Knotted Flags 6

" I do not think we should confront him. That would only lead to more trouble, and possibly a death. " Ludwig and Kiku sat across from each other at the dining room table. Germany was looking down at the flower. Ever since he realized Russia was involved... they could have been narcotics. Knocked Italy out, knocked him up in some sick twisted manner, and sent him home. What if the baby was Russia's?

That made the contents of his stomach battle him, wincing hard and swallowing. Kiku granted him a moment until he spoke. Hands folded on the table, he tried to soak in Ludwig's emotions and comfort him. " We have to keep Italy safe. No matter what. " Germany nodded slowly, brushing a hand through his blonde hair. " I don't know what to do. I'm not going to stand by and wait for whatever that monster has planned for us. That baby could be killing him as we speak. "

A sigh from both of them, and there was a yell from the kitchen. " DOITSU! KIKU! " They both turned their heads towards the kitchen doorway to their left, both of them not really in the mood to speak. Italy was in blue pajamas. His old PJs tops had gotten too tight for that tummy, which was definitely showing now. " Do we have any pickles? "

He opened the fridge up and dug inside without either answers. Germany looked away and sighed softly once more, leaving Kiku to respond. " I believe we do. Why, are you hungry? " Italy grumbled softly, something sarcastic surely before he raised his voice for him to hear. " I don't think I've ever been this hungry... " He reached into the cabinets, batting away the flour and sugar to grab...

Cheez Whiz was sprayed on the top of the dill pickle he found, a huge mound of fake cheese. A soft, almost erotic moan sounded from the Italian before fitting the fermented cucumber into his mouth. Japan's face turned almost as green as the pickle, and laid a hand over his mouth. Italy came into the dining room and sat beside Doitsu, snuggling up to him. He continued to spray cheese either on the pickle or in his mouth, but either way, that pickle wasn't going to last long.

Germany looked to Italy, and he quickly broke the ice. " Did Russia do anything to you? Anything you didn't like? " Italy looked up from preparing a bite of the freakish craving satisfier. He paused, swallowing the cheez whiz in his mouth. " All I remember is the candy, and suddenly I was in bed with you Doitsu. I wasn't sore. And he just smiled at me when he found he eating his flower. "

The Asian spoke from behind his hand, looking away from the two of them. " I guess the best thing is to let Italy go... full, term, and wait for the results. " Those seemed to be very hard words for him to squeeze out. Feliciano chewed on the pickle in his mouth, before extending a slobbery, cheesy end to Japan. " Want some? " Kiku quickly stood, cheeks turning pale. A hand cupped harder over his mouth. " Oh gracious. " And he raced for the bathroom. Even Germany didn't get a kick out of it. Hopefully he didn't have the candy either.

Italy watched Japan rush away... and turned to Germany. Only when Germany turned to him did he speak. Tiny tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, eyes somewhat narrowed. " You don't think this baby's yours, Doitsu...? H-how else could it be? " Ludwig closed his eyes, trying not to see the damaged heart of his... love. He tried to give a harder example of himself, trying to get a snarl on his face. But he looked back up at those big brown eyes and he just couldn't. His face wilted from exhaustion and yes... maybe some depression. He whispered. " I want it to be ours. But Russia... Russia did this to you. And you know how he is. "

Feliciano looked over the German's face... before setting his pickle and cheese down. He leaned up and kissed that golden temple. He wiped his hands on his Pjs quickly, and gently took Ludwig's hand in two of his. " Doitsu... I love you. And I know it's yours. I can feel it. " And he set that big, calloused hand on his tummy. Germany jumped in shock, just from touching his tummy. Nothing even moved!

He looked up to Italy with his jaw hanging, but Feli merely smiled at him in that happy-go-lucky manner. Blue eyes traveled back down to where his hand rested. Instantly he pulled his hand away, looking somewhat at it as if it was supposed to be soaked with blood. Italy was lucky he didn't feel anything more then elevated flesh. " Italy, I cant... I cant touch it. Not with these doubts. "

Italy sat back down, picking up his pickle and cheese. They sat in silence aside from the last crunches of the pickle between his teeth, until Feli broke the ice with soft, warm words. Like cuddly, purring kittens to Germany's ears. " I felt it move, earlier. I was in the shower washing my hair, and it felt like little bubbles. I wanna find out it's gender too. I don't like call it it. What do you think it is, Doitsu? " Ludwig got this flash of the beauty of a child they would have together. Sweet blonde hair, of course. A beautiful smile like Italy's. Daddy, let's play! " A girl. "

That's when Japan stepped back into the room. He still looked ill, but now a grumpy Asian replaced the silent polite one. " I am going to bed. I advise you do the same. We have work to do tomorrow morning against the Allies. " Germany nodded and stood, Feli moving with him. Kiku bowed before venturing away to his room. Italy took Germany's hand before he left, and he whispered softly. " Don't hate me because of the baby, Doitsu. " Ludwig looked down to the nation... and he leaned forward. His lips met Feli's for a second, before whispering back to him. " Good night, Feliciano. Sweet dreams. "