"Damn it. Still negative."
The sound of a sigh could be heard leaving the nation of south Italy. Said nation's hazel eyes were fixed on a bright pink stick in his hands as he muttered to himself. The stick currently displayed a little double negative sign as if the damn thing was mocking him.
It wasn't fair, it truly wasn't.
How long had he and his lover been trying to conceive? If he had to guess, he'd say maybe a little over a year. About 16 months. But it wasn't like he was counting or anything.
It was like a routine by now, the couple would take one day out of every other week, make love, and be completely distraught when the tests came out negative. However, it seemed that by now, it wasn't much of a shock anymore. South Italy, or Lovino Vargas, had tried not to give up on this so quickly but it seemed hopeless to him. Not to his lover. No, Spain, also known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, was still so optimistic. The Spanish nation was so sure they'd have a baby soon. Everytime Lovino told him the tests came up negative, Antonio would nearly shrug, give a soft smile and say, "maybe next time." Lovino hadn't the heart to tell him how he himself felt that they'd never have a baby.
A bunch of the other nations could get pregnant so why couldn't he? For fucks sake, even his little brother was expecting a kid! It just wasn't fair..
The Italian bit at his bottom lip, feeling tears build up in his eyes and he snapped the little pink stick in half, throwing it across the bathroom in anger. He couldn't hold back and just let the tears silently escape and run down his cheeks. Lovino would never admit it out loud but.. He wanted to have a baby so badly.
A few sizzles crackled over the flame of the stove. Lovino stirred the rice he was cooking in a pot, taking a few swings of wine as he did so. It wasnt like it mattered if he drank or not.
The personification hoped that making his lover's favorite would help break the news to him. At just the thought of Antonio, there came the sound of the front door opening and closing. Lovino instantly knew who it was, it wasnt like anyone else lived with the couple.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Lovino called out before placing the wooden spoon in his hand down on to the counter.
Just a few seconds later, the cheerful nation of Spain walked into the room. He wore a smile on his face, his emerald eyes looking on Lovino. Though, by the look on the Italian's face and the open wine bottle beside him, he could guess what the results were this time.
Antonio's smile faded somewhat, now turning into a small shy grin. One of the Spaniards tanned hands reached around the nape of his neck and scratched at the chocolate curls that resided there.
"Im guessing it was negative, sí?" Antonio spoke sheepishly.
Lovino looked down, fiddling with his own lightly tanned fingers. He didnt know why it was so hard to look his lover in the eyes every time he had to tell him the news. So he gave the other a sigh and a quick nod.
As usual, Antonio wore a small smile as his shoulders shrugged. "Maybe next time."
Lovino stood silent, only grabbing the wooden spoon again and continuing to mix the paella. With his free hand, the Italian reached over and grabbed the open bottle of wine before gulping down some of the red liquid.
"Lovi, you shouldn't be drinking." Antonio scolded. "Remember the doctor told us you should not have so much alcohol if we're going to be trying for a baby."
"Yea well." Lovino spoke then took another sip. "I dont give a fuck. That doctor can suck my ass."
That comment earned a disapproving sigh from Antonio. "Mi amor, I know this is tough on you but soon enough, we'll have a little bebé of our own. I promise."
The Spaniard could practically feel Lovino's glare burning him. Surprisingly, the sound of glass being placed on to the counter could be heard, the Italian set the bottle down.
"We'll try again tonight, okay?" Antonio assured him.
Lovino stood silent for a moment before finally responding. "Fine."
Various pants and the sounds of heavy breathing occupied the room. Though it was much more quiet now than it had been a few moments ago.
Antonio, pulled away from his lover, who was underneath him, and laid back beside said Italian.
"That was amazing." Antonio smiled happily in between heavy breaths.
Lovino was a panting mess himself and couldn't help but to smile, Antonio was such a teenager when it came to sex.
"It was." Came Lovino's reply before he rested his head on Antonio's chest.
The Spanish nation pressed a sweet kiss to his lover's chestnut brown hair as he placed an arm around him.
"I love you. Te quiero." Antonio spoke softly, just above a whisper.
"I love you too. Ti amo." Lovino responded, turning his head slightly to place a soft kiss on the Spaniard's chest.
Immediately after, the ringing of a phone echoed through the room.
"Who the fuck is calling at this time." Lovino groaned before standing up off the bed.
"Lovi it's only 9:00."
The Italian ignored his lover and grabbed the house phone off of the desk in their room.
"Pronto?" Lovino answered.
"Ve~ Ciao fratello!" Came the reply from the other end. It was obviously Lovino's little brother, North Italy.
"What do you want?"
"Well I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Because I have some good news!"
"So you cant just tell me now?"
"No! It's good news about the bambino and I want you to be here in person when I tell you."
Lovino gave a sigh and and pinched at the bridge of his nose.
"Fine alright, Toni and I will be there tomorrow."
"Ve~ I can't wait! See you tomorrow!"
"Yea yea, see you tomorrow."
And with that, Lovino hung up the phone, placing it on the receiver
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Antonio questioned, sitting up.
"To my stupid brother's house because he has some stupid good news about his potato baby." Lovino answered before lying down on the bed face first.
"Amor?" Antonio asked.
"Mm?" Came Lovino's muffled groan.
"Are you okay?"
Lovino didn't respond to that, he just laid there with his face buried in a pillow.
"I know you are feeling sad, amor, but you should be happy for your little brother." Antonio assured him, placing a hand on Lovino's lightly tanned back.
However, Lovino gave another groan and turned his head. "Shut up."
The truth was, Lovino was happy for his little brother. A little jealous but none the less, happy for him.
