative friendship they had shared, with France being a bit of a doting older brother despite them having the same age, even though their territories were different…
He shook himself out from his thoughts, feeling vaguely upset.
“I’ll come over later today, if you don’t mind,” he stated in the receiver, receiving a happy chirp from the younger Italian, then he ended the call.
He would need his special ritual clothes, of course. And a few more things.
Turning around, he pointed a finger at one of his faeries, who had been happily floating all around him, humming in happiness, excited at the news. “Could you bring me some Lethe’s bramble, please? I think there should be some in the cupboard…”
The faerie floated away, and England picked up the phone again.
He didn’t know why he was making this call, but he was.
“Allo? This is your gorgeous Francis speaking, who is it?”
England cringed, trying to shake the sudden desire to shut the phone -unfortunately, for how much he disliked France’s attitude, it was inevitable like a tsunami.
“Francis” he started, clearing his throat “I just received an interesting phone call by Feliciano,” he sat down, fingering the phone’s cord absently. “You will never believe what happened”.
“Angleterre? Is that you?” England could hear it in France’s voice… the gloating tone at knowing that England had called him.
He inwardly seethed.
“The Italian brothers are pregnant,” he stated bluntly, smirking at the following silence.
His smirk disappeared after a whole minute of silence.
“Oi, frog -you alive?”
“Mon Dieu,” France’s voice sounded breathless. “This is… so very unexpected,” there was a low, amused chuckle. “I wouldn’t have thought young Ludwig would… an, I must congratulate little Feli and Lovi, then!”
England rolled his eyes, but inwardly cringed at the mental images. France sounded so disbelieving, yet he should have known better, as he’d been there when Italy had loudly announced that he and Germany were having sex not even three months before.
“Listen, frog, don’t make me think back my offer. I’m going to Italy to take care of a doctor who found out. If you want… you can come with me”.
He’d of course offered because he knew how Italy and France were close.
“… is this a date, mon chèr Angleterre?”
Crimson and spluttering, England hissed at the phone. “N-no! Of course not! D-don’t get your pants in a knot, idiotic frog eater!”
“Come on, Arthur…” the way France rolled his name on his tongue should have been deemed illegal, damn it.
“I just thought you would want to know, since Feli is your younger brother,” he paused, then coughed. “I didn’t do it for you! But you’ll keep the two brothers away from me whilst I work, so don’t bitch at me!”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” France chuckled, shaking his head.
England could picture him smiling and posing in his mind, and it was not a pretty picture.
Slamming the phone down, England felt it’d been a very wrong choice to call the Frenchman.
Definitely a wrong choice.
……………
Spain bit his lower lip as he sped up on the highway, barely giving any attention to the road and instead trying to guess where his darling South Italy would be.
He had a vague suspicion that he might have decided to go at his younger brother’s house (dear, dear cute Ita~), but he’d been there and nobody was at home, not even Germany, and Spain didn’t really know where to go.
Where could his dear Romano be?
Suddenly, the tune for the Las Ketchup’s song started playing in the car, and he gasped, startled out from his thoughts.
The hell?!
Spain’s cheeks flushed in shame; he’d never choose such a song as his ringtone! Who did it?! Was it Prussia? Spain’s eyes narrowed in anger, knowing that next time he saw his friend, he would-
Shaking his head, he picked up the phone. It wasn’t the time to plan torture, after all.
“¿Diga?” humming, Spain moved to the side of the road, careful not to drive whilst at the phone.
“It is me, Francis!”
Spain smiled. He could ask France to help with planning torture for Prussia!
“¿Francis~ que pasa?”
“I just had to call and congratulate you!”
“Huuh~?” Antonio blinked, looking at the passing cars at his left with a frown. “Did something happen that I know nothing about?”
Not that it happened often, but sometimes he was the last one to know things. Usually France was quick to call him to gloat, but Spain didn’t quite mind as they thought.
Things like these were not important at-
“Arthur just called me, congratulations! You’re going to be a papa!”
Spain blinked. Then blinked again.
His brain slowly started working around France’s words.
“… come again?”
……………
Prussia had been hiding in the bush ever since Austria had returned home from his trip with Germany (by the pile of books under his bruder’s arms, Prussia had awesomely deduced they had been to the book store), busy spying… well, busy deigning himself to take notice of Austria’s cooking inside the house, when his phone suddenly started ringing.
Quickly taking it out from his pants, Prussia let out a curse, hoping its sound hadn’t busted his position to the Austrian prick.
“Who fucking-”
“Gilbert! Gilbert! I’m going to be a daddy~!”
Prussia blinked, all his animosity vanishing. “Who’s there… Antonio?”
The excited voice on the other end belonged to Spain, but Prussia didn’t think he would call him, not after switching his ringtone with that other song.
Maybe Spain wasn’t angry…?
“Of course I’m Antonio, Gilbert! Listen, listen! My Lovi is pregnant~”
Prussia tilted his head to the side, trying to wrap his brain around what Spain had just yelled.
“Uhm… what do I have to do with that?” he asked in the end, rolling his eyes.
So what if one of his best friends was going to be a daddy? So yes, of course, he was too awesome not to care -he would probably spoil the baby a while frigging lot!
“Feli is pregnant, too~ you’re going to be an uncle! Uncle Gil~” Prussia snorted, smirking as he pictured the Spaniard bouncing around happily. “Sounds nice, does it?”
The world stopped around him as Prussia was suddenly assaulted by a thousand mental images of an adorable Italy pregnant. Because of Germany. His brother Germany. Pregnant with a baby!
