Spain rested downstairs stretched out on his couch, his knees bent as he balanced the laptop on them and his fingers sped over the keyboard with lightening speed and looked focused on the computer and then, surprisingly yet not so surprisingly, he opened up his facebook only to see he received a message from Italy, Belgium, France and Prussia, all asking about Romano ad how he was but Spain pursed his lips as his fingers would hover above the keys stopping i their quick typing and then cosed facebook, knowing he couldn't say anything right now.

Romano, in fact, was laying in bed sleeping off his little headache and nausea but had triumphantly brandish his medical results from the dovtors showing he did indeed had a clean bill of health. Spain sighed out gently moving a and through his hair as his eyes looked at the brightly lit screen and he turned his computer off setting it down on the couch next to his thigh and he blew out a breath covering his hands over his face rubbing roughly. He felt so tird...So so tired...He flopped over onto the couch, sliding his computer to the floor carefully and cushioned his head with his arms as his lashes dipped and rested on his cheeks as he closed his eyes. The cou hwas pretty big, wide enough for two people to aly on, so he was a little lonely layig out o the couch knowig Romano was just upstairs in bed but he didn't want to disturb the Italian.

There was a soft creaking of the floor boards upstairs along with soft foot steps on the stairs and the same feet that padded towards him. He opened his eyes a bit when the feet came up to the couch, light but heavy enough to make some noise and he let out a tiny yelp when a body flopped down onto the couch behind him, a cheek nuzzling into his back making him blink as he felt arms curving around his sides ad resting just above his hips.

"L-Lovino?" Spain asked as he started to turn his head but Romano just stroked Spain's belly softly as if a baby was already in there.

"I love you, Antonio. I love you, very very much. Ti amo, il mio amore pi caro." I love you, my dearest love. Spain felt a strange blush crawling into his cheeks and making them burn surprising him very deeply, for Spain didn't truly blush out of compliments or endearments.

"Te amo, Mi peque o italiano." Spain immediately replied as he stroked the back of Romano's hand as he blushed hotly with embarrassment but smiled happily as Romano cuddled into him even more.

"I hope we can have a baby, Toni." Romano mumled into his back as he hugged Spain tightly while nuzzling him gently.

"I hope so too, it'd be nice. If little Feli can get pregnant and have a baby, then so can we." Spain said confidently as he smiled when Romano began stroking his flat belly once again ad patted it gently before stroking it again.

"I want you to be pregnant, Antonio. I want you to carry our baby, so it'll be just like you. I feel if I got pregnant, the baby'll be a little bastard just like myself but a baby from you...a baby from you, I feel will be like my very own little Spanish Sunshine, just like you are." Romano murmured as he stroked Spain's belly softly as he shut his eyes gently.

"A baby from me would be just as happy as one that would come from you, Lovino." Spain said but felt Romano shaking his head softly, his forehead pressed against Spain's back.

"No no, a baby from you would be amazing. I want our baby to come from you." Romano said hotly as he hugged Spain tightly and he squeaked when Spain turned around facing the little Italian.

"Mi amor, the baby would be perfect regardless of if it comes from you or me, it'll be OUR baby no matter." Spain said as he looked down at Romano who had wide eyes but pressed his palm to Spain's stomach.

"Even so I want you to carry our baby. I'm not budging on that." Romano had a huffy tone, a pout forming on his lips and his cheeks threatened to puff out making Spain clear on the fact that Romano will not budge on that matter.

"Fine fine~ I will carry our baby if we get lucky, like Italy and Germany." Spain relented smiling easily at Romano who smiled crookedly at Spain as he tightened his arm around Spain as he took his hand off the Spaniard's belly and wrapped his arms around Spain tightly as he buried his face into Spain's chest.

"Spain, answer something for me." Romano murmured gently into the Spaniard's chest as his lashes drooped softly even if the Spaniard couldn't see it but Spain was tense at the use of his country name.

"Yes?"

"Say...if you had to choose between you living an eternal life as a Nation, or giving it up for Portugal or a brother, would you want me to hate you for choosing someone else?" Romano asked gently tilting his head back staring at Spain intently, his eyes a dark mix of green and gold, the hazel coloring seeming to be like a camouflage color with Romano's words. Spain stared at him wordlessly as he processed the question and closed his eyes lightly once thinking hard about it and after a few moments he opened his eyes, bright green latching onto those dark ones.

