Well how do you do? I have a present here for all of my faithful followers who wanted a sequel to I'm Pregnant. If you're a new reader and would really prefer to understand some of the plot and returning OCs please feel free to look up and read my previous story I'm Pregnant or anything else. Have fun!

Translations:

Tío (Spanish) - uncle

Zio (Italian) - uncle

Loco (Spanish) - crazy

Oh Dios mío (Spanish) - oh my god

è fottutamente stupido (Italian) - is fucking stupid

cazzo (Italian) - fuck/fucking

sopracciglia (Italian) - eyebrows

Che diavolo (Italian) - what the hell

cocotte (French) - darling/sweetie

Cariño (Spanish) - sweetie/love

Merde alors (French) - shit then! (equivilent of damn or bugger) term of extreme exasperation

Romain – French form of Romano

If any of you have a better understanding of these languages please feel free to correct any mistakes I make.

Chapter One

"Oh bloody hell! Why are the streets always so full!"

Doctor Scott Brown found himself rushing towards his office at full speed. He was running late, and for a doctor who works in the maternity ward that can be very bad. Unfortunately, the streets of London just after lunch time are not the best place for a tardy man.

Scott switched lanes hastily, paying attention to nothing but his upcoming turn. In his urgency he failed to notice two men and what appeared to be their wives standing in the street completely involved in their cameras. Fortunately their presence was not overlooked for long. Slamming on his breaks, Scott swerved out of the way missing all four pedestrians.

"Bloody Tourists!"

Normally Doctor Scott wouldn't rush into the office like he was presently. His other co-workers on the ward were more than capable of dealing with the needs of his patients. However, he was supposed to see very special patients today, patients you needed government clearing just to know their names. The only other doctor in the hospital with such clearance was Doctor Anzalone, retired military doctor and resident Emergency Room hero, but he wouldn't work in the situation for two reasons. First off his patients needed someone who could deliver babies from a nontraditional uterus without making any crude jokes. Second, while Scott considered him to be a steadfast and loyal friend, Doctor Anzalone was a crazy pain in the ass.

After a few more minutes of reckless driving, he finally arrived at the hospital. Scott pulled up to the curb and jumped out of his car. Right away he noticed one of his favorite nurses, Ms. Urbach.

"Meg!"

Megan looked up from one of the many books she always seemed to be reading just in time to see him run by. As if second guessing himself he turned around to face her and started walking backwards.

"Hello Doctor Brown. Why such the hurry?"

"Important business. Can you park my car in the garage?"

She didn't even have time to deny his offer before the keys were flung into her hands and Scott ran through the front door.

A flash of his identification card at the front desk was all that it took to get in. Luckily there was an elevator waiting for him when he arrived at their doors. He pressed the up arrow, jumped in, and pushed the button that indicated his level. In a minute or so the elevator stopped and Scott was at his desired floor. Sitting behind the front desk was just the secretary he needed to see. Scott ran so fast towards her counter he nearly slammed into it.

"Good morning Mrs. Trombly. Are they here?"

With a sigh she looked up from the papers she had been reading.

"There are many people here today Doctor Scott. You are going to have to be more specific."

"The Spanish man, Antonio what's-his-name and the unpleasant Italian, are they here?"

Deciding the current task didn't warrant much effort, Mrs. Trombly turned back to her papers.

"Yes they are here, but you didn't have to ask me that. The whole hospital heard them when they came in."

Scott winced at the thought of what he was going to have to deal with.

"Is anyone here with them?"

"Your favorite couple, Kirkland-Bonnefoy is here. They too were heard by everyone when they arrived."

It appeared that he was going to have his hands full for the next few hours.

"Thank you Mrs. Trombly."

Heaving a sigh he walked away from the desk and worked his way down the hall. With each step towards his office, the ominous noises emanating from behind the door grew louder. Everyone on the other side was shouting and shuffling around. When Scott reached the door he heard what sounded like a chair being thrown onto the ground and a healthy bout of what sounded like swearing in several different languages. He could only clearly understand what was in English, and some of what was in French. It wasn't too hard to guess the other words being shouted were in Italian, but their meanings were left to Scott's imagination.

Steadying himself, Doctor Brown reached for the door knob. Breathing in one last deep breath, he threw open the door and shouted in what he hoped would stop the ruckus.

"What the bloody hell are you four doing in here!"

"What the bloody hell are you four doing in here!"

That is actually a really good question.

Currently he, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, was restraining his sweet little Lovi in hopes of preventing him from tearing off Arthur's head. The little rascal had managed to get his fingers jammed up the Brit's nose, but seeing as Francis was holding Arthur back they were safe for now. The four of them had been stuck in this position, Arthur hissing, Romano swearing, Francis and himself clinging on for dear life for quite some time. He supposed this craziness had started pretty much as soon as they walked into the hospital.