His brain conjured up mental pictures of a mini Italy with Germany’s blond hair running around, and his cheeks turned crimson.
“S-so cute…” he muttered, hiding his face with one hand.
It would be awesome. For real! A baby Italy he could spoil!
Prussia finally resurfaced from his heaven imaginary world of himself doting upon preggie Ita, only to hear Spain ranting on the other end of the line. Spain was clearly terribly excited, but the Prussian ex-Nation, although happy, didn’t really care for him right now.
He had to go to Italy~ and hold him close and congratulate!
Babies!
With a proud smirk, Prussia shut the call off…
“You!”
… only to froze as he felt the dreadful presence of Hungary right behind him.
Slowly, so very slowly, he turned around, and barely escaped (with his awesome reflexes!) an incoming frying pan.
Yet, he couldn’t stop smiling.
“Eli~” uncaring for the danger of a returning blow, Prussia wrapped his arms around Hungary’s neck, clinging at her.
He was far too happy not to share the wonderful news!
Hungary turned crimson, her left eyebrow twitching madly, “s-stay away! Or do you want a-”
“Feliciano is pregnant~!”
The frying pan, that had been already arching up high for another blow, froze. Slowly, so very slowly, she lowered it, and stared at Prussia with a strange glint in her eyes that made him back away from her in a rush.
“Excuse me… what?”
Behind her, leaning out from the window, Austria too was blinking in surprise.
……………
Liechtenstein gently watered another pot of flowers, humming softly under her breath and checking to see which vase she should get next, when she heard someone calling her name.
“Lili!”
The sweet girl had barely enough time to turn around that Hungary downed on her like a hawk, after having sped up from Austria’s house all the way up to Switzerland; Liech let out a small gasp, but thankfully the older Nation stopped a few inches from her, panting hart, cheeks flushed and eyes glinting strangely.
Liechtenstein lowered her gaze, flustered, and noticed that Hungary was holding a camera in her hand. She hummed, finally understanding.
“W-what is it, Eli?” she asked meekly, used to the brash, strong attitude of the older girl but still a bit put off by being the centre of her attention.
“Feli and Love have been knocked up!” Hungary announced, straightening her back and patting her skirt. “Perfect material, and so close to us, too! We have a few delicious months ahead of us, Lili!” her eyes were shining in happiness as she twirled around, coming to grasp Liechtenstein’s hands in her own. “Just think about all the sweet, gay action we’ll see first person!”
Cheeks turning suddenly red as embarrassing but enticing pictures flashed through her mind, Liech smiled. “Ah~ that’s splendid! My camera is up in my bedroom, just wait for me… I want to give my congratulations to Feliciano!”
“Congratulations to Feliciano-kun…?”
Slowly stepping out from the corner of Switzerland’s house, Japan blinked. He was holding something in his hands that resembled a bit too much a fluffy white and yellow dress. Something coming straight out of a Heidi episode.
“Why are you going to congratulate with Feliciano-kun?”
Before the news of Italy and Romano’s pregnancy, Hungary would have regarded the sight of a determined, closet pervert as Japan stalking Switzerland to act upon his secret kinks as something hot and worth pursuing, but now, she didn’t really care.
“Feli got knocked up by dear Ludwig, Kiku! It’s a splendid news, don’t you agree?”
Japan’s fingers clenched tightly around the rims of the dress. With eyes suddenly wider, he stepped forwards hesitantly, a million questions rolling through his head but not daring to ask any.
After a few seconds, under the eager stares of Liechtenstein and Hungary, he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at them.
“… mpreg?”
Hungary nodded eagerly, a huge smile on her lips.
“But… if I can ask…” Japan’s cheeks covered with a light shade of pink, “how is this possible?”
Liechtenstein and Hungary glanced at each other. They didn’t know Japan much (though Hungary shared quite a few common interests with him), but both were aware that he’d been under isolation for a lot of time.
Maybe he did really not know?
“Sometimes it happens,” Liech admitted, flustered. “Sometimes, it’s not just… popping out from nowhere. Though it has been a while since this last happened… was it Arthur?”
“Uhm, no, I think the last one was Greece,” Hungary interjected, making Japan fidget at the mention of the other Nation. “Before him, Egypt and then England”.
“I see,” Japan considered this for a moment.
That he knew of, both himself and Korea had appeared from the earth, not by birth, and the same could be said for Taiwan and Hong Kong. As for China, he couldn’t know… he was way older than he was.
He never did think of it, either. It was a very interesting notion, though he should have caught on previously, with Italy’s continuous mentions of ‘Grandpa Rome’…
With vaguely trembling hands -he couldn’t believe he had available something like that- he folded the dress he was holding and placed it in the bag he retrieved from behind the corner of the house.
“I will join you two to see Feliciano-kun in a while, but I think I should make a call first, if you don’t mind” he murmured, mind already running a thousand miles per second.
He retreated quickly bowing and rounding the corner before starting to run, cheeks turning even more red. This was good.
Hungary chuckled, shaking her head. “Let’s go Lili, I want to get there before Gilbert!”
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Allo (French) - Hello (on the phone)
Mon chér (French) - My dear
Angleterre (French) - England
¿ Diga? (Spanish) - Hello (on the phone) (though it means ‘Talk’)
¿Que pasa? (Spanish) - What’s up?
Bruder (German) - Brother
Lili - the fanon name I also adopted for Liechtenstein. Just so you know, for when she pops up, Belgium will be Belle. Yes, I’m so original.