dreamgirl: lol random update, isn't it? xD Well, I felt bad that I hadn't updated since December and I'm home for vacation anyway, so I thought "Why not?" Thus, I wrote this for you guys and ileana425.

warning: foul language and mpreg

disclaimer: LOL if I owned Hetalia, this would be going on in the anime/webcomics . But sadly, I don't :C

Chapter 2

Antonio and Lovino's relationship had just recently been established. Feliciano literally jumped for joy and suddenly announced that him and Ludwig were an item. Romano's eyebrow twitched and it took Spain and Italy to hold him back from punching Germany's face in. Needless to say, everyone was happy for Spain and South Italy. Of course, as perfect as their relationship was, a certain…bump appeared on their road to happiness.

(Flashback)

Sounds of regurgitation were the only noises heard in the Italies' house.

"Ne~ fratello, did you eat something bad?"

Lovino lifted his head from the toilet bowl, "I'm fucking fine, damn i—hurgh!"

Italy scrunched his nose in disgust, "Really? Because that just doesn't look, smell or sound good at all. Maybe you should go to the doctor."

Romano glared at his younger brother, "Ho detto che andava be—." ("I said I was fi—.")

Feliciano shook his head, "That's it, all you've been doing these past few giorni is hovering over the toilet. I'm calling Antonio, fratello." ("days")

The younger Italian turned to leave as Romano tried o stop him, but his breakfast had decided to come back up and meet the bowl.

'Maybe it won't be so bad,' he thought.

"Lovi~!" A loud voice called from the door. Romano cracked open an eye but didn't move an inch. He just curled up a bit more inside the bed sheets. "Por que estas dormiendo?" ("Why are you sleeping?")

Italy walked in after Antonio, "Fratello has been sleeping ever since he spent the morning in the bathroom. Lui è stanco." ("He's tired.")

Spain looked at the figure on the bed with a worried expression on his face. He walked over to Romano's side, "Te sientes malito, Lovi?" ("Are you feeling unwell, Lovi?")

Romano groaned, "Stop talking in Spanish!"

"Por que? I thought you liked it when I speak in Spanish." ("Why?")

"Nhh…not now."

Antonio smiled softly and crawled into bed with his lover. Nearby, Feliciano slowly backed out of the room.

"Ciao, fratello. I'll be downstairs if you need me," the younger Italian said.

Spain began to rub Lovino's should blades. Romano moaned, the massage obviously felt good. Antonio's hands traveled down his back and curled under Lovino's shirt.

"Dios mio! Lovi, you're burning up!" ("My God!")

"Shut the fuck up, you're too loud."

"Pero Lovi, your fever is—oof!" ("But")

South Italy had just kicked his lover out of his bed. Despite this, Spain didn't give up. The Spaniard grabbed the sheets and threw them to the floor. Romano flinched as his skin felt the cold air.

"Merda! Qual è il tuo problema?" ("Shit! What is your problem?")

Antonio hooked his arms under Lovino's body and picked him up, "Te tengo que llevar al doctor, ahora!" ("I have to bring you to the doctor, now!")

"No. I. Am. NOT! Fuck you! I'm not going!"

Spain honestly wondered why his lover was causing such a ruckus, but he quickly brushed it off since he knew the Italian had always been like that. The green-eyed man carried Romano to the door when he heard small, upset noises and when he felt his shirt get wet.

Lovino was crying, "W-why do you have to b-be such…such an asshole?" His voice became whiney, tears ran down his face and snot poured out his nose.

Antonio was shocked and he didn't know what to say since his lover rarely ever cried because he thought it was "a sign of weakness."

"L-Lovi, it's okay. I'm sorry, solo quiero ayudar te." ("I only want to help you.")

The younger man's face contorted in anger, "You wanna help me? Then put me the hell down!" Romano started thrashing around and his fist came in contact with his lover's cheek. He froze. "I…I…my dispiace!" ("I'm sorry!") Antonio paid no mind to the punch because Lovino usually did that anyway, but he never apologized. "Did that hurt? I'm so sorry," the brown-eyed man leaned up and kissed where he had punched. "All better now, right?" He smiled brightly.

Spain's eyebrow twitched, "Que esta pasando?" ("What is going on?")

Antonio was sitting there, in the doctor's office, and his hand was holding Lovino's. The Italian man had decided to stand telling whoever cared to listen that nothing could affect him. Though, at this point, both Spain and Romano's mouths were agape.

"I'm what!"

The old doctor nodded, "Si, you are pregnant, Signore Vargas."

Romano felt his knees begin to shake but he stood his ground. "Old man, you better not be shitting me 'cause I'll—," his lover held him back.