Antonio had been convinced for quite some time that Romano was pregnant. Romano was of course, in complete denial, but Antonio knew he was just putting off the inevitable like he did with all his positive emotions. Romano always liked to stay grumpy.

Watching Francis and Arthur these last few years had taught him one thing. Well two… three… many things.

First, he really liked babies, but not in a creepy way. Nothing was sweeter to him than the smiles Davet and Tiffany gave him when he came over to visit.

Second, Romano really like babies too, even if he complained that all they did was poop. No matter how much they both loved being Tío Toni and Zio Romano being parents would be even better.

Third it was actually possible to get a man pregnant. He had never thought about it ever being possible, but it was.

Lastly, if Francis could knock up someone as prudish as Arthur, Lovi would be no problem. For someone who gripped as much as Lovi, he held nothing back in the bedroom.

For the last month or so Romano had been grumpier than normal, eating weird foods, throwing up all the time, it was loco! He had started growing a belly, but not a "ate too many cannoli's so now I'm fat" belly. It was most definitely an "Oh Dios mío there's a fetus made by my sexy lover inside of me" belly. Thus his reason for forcing the Italian to visit Doctor Scott. Sure all the other times had been a false alarm, but this time he felt certain. This time was different.

Several days of arguing and several pounds of tomatoes later, Antonio had managed to convince Romano to come to London. Doctor Scott had been the obvious choice for a doctor. He was the only man in current history to aid in a successful nation birth, was a very nice man, and a fabulous dancer. The one downside was that Scott is British, which meant that Arthur had to serve as a mediator of sorts. It was very silly, but Arthur still didn't trust Antonio to be in England unsupervised. Francis of course came with Arthur, much to the Spanish man's relief. Arthur had clearly not wanted to spend a day with Antonio and Francis together, but he had to bring the Frenchman because he was like a little puppy. If you leave him alone for too long he gets really lonely and pees on things. Ok so maybe the peeing thing wasn't true, but definitely the lonely parts.

So together they all went to the doctor's office. When they had arrived the secretary lady at the front desk had told them Doctor Scott was on his break, but would see them as soon as he got back. She immediately asked a nurse to show them to Doctor Scott's office, and didn't even bother to start small chat. She had been very serious and a bit rude, but she spoke Spanish which made Antonio very happy.

A nice Italian man named Doctor Anzalone had come in shortly after they were shown into the room. He took some samples from Romano just in case they needed to run tests later, and then left.

Up to that point, the four men had gotten along without any skirmishes. That however, changed as soon as they were left alone in the room together. Specifically when Arthur and Romano realized they were in a confined space together. Romano and Francis always fought like two stupid brothers, but they never got into anything too serious. Arthur and he had once thirsted for each other's blood, but they had gotten over themselves and moved on. Unless of course they were playing football, but that was to be expected. However, no matter how violent their pasts were, it was nothing compared to the fights Arthur and Romano got in. Antonio personally thought they fought so much because they were so similar. Either they couldn't stand seeing someone as grumpy as themselves, or hated being out grumped by someone. Either way it didn't take long for either man's anger to boil over.

A few snide comments turned into full on insults, and before anyone knew it they were in a full on row. The argument finally reached its flashpoint when Romano mentioned something about a fight to which Arthur responded with:

"I would love to slap the insolence out of you, but I would never hit someone as pregnant as you."

Romano really didn't like that. The short Italian man morphed into a flying storm of fists and insults. Thankfully Antonio and Francis were well practiced in responding to these situations, or it could have been worse. At one point Romano called someone muff garbage… or cabbage (Antonio wasn't really sure,) which was strange. He normally reserved that insult for when they were in America.

It was a good thing Doctor Scott came in when he did, because if either of the men had broken free the other would have died. Perhaps nothing that severe would have happened , but they would have at least had to make a trip to the ER downstairs.

Something about Doctor Scott's shouts instantly stopped both quarreling men. Instead of trying to jab Arthur in the eye, Romano actually looked at the doctor. Likewise, Arthur stopped violently yanking on Romano's ear. Both men were frozen like children caught misbehaving by their mother, not a single word was uttered between them. Eventually they quietly sat down awaiting further instructions. Antonio didn't even have to ask Romano to sit down or anything! Doctor Scott was magical. It was no time at all before the room calmed down. Strangely the complete silence seemed to set the doctor of center more than the fighting.

He stepped through the door and closed it, keeping eye contact with at least one of the men in his office at all times.

"No really guys, what are you doing here? None of you had an appointment scheduled."

Roman looked up at the doctor as if that was the dumbest question he had ever been asked.

"We're here because Antonio è fottutamente stupido and also crazy!"

