Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.
Warning: Birth scene.
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Feliciano screamed loudly. He had been told that birth was painful, but would have never guessed how bad it'd really be. At first, it was not actually pain, but more like stinging. Then the contractions started. By time the Italian was brought into a birth room, doctors could already spot the soon-to-be-born baby's head.
"Easy now, Feliciano. We need to to be as calm as possible if we're going to get those babies out." a doctor said with a false calming tone. Yes, as it was realized months earlier, the Italian was having twins. When the second fetus was first spotted, the SISC doctors and scientists were elated. Very rarely did twins ever come as a result of breeding. Now, Feliciano felt happy too, just not at the moment.
Instead of calming, the mother-to-be screamed again and tears began rolling down his cheeks. He'd never really been able to handle pain anyways.
"Please, you must listen to our directions. You are already fully dilated. All you must do is calm down and push when you are told. Do you comprehend?" the same doctor asked. Why did all the doctors seem to talk as though they were robots? Perhaps it was better than the observers ho talked to fecunds as though they were stupid animals.
Deciding it'd be best to listen, the Italian willed himself to mellow down. His breathing was still heavy and a bit shallow, though. The doctor, satisfied, walked off to another part of the room.
When the command to 'push' came, Feliciano screamed once more. The first infant was coming out head-first. Its shoulders spread its mother agonizingly wide. That pain lasted until the baby was released fully in a bloody, crying mess.
A few minutes passed with the only sound coming from chittering nurses, machines, and a whining newborn. When Feliciano let out another cry, it was clear that the second baby was ready to make its debut.
"Che cosa ho fatto per meritarmi questo?!" he asked to no one in particular. Not that any of the people around him could understand or care.
Thankfully, the next one didn't take as long as its twin. In fact, within only ten minutes, it was over. While the exhausted Italian caught his breath, doctors and nurses tended to the arrivals. Said infants continued to cry as they were cleaned, weighed, and measured. Once that was done, a nurse took the now swaddled babies to their mother.
That was one luxury that fecunds were allowed. Though their children would be taken away, they were given time to name and wean them. Four months.
Two other nurses stood nearby with clipboards, writing down information. They looked up at Feliciano expectantly. However, he was too busy soothing the babies' cries, which were now reduced to whimpers.
Finally, one of the impatient nurses spoke, "Their names?"
Feliciano tilted his head and looked back down at his children. Both were girls. One had light-brown hair with barely noticable streaks of blonde and azure eyes. The other had the same colored hair, plus a curl just like her mother's, and honey-colored eyes. Feliciano smiled, admiring his beautiful girls.
"Ve~ the one with blue eyes is Mariabella, and her sorella is Sistine." he decided.
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A day later, Feliciano found himself in a stark white room, much different than the gray one he'd spent about eleven months in with his partner.
He frowned. Why couldn't Ludwing be allowed inside the white room? An observer had said something about the German being 'dangerous to the infants'. That wasn't true!
Throughout the Italian's entire pregnancy, Ludwing had been nothing but kind and gentle. Once Feliciano had even woken from a siesta to find Ludwing talking to the unborn babies.
Surely the observers had seen that tenderness, so why did they think he could pose any sort of threat to Mariabella and Sistine?
Feliciano picked up his precious babies, "You know, your padre would really like to see you two. Do you want to know what he's like?"
Mariabella let out a coo in response. Sistine only stared at her mother with what seemed like confusion. Feliciano decided to take that as a 'yes'.
"Well, first off, he's German. He's really strong and sometimes really serious. His eyes are blue like yours, Maria. But their also sharp like yours, Sistine. His hair is blonde, and usually slicked back. He's also really nice and caring, too! Ve~ I miss him..." the Italian said with a sad smile.
The two infants were able to sense their mother's sadness. In turn, they began whimpering. While Sistine did not escalate, the older twin started all-out crying.
"Oh no! Don't cry, I miei pargoli!" Feliciano craddled them slowly, and made 'shh-ing' noises. It seemed to work, as they calmed down.
"There we go. Ve~, Mamma is sorry for making you upset? Am I forgiven?" the Italian asked.
The babies reached out to touch his cheeks. Feliciano once again took the response as a 'yes'.
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A/N: I don't know that much about birth (only a teenager), so I'm sorry I couldn't write a better scene. Anyway, Mariabella and Sistine are my OC's for Venice and Florence.
Now, please don't get on me because Feli isn't all ditzy. I honestly think he's smart, but just doesn't choose to act like it. And he's a bit naïve.
Translations:
Che cosa ho fatto per meritarmi questo?! (Italian) - What have I done to deserve this?!
Sorella. (Italian) - Sister.
Siesta. (Italian) - Nap.
I miei pargoli. (Italian) - My little babies.
Padre. (Italian) - Father.
Mamma. (Italian) - Mother.
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