The green-eyed man couldn't help but feel confused, "Permiso, but…how is this even possible?" ("Excuse me")

"Well, Signore Carriedo," the Italian doctor began, "Men of your, erm, status were said to have been able to get pregnant. Albeit, that I have never encountered this sort of situation."

Lovino's ears perked up, "Aspetta, you're saying that because we're countries I can get pregnant!" ("Wait")

"Shh, not so loud, Signore Vargas! I am one of a handful of people that know this. Please try your best to not stir up any commotion."

South Italy pouted, "Whatever." Once the doctor answered all their questions, the two countries walked out hand in hand. "Ascolta, how long are you going to keep holding my hand?" ("Listen")

Spain squeezed his hand, "Hasta que me seguro que esto no es un sueño." ("Until I make sure that this isn't a dream.") Lovino tried his best a blush as Antonio kissed the backside of his hand. "All I'm worried about is como we're going to tell the others." ("How")

Romano's expression fell, 'Oh shit.'

Lovino felt his hands shake as he and his Spanish lover walked closer to the Italies' house. When he opened the door, Romano was surprised that he didn't hear his little brother's voice resonating off the walls. Spain led him to the living room, then…they froze.

"What the fuck is going on!"

Germany instantly backed off of Italy.

The younger brunette leaned off the couch and sat up, "Ne, fratello~ Why'd you have to do that? We were about to—."

"Gah! S-shut up!" Romano's face heated up but was about to meet his fists to Germany's face.

Antonio held him back once again, "Cariño, don't get so angry. It's bad for the baby." ("Dear")

Everything in the household froze to the man's words.

"Ba…by? Che cosa sta parlando, fratello?" ("What is he talking about, brother?") Feliciano asked as he zipped up his pants.

Lovino felt that his shirt collar was up too high and felt himself begin to choke. He cleared out his throat, "Are you two using condoms?"

Everyone was confused by the sudden change in subject.

"You're silly, fratello. We don't cheat on each other and I can't get pregnant, so obviously we don't need one!"

Spain and South Italy glanced at each other. Germany followed their stare, an idea already forming in his head. Antonio then wrapped an arm around Lovino's midsection and Romano's own hand unconsciously fell upon his flat belly.

Ludwig's eyes widened, "Mein Gott!" ("My God!)

Feliciano looked up at his tall lover, "What is it, Germany?"

The pale man blushed but didn't say a word.

"Le quieres dicir, Lovi?" ("Do you want to tell them, Lovi?") Spain asked his Italian lover.

Romano could practically feel the blood rushing to his face. Antonio wallowed at the scene of Lovino's face since it looked like a tomato. But he knew how hard and awkward it must be for someone (a man, no less) to admit that they are pregnant. Hell, it's like blatantly admitting you're having sex, too! That's just not an easy thing to say to a family member.

So, the green-eyed man decided to help out his shy lover. He plastered a sincere smile on his face, "Lovi's pregnant!"

Feliciano's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull and Ludwig's expression was of disbelief as his suspicions came true. Lovino himself felt like he was going to die of embarrassment, but he was glad he didn't have to say it.

Italy started to jump up and down and began to babble about baby clothes, good health, the need for more pasta and whatnot. Spain just couldn't help grinning. Apparently, it seemed that the only one taking it hard was Germany. He was worried about his lack on contraception in his relations with his Italian lover.

'Was ist, wenn Feliciano schwanger wird?' ('What is Feliciano gets pregnant?') The blonde asked himself. He couldn't even think about being a father yet, he had been a virgin until a few weeks ago! It would be happening way to fast.

Almost as if reading his mind, Feliciano stopped gallivanting and rushed to his lover's side. He put a hand on his back and gave him the biggest hug he could muster up. And then it was if the whole world was right again. They understood how the other felt and somehow, it put them both at ease.

Romano looked at how affectionate his brother was being with Ludwig and found it difficult to try and tear them apart. Instead, he pulled Spain into the kitchen and told him to make him lunch.

"That went better than I expected."

Antonio smiled, "Por supuesto! You know Feli will always be supportive of you." ("Of course!")

"I just hope he doesn't lose pazienza with me after the baby's born," ("patience") Lovino said as he rested his head on his hands.

"I doubt it'll be that dificil to raise a child." ("difficult")

(End of Flashback)

How wrong they were. Obviously any child of Lovino's was bound to be a handful.

dreamgirl: I would've written more I think, but my fever's getting the best of me right now. Just expect the next chapter to be up by the end of next week or next month xD PLEASE REVIEW!