Doctor Scott simply rolled his eyes.

"That will be enough sass from you Signore Vargas."

Turning away from the Italian, Scott faced Arthur and Francis.

"Why are you too here?"

Of the two men Francis was the first to answer.

"I missed your beautiful face so much. I couldn't stand being away from you any longer. I just had to create a reason to come see you again. I think it's another girl."

The Frenchman couldn't resist patting Arthur's stomach and winking at the doctor. Doctor Scott wasn't really sure what to think of that. He had grown unaccustomed to detecting Francis' moods so there was a fifty-fifty chance that Francis was actually telling the truth. Giving up, he turned to Arthur.

The Englishman did little more than slap Francis' hand away from his stomach, only to later entwine his fingers with the Frenchman's. This didn't give Scott any solid clues to make assumptions with.

"Mister Kirkland?"

"Don't ask me, ask the Spanish brat. Francis and I are only here as supervisors. Well I'm the supervisor; Francis is just putting off cleaning out his closets."

Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Closets, as in more than one?"

"Three rather large ones, all full to the brim. Mister Scruffle Beard here is a champion procrastinator."

Francis simply shrugged and smiled.

"I can't help being who I am. I was born this way."

"No Francis! No Lady Gaga."

Francis and Arthur dived into their own mini argument over when and where Lady Gaga references were appropriate. Doctor Scott was officially frustrated. The entire room was avoiding something and he needed to find out what.

Seeing as they had come to see him one of them was pregnant, soon to be pregnant, or planning on it. That much was obvious. It could be Arthur again, if what Francis said was true, Scott thought to himself. That was highly unlikely though seeing as Arthur hadn't bitten the Frenchman's head off when he said that. Besides if Arthur was pregnant, why would the other two be here? They wouldn't, unless they had some weird conception party… ugh. Doctor Scott literally shuttered at his own thoughts.

Eventually he became tired of guess work and went for the direct approach. He faced the brunette couple and starred into their eyes, right down into their very souls. He did his best to look intimidating, but not overly frightening. Firmly he asked:

"Which one of you two is pregnant?"

Neither man said anything, but the Italian man grabbed the Spaniards arm and squeezed as if to threaten him into silence. Scott still continued to stare. Before long the taller one was squirming under his gaze, obviously wrestling with an inner dilemma. Finally Antonio couldn't take it any longer and shouted his answer.

"I brought us here because I think Romano's pregnant!

Romano's response was instantaneous.

"NO I'M NOT!"

Doctor Scott heaved a sigh.

"Finally, a straight answer. I'll go run some tests, you're looking pretty pregnant compared to the last time I saw you."

Romano looked outraged.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Maybe."

Scott made sure to leave the room quickly.

"This is stupid, very, very stupid!"

Romano was not pleased, not one single bit. Not once had he ever had the desire to see this Doctor Scott man, nor had he wanted to be in London or anywhere else in the United Kingdom for that matter! There was not a single aspect of this trip that he had willingly agreed to and even if he had, he would have never woken up before nine a.m. to get here!

The stupid Spaniard was just on another one of his pregnancy kicks. Ever since Francis and Arthur had rewritten the laws of nature, Antonio had been trying to make the sequel in his typical monkey-see monkey-do fashion. As far as Romano was concerned it was never going to happen, although he supposed if it did it wouldn't be that bad… NO what was he thinking! This whole thing was crazy. He wasn't sure about Arthur, but he was a man with man parts! Not baby making parts!

Antonio had been a man on a mission for the last few months. Every chance he got the crazy man had been pestering the doctor, asking Arthur for the signs, even going so far as to measure Romano's waist every morning. Nothing had changed yet, well besides the onset of frequent vomiting and his ever increasing pant size, but that meant nothing! He could just as easily be getting the flu and fat.

"Lovi, what's wrong? You look angry."

Having been so caught up in his own brooding, Romano had forgotten there were other people in the room with him. Muttering under his breath, he lifted his gaze from the floor and met that of a questioning Antonio. The Spanish man looked truly concerned for Romano's well being. That man irked Romano beyond belief. He was just so clueless sometimes!

"Well maybe that's because I am angry!"

Romano crossed his arms and slouched further into his chair. Arthur couldn't help but scoff.

"You, angry? My word I've never heard of such a thing."

Romano jumped up from his chair, pointing a finger at the Englishman.

"Hey! You keep your stupid cazzo sopracciglia out of this!"

Romano's expression was that of pure disgust, an emotion that was soon matched by Arthur.

"What did you say to me trollop?"

"Well I'm pretty sure I said fuck and you somewhere in that sentence!"

