"You can go, Toris" Russia says and the Baltic leaves quickly the two lovers alone.
Ivan comes nearer to the bed and sits down on the mattress next to Prussia. "Hello?" he says gantly. "What do you want?" Gilbert asks coldly.
Ivan forces a smile. "Just talk to you"
"What about?"
"Ehm... our baby, I guess."
"Oh sure!" Gilbert turns towards the russian. "Don't wast your time, fucking commie, tomorrow there will be no baby, right?"
Ivan nods. "Yes, my doctors will be here tomorrow but I want to be a father for a while."
Gilbert's face looks confused. "Bastard, the baby still..."
"Yes, I know" Ivan interrupts him. "But I want to stay with you and the baby, is it inside you, da?"
"Inside me..." Gilbert murmurs looking at his stomach. "Yes it is."
Ivan smiles sweetly and he lifts up his right hand. "Can I...?"
"Ja" Gilbert nods. The russian's smile becomes wider while he rests his hand on the german's flat stomach. Ivan has concentrated gaze and Gilbert stares at him till the russian sighs sadly. "I feel nothing..."
Gilbert gives an exasperated sigh. "It's too early to feel something, idiot!"
"Don't you feel our baby inside you?" Ivan asks with a childish expression.
"No, I don't... and don't make that face I said it's too early!"
Ivan shakes his head a little. "No it isn't, because tomorrow will be too late."
Gilbert doesn't replies, he looks down at Ivan's hand on his stomach. Does he hope to feel the baby, really? Is he so desperate?
"I'm sorry, I'm a little sad" Ivan says with a forced gentle smile.
"I see..." Gilbert murmurs.
"I mean... you are my love and it is our baby, I never thought about it but I love the baby since the day you told me about your pregnant. I was confused and scared but... but I imagine the baby and in my imagination it has your eyes and your hair... it is beautiful."
Gilbert looks at that man, that bastard has taken him away from Ludwig, unable to believe that the Ivan in front of him is the same cruel nation of Russia that the world know.
"In your imagination, the baby..." a pause. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Ivan lifts up his violet eyes to meet Gilbert's. "It isn't important, little one, because we'll never know what it will be."
Ivan removes his hand from Prussia's stomach and Gilbert feels a shiver down his back. Russia leans down to kiss his lover on the cheek and then he leaves.

Gilbert doesn't sleep, he is too busy to think about Ivan and their baby.
The russian's feelings towards the baby are sincere, Gilbert can say it, Ivan really cares about the little creature inside him, he loves it. In a different occasion, Gilbert would laugh but in that situation there is nothing to laugh, really. Will Ivan love him after the abortion? Will he forgive Gilbert to have killed his precious baby?
"Wait! Why I care about it?!" he shouts at the empty room. "I hate him! I'm too awesome to care about his fucking love towards me!"
He hasn't the courage to remove his hands from his stomach, he doesn't want to admit it but he hasn't, really. He presses a little more the palm against the cover skin looking down.
"Hey you..." he says. "Don't be sad, the world is only a big shit, after all. You are going to go in a better place, I promise!"
Gilbert looks at his stomach with a astonished gaze. "Why I'm talking to you?!" He exclaims. "You can't hear me! You are just... a life."
He makes a pause. I'm tired to see only death around me.
He said it and it is true but... "You are just a little, fragile, life inside me."
Gilbert cries, he cries until the sun rises when Elizaveta enters his room.
"The doctors are here, Gilbert" she says.