"No. I wouldn't want you to hate me for choosing someone else, if it came to that." Spain answered as Romano stared at him and the Italian leaned up kissing the Spaniard softly making his stomach twist with a strange feeling excitement as Romano smiled gently.

"Good." Romano murmured gently against Spain's when he pulled from the kiss and his eyes lightened to a pale green with a gold tint, the hazel always managing to steal Spain's breath when he looked at the Italian.

"Why did you ask that?" Spain asked with a tilt of his head staring at his lover who just shrugged gently and pressed his cheek against Spain's chest.

"Something Grandpa Rome said, a long time ago, popped up the other day and I wanted to ask." Romano said simply then shut his eyes rubbing his cheek softly against the Spaniard's chest gently.

"Want to tell me what it was he said?" Spain asked again, more curiously and suspicious than concerned as he stared at the top of Romano's head intently.

"No. It was nothing drastically bad, it was just something he told me that I've been thinking of." Romano lifted his head off Spain's chest again as he stared at the Spaniard before twisting making Spain flop onto his back and Romano straddled his hips looking down at the Spaniard's, connecting his eyes with those wide emerald greens, as he placed his hands on Spain's chest. "Don't even think about it, Spain. Even Veneziano doesn't know, it was the one good thing, I guess, my Grandpa did and he never told Italy."

"Fine fine." Spain quickly said raising his hands as he stared at Romano with a wide, guiles look, but Romano narrowed his eyes gently before sighing.

"It does't matter. Italy was with Holy Rome and I got you, for that I am happy. I'm a bastard, I don't like speaking my feelings, but I'm happy I got stuck with you." Romano pouted as he said the words, his gaze going to the floor and it made Spain smile. Old habits die hard. Romano had actually, when it was just the two of them, gotten better on expressing his feelings to the Spaniard.

"Well...I'm sorry for always wishing ad wating to trade you with Italy, I know it hurt you a lot when I did things like that. But remember! I was still somewhat young then, not so sensitive to others feelings as I am now. But even so, if I had't kept you I never would have seen what a fierce, fiesty, beautiful man you've become. And even if I hadn't kept you, I would've done anything to make you mine." Spain's confession hung in the air as Romano's cheeks flared bright red with the blush that burned hotly in his cheeks but he had a strangely vulnerable and soft look to him as he considered Spain's words.

"S-Shut up, you bastard." Romano mumbled as his face burned a deep red and he jumped lightly when Spain touched his hot cheek.

"You truly are beautiful, Romano." Spain murmured as his thumb stroked across the Italian's cheek bone and Romano lifted his hand even as it flinched he moved it over covering Spain's in a quick movement before he could wimp our or something of the sort as he he turned his hot cheek into the Spaniard's hand. "Our child would be lucky to have a Madre like you."

"Wouldn't I be the father, if you're carrying?" Romano mumbled as he opened his eyes slightly giving him a sleepy look as his muscles relaxed with a warm content feeling that wrapped around him tightly.

"No, you'd be the Madre. I will be the Padre, no matter who is carrying." Spain replied a smile dancing on his lips as his eyes seemed to light up and Romano smiled happily yet softly at the Spaniard.

"Do you think we can do this? That we could get pregnant?" Romano asked with hesitancy whie looking at the Spaniard. "I mean, considering up until now, we should've had five kids but..."

"I was using a condom most of the time. Safe sex!" Spain cheered before making the both of them laugh, Romano smiling genuinely as the laughs burst out of him as he blushed.

"Dumbass!" Romano snickered as he grinned making Spain smile happily. He stroked his fingers across Romano's cheek bone gently as he smiled with content while staring at Romano.

"But even so, we'll try but just know it might not work with us. I mean, little Italy is lucky right? It's strange to hear of male pregnancy but we ARE human personifications of Nations so...well let's just hope we'll get the sway of luck when it comes to making a baby!" Spain exclaimed softly as he looked at his Italian who was still blushing and Romano bent down placing a kiss to Spain's smiling lips.

"We will have a baby. I know it, I can eel it, so trust that we can. We'll do it tonight, okay?" Romano shockingly intertwined their hands and fingers together in a way that would be cute with anyone else but was awkward with Romano yet with the blush on his face, the sparkle in his hazel eyes, the confidence he seemed to have just oozing out of him, was infectious.