The two men were instantly thrown into yet another argument. Francis and Antonio, finding Romano's unintentional impression of a rabid raccoon quite hilarious, let them argue without interruption. They had been waiting in the office for Doctor Scott for quite some time, and had little else to entertain them. Sadly both men knew the fun had to stop when Arthur jumped up from his chair and stood nose to nose with Romano. With a sigh Francis quickly started to bring an end to their argument.

"Hey cocotte?"

"What Francis? I'm a little busy right now!"

The Englishman growled his words through clenched teeth. The resulting tone was enough to frighten most people, but it did little to deter Francis.

"Do you recall when we had sex on that counter over there? Oh how I miss your raging hormones, you were so unpredictable then."

Both the disputing men instantly froze, the looks of shock on their face greater than any Francis had ever seen. Antonio couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of everything that had happened. He was not shocked in the least bit. A life time of friendship with Francis had taught him to expect and almost look forward to his strange and inappropriate speeches.

"Che diavolo…"

Romano turned his gaze from Arthur and refocused on Francis. The Frenchman was sitting in his chair, nonchalant as ever, grooming his nails. The only trace of what he had just said was the small smirk playing on his lips, other than that he looked as if nothing had happened.

"We did not do that… here."

Arthur had tried his best to sound stern when he replied to the Frenchman, but the slight uncertainty of his tone and the small blush magnified his embarrassment.

"No, not here…" Francis left a small pause for dramatic effect. "But saying that got you two to shut up non?"

Francis looked up from his nails, a rare stern look gracing his features. Arthur opened his mouth as if say something, but was quickly silenced by Francis' unyielding countenance. Arthur got the hint, sat down again and left Romano alone. The room was silenced by this seemingly paradoxical turn of events.

Still slightly dumbfounded, Romano turned to Antonio. The taller brunette just smiled and patted Romano's empty seat.

"Cariño please sit down again."

"Don't speak Spanish at me."

Romano sat down anyways. He fidgeted in his seat for a few minutes, before picking at the fabric of his chair. The minutes dragged into what seemed like hours in the quiet office. Romano did everything he could to keep himself occupied, but it didn't take long before he was dissatisfied once more.

"What's taking the doctor so long? It shouldn't take this long to press a few buttons, especially when there's nothing to test for."

"Merde alors Romain are you even content?"

Romano wrinkled his nose at the half joking, half exasperated tone Francis used.

"My name is Romano not Romain. I just wanted to ask a question, no need to get testy."

With a slight smile, Francis answered his question.

"No Romano it doesn't take this long to press a button, but that's not all Doctor Scott has to do."

Francis shifted in his seat to face Romano.

"First he has to set up the tests which entails multitudes of paper work to be filled with Arthur's, Antonio's, and your government, should it prove fruitful. Then comes the paperwork for sharing this information between your governments on top of the paperwork he has to fill out just for the hospital. It is quite a mountain of work. After all that of course he'll give the test to Doctor Anzalone so he can run them. The tests themselves don't take that long to complete and it doesn't take any time at all for Anzalone to start them, but it does take him quite some time to seduce the number out of whatever nurse is working the machines."

Francis couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Doctor Anzalone.

"He's an attractive man, but no Casanova. Most of the time he's not successful in his endeavors. Doctor Scott has to wait for all this, plus deal with the patients he was supposed to see before we came barging in unexpectedly."

Francis clapped his hands together, satisfied that he had covered the whole subject. Arthur however had more to add.

"Don't forget Ms. Urbach, you know how she is when she knows we're here."

"Oh yes of course. He'll have to spend time distracting her as well. She's eager enough when it's just me she's dying to see, who knows what would happen if she met Antonio."

With a quick metallic turn of the knob, the door to the office swung open.

"Add that to the time I spend slowly walking back to this room fearing what I'll find, and you have your reason for why it takes me so long."

Doctor Scott walked through his door carrying with him several files. The entire room watched as he strode across the floor to his desk, awaiting his next words. He sat down at his desk, all four pairs of eyes still watching.

"What are you guys starring at?"

When addressed with this question, Arthur cleared his throat. In a very calm, quiet voice he stated:

"We're awaiting the results."

"Oh yeah, of course you are."

He continued to stare at the four men, completely silent, his expression giving away no hint of emotion. For what seemed like an eternity he just starred, not saying anything until finally Romano couldn't take it anymore. He jumped up from his chair and paced quickly in front of Scott's desk before finally turning towards the doctor.

"Would you just tell us already?"

Instantly a smile spread across Scott's face.

"Ahh I figured you would be the first to crack. I may as well start having my fun now considering all the tests came back positive."

"Which means?"

Romano was almost certain what a positive test entailed, but he just wanted to make sure. Doctor Scott simply leaded back in his chair and smiled at the ceiling.

"I hope you know how to change diapers."

And thus the beginning of another great journey. I hope you enjoyed!