Gilbo rocked the little blond haired, red eyed boy Fredrick (Francis had agreed after various bodily injury had occurred) in his arms, sulking at his predicament. Well Francis was good in bed. At least that much was true. But even if he was drunk, the German was positive he had seen Lovino naked doing more then just sleeping. It might have been several months since the incident, but the Prussian wasn't deterred from looking around the house for evidence.
Putting the baby nation in his crib Gilbert decided to start his search in the room Lovi had been sleeping in- the guest room. At first glance everything seemed the same as it had since he'd decorated the place. Bed made with a thin layer of dust from infrequent use, bed desk with an alarm and lamp, a chair and a lot of open space.
"Well this is getting me no where fa-" Gilbo paused in his mutterings as something caught his eye. Underneath the bed, the light from the window reflected off of a mostly hidden object. Walking over Gilbert grabbed at the thing and pulled it out. A empty bottle. Of vodka. Dropping the thing in disgust and letting it shatter on the ground Gilbert cursed to himself. No one drank vodka in his house except for one occasional, unwelcomed guest.
--
"Ivan." Gilbert snarled into the phone as the Russian picked up. "What the hell were you doing over my house again?!"
"Hmm? But I haven't been over there in months." Ivan replied cheerfully.
Gilbert stomped in anger, waking up little Fritz and causing the baby to cry. "You liar! I just found a bottle of vodka in my guest room and-"
"Oh that must have been from last time I was there!" Ivan replied cheerfully. "When I had sex with the Italian."
Gilbert was stunned into silence. Wait.... what?
Ivan seemed to sense what the East German was thinking. "It was really fun. While you were busy with Francis in the other room-" Gilbert choked angrily at this "me and Lovino had sex in the guest room! That must have been when I got pregnant too!"
"Well THAT'S wonderful to know. I'm going to have to burn the bed-waitwhatwasthelastpart?" Gilbert sputtered.
"I had a baby! And he's so cute! His name is-" Ivan started but Gilbert hung up and was already dialing a number in South Italy.
--
Lovino groggily opened his eyes and walked to the kitchen to answer the phone. "Antonio if that's you I'm going to kill you. You know it's the middle of sies-"
"You impregnated Ivan."
Lovi stood there in stunned silince for a minute. "G-Gilbert? What the hell-"
"You. Impregnated. Ivan." The German repeated slowly in a taunting tone. "He had a baby and it's-"
"You're ******** retarded." Lovi snarled, feeling a blush cover his face. "He's a man."
"I'm aware of that."
"I'm a man!"
"Duly noted."
"It's not ******** possible!" Lovino screeched.
"Have you forgotten Fredrick already?" Gilbert asked, rolling his eyes.
"Someone else did it." The Italian retorted, ignoring Gilbert.
"Ivan said he had sex with you the night he got pregnant." Gilbo replied, a wicked smile on his face.
"Screw you." And with that Lovi hung up on a highly amused German.
--
Ivan chuckled nervously, holding his baby close for comfort. The child had the hay blond, short hair the Russian possessed as well as deep purple eyes. In fact it could have been recognized as Ivan's clone if it wasn't for the long stand of curled hair on the baby's head and the never ending pout upon his face.
"Natasha, I really don't think this is necessary!" Ivan whimpered, eying the knife nervously. However his dear sister ignored his advice and left to have a small business trip to the Southern half of the Italian peninsula.
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