"Of course, Lovino." Spain replied with a bright smile that came all on it's own and the Italian smiled soft, his face the very epitome of soft and vulnerable as he leaned down, pressing and balancing his hands against Spain's as he kissed the Spaniard again. When they parted Roman smiled crookedly but bright in such a way Spain hated saying the next words but..."Romano, Italy...he invited us to his home for dinner. He wants to spend time with you."

"Oh for God's sake." Romano groaned seeming to swoon fakely before flopping backwards on Spain's legs as he groaned again but ended with a sigh. "Do we have too?"

"Si, we must. Italy is expecting us, it'd let him down if we didn't end up going to spend some time with him, don't you think?" Spain questioned as Romano moaned lightly only to sigh ye again as he flopped the back of his hands against his eyes.

"Ughh! I have spent half my existence, looking after my thick headed brother. Why would not spending dinner with him let him down?" Romano snapped out as he moved his hands gently to scowl hotly at Spain as he pouted softy while Spain just sighed.

"Romano, it'd be easier. We can go to Italy's and have dinner instead of wasting time on a dinner we won't be able to sit through knowing our bedroom is upstairs...it'd be easier being at Germany an Italy's, we can eat there and we can just come home and get straight to it, don't you think?" He quietly asked this as he looked at his lover who blushed all over and covered his face with his hands and Romano sighed again.

"Fine. Ugh, it'll be torture listening about 'baby this' and 'baby that' and how 'Luddy is so amazing and is such a good father! Ve~'. God you'll need to bring asprin just for me to stomach GOING." Romano sneered irritatedly but Spain just smiled softly at the Italian who was glaring up at the ceiling crossing his arms over his chest tightly.

"It'll be fine, Lovino. Come now, let's get ready for dinner, it is late afternoon ad it'll take some time to get to Germany's." Spain softly said as he shifted into a sitting position, Romano groaning getly as he moved hs hands down so his fingers rested against his cheek looked at Spain moodily.

"I hate this." Romano mumbled when Spain picked him up making him squeak loudy and waked to the stairs." Oi! Bastard don't do that!"

"Let's get ready~!" Spain sang making Romano roll his eyes at the Spaniard who kissed the Italian's cheek making him blush anew.

"Shut up." Romano mumbled as he crosed arms again and Spain laughed gently at the Itaian fondly. Romano wanted to give Spain everything, absolutely everything, but it was hard too when he wasn't used to having Spain with him at all times. He sighed resting his hot cheek against Spain's shoulder as the Spaniard climbed up the stairs ad he clung to Spain tight shutting his eyes. He hoped dinner would go fast just so they could come back home.

"Ve~ Fratello! You're okay!" Italy cheered when he opened the door revealing Spain and Romano standing, Romano's hand tucked in the crook of Spain's elbow. Romano yelped when Italy threw his arms around him, the hug tight and Romano felt a blush searing his face, unused to having such open affection thrown his way by his brother and the soft curve of his brother's pregnant belly pressed against his flat one making his heart give a sharp ache.

"Feliciano, vould you let them in? You can hug them and vhatever you vant vith them inside. They a probably tired, after it is a long way from Spain to Germany." Germany barked from the kitchen from where he was cooking and Italy let go of Romano beaming happily at him then grabbed his brother's hand yanking inside making his hand slide out of Spain's elbow making him look back with wide eyes and Spain fought the urge to augh. Romano's flustered, flushed face along with his wide panicked eyes as his mouth parted gently made him look like he was being dragged off to his death or something of the sort as he mouthed 'Help me!' as he was pulled away.

"Come on, Fratello! I want to talk with you!" Italy happily chattered as he waked into the living room with Romano who was paling now instead of blushing as a rush of useless words fell from his brother. Spain smiled shutting the door shaking his head fondly at the Italian brother's then walked to the kitchen where Germany was cooking.

"Hola~" Spain cheerfully greeted as he leaned against the island watching the German rush cooking about here and there when Germany turned his head to the side slightly, his blue eyes filled with surprise and then settled into a soft smile.

"Ah, Spain, guten Tag." Germany replied with a nod of his head as he smoothed a few strands of hair away from his hair and back in the slick look he had.

"So, Germany, what are you hoping to have?" Spain questioned as he jumped up onto a stool seat and rested his chin in his hands as his eyes focused on Germany intently and the blonde blushed self consciously.

