mon dieu (random French ftw), I am so sorry for how late this is. I have honestly no excuse worthy enough for you all. I hope you like week ten of Lovino's pregnancy =3

Antonio was softly rubbing Lovino's slowly growing stomach, whispering sweet nothings to their unborn child in Spanish. Lovino was reading Yao's letter to him about the baby and running his fingers through Antonio's messy brown hair.

"Lovi?" Lovino moved the letter aside so he could see the Spaniard's face. Antonio traced a vein in Lovino's stomach. "Why can I see your veins more?" He asked worriedly. Lovino checked the letter.

"Ah, Yao says, 'your blood volume will increase 40%-50% during pregnancy, so you may start to notice your veins more, aru.' Don't worry, Miele," Lovino reassured.

Antonio looked down at his hands. "I'm scared. What if Bebé doesn't love me, or loves you more than me?" Antonio asked softly. Lovino set the letter down and tilted Antonio's chin upwards.

"Tonio, this baby will love you. It doesn't matter if they say it or show it; they will feel it, and that's what matters," Lovino explained sternly.

"What if I'm a bad papa?" Antonio whispered. The fear was evident in his voice, but Lovino just laughed.

"Who raised ME, Antonio? You did fine then, and you'll do better now because our child cannot be worse than I was," Lovino explained.

Antonio suddenly grew much more confident. "That's right! I will be a great papa to my son!" He shouted.

"Or daughter." Antonio turned to look at Lovino.

"Daughter? How could I have a daughter, Lovino?" He chuckled. "It's less likely. Genetically thinking, its much more likely for two men to have a son," Antonio explained.

"Antonio..." Lovino facepalmed. "How many sons does Alfred have?"

"Ten!" Antonio chirped.

"And how many daughters?"

"...forty..."Antonio blinked. "But he's American, and Americans are weird!" He laughed. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"A-a-a-awesome! C-c-c-cool! P-P-P-Prussia! Seizing all your vitals~! ALL YOUR BASES ARE BELONG TO ME! A-a-" Antonio answered his phone.

"Gilbert, I told you to stop changing my ringtone! Yes, I know its personalized, but I don't want to hear that shit coming from my pocket!" Antonio scolded.

"But I'm awesome!"

"Si, I'm well aware," Antonio sighed. "Okay, fine." Antonio handed the phone to Lovino.

"Grazie. Ciao, Gilbert," Lovino greeted.

"Hey, Big Bro~! Franny and I wanna see your package!" Gilbert cried. Lovino blushed. "N-no, not that package! I mean the-the baby package! That still-gah, you know what? I'm too awesome to make sense!" Gilbert shouted.

"I understand what you're attempting to say," Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Good. We're on our way. You should make me the God Father. NO! I should be Uncle Awesome!"

"Goodbye."

"UNCLE AWESOME OUT!"

"I'm here in all my sexyn-wow, you're fat." Gilbert stared at Lovino's growing stomach. Francis smacked him over the head.

"That was extremely rude, mon imbécile albinos," The Frenchman scolded. Prussia grinned. Francis took hold of Lovino's hand. Lovino briefly wondered if he should smack the blonde. "Maman, how is Bebé?" Francis asked in an extremely motherly way.

Lovino's surprise must have shown, for Antonio laughed. "Lovino, remember Francis is a papa too," Antonio reminded. Lovino nodded slowly.

"How far along are you?" Francis asked.

"Ten weeks," Lovino replied. Francis smiled brightly, rubbing his stomach.

"Mattie, please-! Just-! Mein Gott...Matthew, get into the closet. Don't make a sound. I won't allow you to get hurt!" Gilbert was speaking hurriedly over the phone.

"Gil, what's wrong?" Antonio asked.

"Someone broke into the house. He thought it was Francis, but the person started breaking things. Francis, let's go. Now," Gilbert rushed out the door.

"I hope this doesn't postpone their wedding," Francis mumbled worriedly. Lovino looked up at the Frenchman. "Maman, do not worry. It is bad for Bebé," With that, the Frenchman was gone.

From then on, when Lovino screamed swears and hit the Frenchman with household objects, he didn't hit him as hard as before. Deep down, Francis was a caring man. Deep, deep down...

okay, fail ending is fail. I'm sorry, guys, but I needed them to leave and Gilbert was the one who could. Also, I wanted to mention Gilbert and Matthew's wedding. So, should I put it in this fanfic or make a sequel decribing their wedding and how they keep getting attacked and stuff because someone wants to break them up. Can you guess who?

by the way, Francis says "my albino idiot" in French.