Disclaimer, I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters

This will be a series of random one shots focused on Spain and Romano and their experience as parents and how they meet.

Dugg, Carlos and Denali (pronounced den-ah-lees) are ocs.

Alfred- America

Lovino- S. Italy

Antonio- Spain

Asian woman- Vietnam

Pretty young guy- New Zeland

Lovino leaned against the car as he watched his son playing with the other kids in the car park. They'd just arrived at the meeting point for a camp his son had been invited on by a friend. Lovino had been asked by one of the fathers if he'd like to chaperone. He wasn't really one for being the parental figure at camps and school dances that was usually handled by his husband.

Carlos had begged him to come and Antonio's dance studio had an important competition during the days they'd be away. He relented and decided it couldn't hurt to make friends though taking a look at the other fathers and there complete lack of attractiveness and utter Americanism he was starting to think otherwise.

Carlos was laughing though and that was all that really mattered. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of his tall tanned son laughing and swinging some girl around by the waist, despite having no biological relation to his husband the two Colombian children they'd adopted almost seven years ago looked startlingly similar to Antonio with their long athletic builds, tan skin and green eyes. He sent the photo to Antonio via Snapchat captioned the little bastards more of a player then you.

His phone buzzed and he opened up his Snapchat the photo was of his daughter sitting on Antonio's lap holding the phone and taking a selfie both had cocktails, Antonio's full of what looked like sangrias and Denali's hopefully filled with lemonade. Lovino shook his head the caption read player? Who me? He shook his head, typical Antonio giving a seven year old a cocktail glass. He saved the photo and added a new caption, posting it to his story captioned these idiots. He slipped the phone back into his pocket at the sound of more cars pulling up. Lovino didn't like other people, he had his friends and his children and various colleges from work, and that suited him fine.

Both his children however were similar to Antonio in the respect that they were easy to get on with and tended to just attract people without even doing all that much. He ran a hand through his hair and stretched, they'd been hanging around here for about twenty minutes according to one of the fathers he'd spoken to the actual organiser of the camp had hit a traffic jam. Lovino didn't know much about this camp except that it had been organised by a man Antonio knew from PTA meetings. It Was Antonio who'd been asked originally asked to chaperone, but dance comps beats out camping trips.

"Hey Vino" a loud boisterous voice called he turned his head just in time to catch a football with his face.

"Alfred you little fucker, I'm going to kill you," he shouted stumbling back holding his nose. He knew exactly who had thrown it, his god forsaken devil of a godchild. Well Antonio's godchild.

He could hear the little son of a bitch laughing and lowered his hands placing them on his hips. He resisted the urge to throw more insults at the ten year old. He was the adopted son of one of his husband's best friends. He was also one of Carlos's best friends. The cerulean eyed child ran up to him and threw his arms around his middle.
"Sorry Vino" he shouted, Lovino rolled his eyes and hugged the kid back.

"Don't do it again or I'll confiscate your tent, and tell your dads what a little shit you were" Alfred looked up at him and pulled away.

"Sir yes sir" Alfred said standing up straight and saluting. Carlos ran up to them. Laughing his head off. "That was classic" he said and threw an arm around Alfred.

"Lovino fixed him with a pointed glare "go play bambino" he said a slight smile creped onto his face he always found it hard to stay mad at Carlos the boy reminded him way to much of Antonio.

"How come he gets baby and I get little shit" Alfred pouted "he told me to throw it".

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "If Carlos told you to jump off a cliff would you do it?"

He asked Alfred. "Also watch your language" he snapped.

Alfred and Carlos pulled each other into a spontaneous hug "of course I would Carlos is my bro" he said squeezing the other boy tightly. "Go play" he laughed waving the children off a smile creeping onto his face.

The sound of footsteps behind him mad him turn away from the kids to face a small contingent of fathers. All fat or ugly or both, the leader a tall well-built man of about forty five he flashed Lovino a horrible smile, he regarded him warily not returning the smile.

"Dugg, when's the bastard organiser getting here, he's almost half a fucking hour late." Lovino snapped.

"Clam down, uh Lovino was it?" he said still giving him that fake shark like smile.

Lovino raised an eyebrow, as if this guy didn't know his name, he was Lovino fucking Vargas for Christ sake, the hottest documentary film maker this side of the decade, you couldn't turn a commercial channel on anymore without seeing promos for at least one of the series he'd narrated or made in the last ten years. The man realised Lovinos reason for an eye roll and seemed to relent.