"Feli's hoping its a boy, but I'm hoping it's a girl." Germany mumbled as he stirred some sauce in a pan and then stirred this big pot of pasta it seemed and yet Spain smelled wurst as well.

"Wurst?" Spain asked swinging his legs gently feeling like a little kid as he fought the urge giggle at the thought.

"J-Ja, Feliciano has been craving it. I don't know how much he vants it but he alvays asks for a lot of it, vhich is a bit surprising but then again he's pregnant, I give him vhat he vants as long as it's vithin reason." Germany thoughtfully said while keeping his eyes down strategically as if to avoid the green eyes that were latched onto him.

"Sounds nice~" Spain hummed as he watched the German cook which was a bit unnerving but Spain suddenly got a serious look, far cry from the innocent happy one he'd had moments before. "Germany, be good to Italy. He deserves it, don't hurt him."

"I-I von't! I could't hurt him even if I vanted too!" Germany looked up as he answered, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Good, for you know what happened to him when Holy Rome died and along came you, with Holy Rome's locked away memories, which you've never told hiim about so-"

"Nein! I just haven't vanted too! I don't vant him to see me as Holy Rome and forget who I am now in the present!" Germany hissed as he got a dark, sharp glare as he stared at the equally dark looking Spain.

"You need to tell him, Ludwig." Spain said seriously as he stared at the German when there was a loud "Uwaa!" from the living room making them blinkjust as Romano ran in looking pale but at his limit as he latched onto Spain.

"For God's sake! You bastard, you left me with my dumb brother too long!" Romano shouted as he buried his face into Spain's arm who blinked but smiled. "God, on and on and on and on and on with stupid bab names and shit like that! Then it when onto the stupid Potato Bastard! I told you so!"

"Luddy!" Italy came in his fingers twitching and he had tears beading in his eyes cutely and Romano glared. Actually glared. Italy only remembered one time Romano had ever glared at him like that and it was only when Grandpa Rome was alive.

"Vhat's vrong, Feli." Germany sighed out as the Italian rushed up snuggling into his side cutely and Romano held Romano tighter while glaring.

"I made Fratello angry." Italy whimpered as he opened his eyes looking at his brother intently as Romano glared from under Spain's side.

"And? Vhat happened to piss of Romano, not that a lot comes to mind to piss him off." Germany muttered making Spain tense up softly and Romano glared hotly.

"I-I said something mean to him." Italy whimpered again lifting his amber gaze to Germany when Romano pressed his lips tight loosing his glare as his chest suddenly spasmed softly with a cough that formed even breathing in was like a tickle as he fought the urge to cough.

"Romano? What did he say?" Spain asked pushing his lover away noticing the pallor of the Italian's normally tanned face. "Romano? What's wrong?" That's when Romano coughed. He coughed into his hand, of course but it was a disgustingly wet sound that made all three of the Nation's tense up as Romano coughed and coughed, spasming roughly with each cough as he gagged into his had before coughing hard once more and something dripped to the floor.

"Bathroom!" He gasped from behind his hand before turning and running to the one bathroom he knew to find in the huge house and Spain had noticed Romano had swiped at the wet spot on the floor but when the slam of a bathroom door sounded Spain felt his stomach and chest tighten painfully.

"Little Italy, I'm going to take Romano home." Spain said tonelessly as he got off his stool and walked to the kitchen door.

"B-But Big Brother Spain! You and Fratello barely come by anymore!" Italy whined as he stared at Spain who forced a smile that did't reach his eyes.

"You both can come for lunch tomorrow." Spain promised then dashed away and his feet thumped against the floor hard as he ran in the direction Romano wet.

"But-!"

"Nein, sveetheart. Let them be, ve vill see them tomorrow." Germany murmured to Italy who whimpered gently yet cutely staring up at his lover."I promise, ve vill see them tomorrow just let them resolve this." No sooner than when Germany said the words there was a low whine that melted into a low moan and soft footfalls sounded as the front door opened with an intensity that made Italy emit a scared "Uwaa!".

"We'll see you tomorrow, Little Italy, you too Germany!" Spain called out cheerfully but even that sounded strained and the door shut, keeping either the Germany or Italian to ask any questions but that didn't stop them from burning and bubbling inside them.