Sorry this took so long, and I honestly don't have a good excuse. I hope you like this, and I'll get working on the (hopefully) more exciting next chapter. This was just kinda to set that one up, to show Bambino playing his/her games, and to get some laughs since up until two chapters ago, this story was so depressing. I'm still really sorry about that, guys! D= but, can't change the past, so on to the future! *stikes pose* enjoy!


"Antonio, quick!" Antonio ran into the bedroom to wear Lovino was lying with his hand on his stomach in amazement. "Antonio, Bambino is moving again! Come feel; hurry!" Lovino cried. Antonio rushed to his lover's side, placing his hand upon Lovino's pregnant belly. For a moment, there was silence.

Antonio looked slowly up at Lovino. Lovino tilted his head hopefully, urging with his eyes for Antonio to spill what he felt. Antonio opened his mouth, then closed it again. He opened it again, then closed it once more. Finally, he opened his mouth and said, "I felt nothing."

Lovino smacked a hand to his forehead. "I swear, Tonio, I felt Bambino move! You were too slow, I guess..." Lovino defended himself. Antonio pushed back his hair out of his face.

"Bebé stops moving when I try to feel him," Antonio pouted.

"He's just teasing you, il mio amore!" Lovino protested. Antonio cuddled up to the Italian.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's just..." Antonio frowned, looking down at Lovino's tummy. He leaned down. "Bebé, I will feel you kick one day, and there's nothing you can do to stop me," Antonio challenged.

"Tonio, be nice," Lovino warned, slapping the Spaniard's arm. Feliciano walked into the room then, bags under his eyes, moaning like a wounded puppy. Both stared at the younger Italian worriedly.

"Ve...up all night...puking..." he trailed off. Lovino got out of bed, linking arms with his brother and leading him into the kitchen. Feliciano watched Lovino bustle around the kitchen. "What are you doing, ve?" Feliciano finally asked.

"Ginger tea and lemon slices," Lovino replied without looking over his shoulder. He set the plate down and went about making some tea for himself. Antonio joined the table, and Ludwig just hovered by the door.

"They help with nasty morning sickness, remember?" Antonio grinned. Feliciano sipped the tea, and then relectantly sucked on the bitter lemon.

"Bleh."

"That's what we're attempting to avoid," Lovino smirked, ruffling his brother's hair. He glanced up at his in-law. "Ludwig, don't hover like that. Come sit by Feli," Lovino ordered. Ludwig glanced nervously at Feliciano, who gave him big eyes.

"Come sit by me, Luddy," he whined. Ludwig melted, coming over and kissing the Italian's forehead.

"Told you it would get better," Antonio grinned. Suddenly, Gilbert and Francis burst into the house.

"Uncle Awesome is here!" Gilbert announced, which had become his usual announcement upon entering Lovino and Antonio's house. Francis pushed past him.

"Where are the Mamans?" he asked. He ran up to Lovino and took his hands. "Bebé is already moving around in your tummy, oui?" he asked excitedly. Lovino smiled.

"Yeah, but Tonio is too slow to catch it," Lovino replied. They both laughed, and Francis took Feliciano's hand with his other hand.

"And you are still not showing, I see," Francis mentioned.

"No, and I've lost a few pounds too," Feliciano answered. Francis shrugged.

"Don't worry, mon ami. That is perfectly normal," Francis grinned, kissing their cheeks.

"Let's go to the carnival! Just the preggers and their baby daddys, Franny, and Awesome Me!" Gilbert suggested.

"Oh yes, all the roller coasters we can't ride and food we shouldn't eat! Apparently you are smart as well as awesome!" Lovino cried, rolling his eyes. Gilbert didn't understand the sarcasm and just stood there proudly.

"That was sarcasm," Feliciano finally enlightened him. Gilbert emo'd in a corner.

Francis smiled. "Ah, but fresh air will do you good, Maman Lovi!" He encouraged.

"I'm not going into public as a pregnant man," Lovino huffed.

"Wear a dress and put a bow in your hair, and nobody will know," Francis dismissed, pulling out matching dresses for Lovino and Feliciano to wear, with matching bows, from nowhere.

"We talk like men," Lovino glared.

"Don't talk?" Ludwig offered.

"Mein Gott, please!" Gilbert spoke up. Lovino spat at him.

"Fratello is still dealing with morning sickness, badly. If he keeps sucking on lemons and drinking ginger tea, his symptons will have gone down by next week, so we'll go then," Lovino explained.

"Fiiiiiine!" Gilbert groaned, "Come on, Franny, let's go." Gilbert stopped, narrowing his eyes and jabbing his finger at Lovino's face. "I'm watching you," he warned, and then lowered his finger at Lovino's baby bump. "You two, Kindes. Don't try anything funny next week." And with that, Gilbert had snatched Francis and escaped.

Antonio kissed Lovino lovingly and hugged him. "Next week will be fun, Lovi. You'll see," Antonio reasurred. Lovino rolled his eyes, then gasped.

"Antonio!" Knowing his cue, the Spaniard placed his hand on Lovino's stomach and waited. He pouted, poking the bulge.

"You. Suck." he pouted. Lovino kissed the Spaniard's forehead.

"Give it a bit more, and you'll feel them," Lovino reasurred, "and in that one little kick that you feel, your heart will be stolen forever."


awwwwwww, small chapter. but cute and funny, right? Don't worry, Antonio WILL feel his little Bebé kicking! Just not now, heehee!

Next chapter is carnival time! no roller coasters for the Italies, but it will still be a fun and silly day with a little surprise for you thrown in at the end! =D

TRANSLATIONS-

Bambino/Bebé- baby (duh) (Italian and Spanish-French respectively)
il mio amore- my love (Italian)
Fratello- brother (Italian)
Maman- mom (French)
oui- yes (French)
mon ami- my friend (French)
Kindes- kid, child, baby. meant mostly as kid. (German)
Mein Gott- My God (German)