Spain and Romano sat in the doctor's room, Spain grumbling about how his tomatoes needed watering. Romano had a worried look on his face, and the long wait wasn't helping him at all.
"Will you just shut up about your damn tomatoes?" Romano snapped. "What the hell is taking so damn long?" Romano tried his hardest to not let the concern show on his face, but it hadn't been working, and Spain instantly noticed.
"Lovi, calm down, por favor, the doctor said he'd have the answer within the hour." Spain knew they'd been there for more than an hour, but he hoped Romano didn't know that.
"I've been sitting here for more than an hour! I want to get out of here!" Romano yelled. But just as he finished his sentence, the doctor knocked on the door. "Finally! You can come in." Romano said shakily, his nerves getting to him. Spain stood up for no particular reason, and Romano pushed him back down. "Stop doing that. What's the problem?" The doctor just looked at Romano in disbelief.
"This is unbelievable, I've redone the blood test several times, so that's what has taken me so long. Congratulations Lovino, you're pregnant." Romano just looked at the doctor, completely shocked.
"How is this possible? I'm a man! That test has to be wrong!" Romano stared at Spain, whose eyes were wide.
"You're a nation, South Italy, if I am correct. Men, as well as women who are nations can bear children. Did you not know that?" The doctor smiled faintly. "You're about three months into it, by these charts. You should probably schedule another appointment for an ultra sound." Romano was now focusing his attention to Spain, who was still in shock.
"Thank you, I will." Romano said, "May I have a moment with Antonio here?" The doctor gave a nod, said one more congrats and left the two in the room. "ANTONIO! THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU FUCKED ME, AND NOW YOU GOT ME FUCKING PREGNANT! THANKS, DAMMIT!" Romano screamed at Spain, who stood up. "WHERE… ANTONIO, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" Romano didn't want Spain to leave him like this, but does well of not letting it show. Spain just looked back at Romano, sadness showing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Lovi, if you don't want me here; I guess I'll be leaving. I'll stay if you want me to, but if not, I'll be on my way." Spain whispered, feeling bad for causing Romano so much trouble. Romano looked at Spain in disbelief.
"A…Antonio, you bastard…" Romano started to speak, but stopped for a second. "Antonio, I need your help with this. Please, I really do." Spain smiled faintly.
"I'll stay, and I'll help. Also, how are you so sure that this baby is mine?" Spain asked.
"You fucked me three months ago, and you're the only person who has fucked me in the last three months." Romano said with an edgy tone. "And don't look at me like that, because I will kick you fucking ass." Spain looked back at the door.
"May we leave? My tomatoes need watering, and I need to take you home." Spain walked towards Romano and stretched a hand towards Romano. "Need help getting up, my dear Lovi?" Romano responded by flipping Spain off.
"I'm not that round yet, I can stand up by myself, bastard." Romano stood up, and walked toward the door.
"You need to stop calling me that, Lovi. It's not that nice. And you can't swear around children." Spain smirked.
"I can fucking swear if I want to, and there is no kid here." Romano snapped.
"There is~" Spain smiled, and walked calmly out of the room.
"Fuck you, tomato bastard." Romano grumbled, and followed Spain out of the room.