I was very tired when I wrote this, again...
It had been few months (2 at the least) after Spain had proposed to Belgium , they had just had their wedding and the wedding wasn't very big, only a few people had been invited to the wedding. Spain had also started to noticed a small lump forming in the lower part of her torso.
Then one day Belgium heard the knock at the door and went to answer the door. She went to answer it, hoping it was Spain who had gone shopping for some tomatoes. When she answered it, she did not see Spain, she saw her older brother , Netherlands. "I heard you got married." He said to her.
"How d-did you know?!"
"A little birdie told me." He said with straight face. "Anyways who did you mer-" He continued until is eyes wandered near the bottom of her torso to see a little bump there. He clenched his fists slightly, "You're...pregnant?" he said with a frown as he stopped looking at her torso and then her face. Belgium frowned, he knew.
Suddenly a car drove up to the driveway , it was Spain. Spain got out of the car, carrying a bag filled with tomatoes. "Belgium!~ I'm ho-" He said cheerfully until he noticed who was at the door, Netherlands. Netherlands then turned around, he was pissed . "You did this to her, you asshole! You got my sister pregnant!" He yelled angrily as the tall Dutchman clenched his fists. "Bastard!" He yelled as he punched the Spaniard in the stomach as hard as he could. Spain dropped his tomatoes as Netherlands punched him. Spain then tried to punch him as hard as he could.
Belgium tried to stop them ,but so far they weren't stopping, they were continuing to beat each other up. Netherlands then suddenly punched Spain's nose, causing it to bleed. Spain then punched Netherlands in the eye , giving him a black eye.
Belgium then finally, after a while ,got them to stop fighting but by then they looked pretty beaten up. She also actually thought one of them could have had a broken limb, though none of their limbs were. "Finally," She said to herself after they stopped fighting, though Netherlands was glaring at Spain and Spain glared back at him. "I still won't forgive him for what he did to you, that bastard." Netherlands said to her and then walked away, limping slightly.