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Translations (In order of appearance):
(Italian)
fratello: brother
Congratulazioni: Congrats
Grazie: Thanks
It wasn't until Romano hit the third month mark of his forty week journey that the couple decided to tell anyone. Before they decided to break the news to the whole world—other nations were already suspicious, though—Romano insisted that they tell his "stupid" brother first.
"That's great, fratello!" Italy exclaimed happily when he was given the news, "Congratulazioni!"
"Grazie, fratello," Romano replied, not sounding half as enthusiastic as his brother.
Italy embraced his brother into a hug.
Telling the rest of the nations came after telling those close to Romano and Spain. They decided to just get it done with during a meeting.
Once the meeting had started and before issues could start to be discussed, Spain stood up. "I have an announcement."
All eyes were on the Spaniard.
"Lovi and I are expecting!"
Romano, from his seat next to Spain's, smacked him on the arm. "You're not the one who's pregnant, idiot! I am."
Spain sat back down, "Either way, my little tomato is going to have a little tomato of our own." He gave his lover a quick peck on the lips, which Romano tried to fight against.
There were many congratulations given, along with some complaints of how much moodier Romano was going to be; though overall, it seemed that everyone was happy for the two.