"Okay I know who you are" he said rolling his shoulders forwards slightly, his button up shirt moving slightly, making a gold cross visible under the fabric.

"I'm so glad" Lovino said in a bored tone. "What do you want" he asked staring into the man's watery blue eyes.

He looked like everything Lovino hated all wrapped into one, button up shirt and suit pants, that showed off his most likely well paid "important" office job, he worked out and was handsome in a greying, I'm the best looking dad at the school kind of way, the cross meant Christian. Oh yay Lovino hated Christians they were so irritating.

"Well myself and some of the other dads were talking" he said the smile not gone. Lovino narrowed his eyes

"well they don't expect you to be able to read until a few years after talking so don't fell like there's any pressure" he said sarcastically, hoping he'd just get to the point.

The smile fell for a second but was immediately rectified.

"There's no need to be hostile, we were just talking and saying that we have enough fathers for the trip, and it would be perfectly fine for you to go home, this is nothing personal against you, you seem like a fine man and your boys a real something, we just feel that having someone with your inclinations on a camping trip full of young boys wouldn't really be in the best interest of the kids, and none of the guys here are comfortable sharing a tent with you and that's not something you can blame them for now is it "

Lovino felt like he'd been punched in the stomach he stared open mouthed at the men standing in front of him.

"You don't want me on the trip because I'm gay" he choked complete and utter shock thrumming through his veins.

"Now I don't want to out a label on it," said Dugg "we just don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable"

Lovino's shock was quickly dissipating and turning into white hot fury. He opened his mouth to give the heteronormative bastards a piece of his mind but was beaten to it. By a loud Australian accented voice.

"You fucking cunts" the voice said from Lovinos side. He turned abruptly to see Bruce Kirkland standing next to him with a face like fire, accompanied by a long haired Asian woman whom he assumed was his wife and a pretty young man who looked about seventeen with a rather strange hairstyle. Lovino hadn't even noticed them arrive.

Dugg was staring at the Australian with a mixture of shock and fear. "Bruce you finally got out of the traffic jam" he said recovering his horrible smile.

Bruce did not smile back. "Yeah I did" he growled "and you're probably going to get caught up in one when you drive the fuck back home"

Duggs eyes widened "That's not necessary Bruce it was just a little misunderstanding" he stumbled over his words. "Me and the other guys don't really feel it's in the best interest of the kids that he comes along" Dough said.

Again Lovino opened his mouth to give the man a piece of his mind and again he was cut off by the Australian.

"Are you faggots fucking serious" he growled. The pretty man and the Asian woman groaned and shook their heads respectively Lovinos eyebrows furrowed.

"You puny closed mined fucks, and your blind judgement make me sick, how fucking dare you suggest he not come, if you must fucking know his husband was asked personally by me to come on this trip and when he couldn't make it I personally fucking extended the offer to Lovino through Antonio." Bruce was absolutely livid.

Dugg looked scared "Bruce I'm sorry, but you can't really expect a heterosexual man such as myself and these gentlemen to share a tent with someone of his inclinations"

Bruce stared at the other men his mouth hanging open. Then he burst into raucous laughter, bending over double and gasping for breath.

"You crazy bastard" Lovino snapped "what the fuck" Bruce held out a hand silencing the confused Italian before straitening up and wiping tears from his eyes.

"Have you seen his husband" he choked looking at the men with a wry smile He swallowed smiled kind of like a shark. "If any of you self-righteous, arrogant, homophobic fuckwits ever bothered to show up to PTA meetings you'd know that his husband is the person your wives are thinking about when you have unsatisfying sex." He swallowed and continued, "So if any of you cunt faggots have your heads so far up your own arses to think he'd wanna bone any of you, think a fucking gain

The men's mouths dropped open like cartoon characters and Lovino nearly choked on his laughter.

"Now take your children and get the fuck off my camp" Bruce said a triumphant smirk on his face.

Dough looked appalled. He shot Bruce a nasty look and turned his contingent stalking off behind him calling out to their kids. Lovino turned to Bruce.

"Thank you" he said smiling at him.

"No problem mate" Bruce replied smiling "My Kylie does dance at your man's studio, adores Mr Antonio" he said laughing "No one fucks with people who make my little girl happy," he clapped Lovino on the back, nearly knocking him over.

The pretty teenager looked at Bruce pointedly "a little word of advice Bruce" he said sounding tired "When defending a homosexual against homophobia faggot is not an appropriate insult."

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-Maria_Queen