So! I read an interesting comment by a guest and I should probably do a touch of explaining huh? Alright, yes I am indeed a lover of fluff and the romance, but it was pointed out that Italy is not opened to same sex relationships but I'll say this since I did't really point out or put in something about the relationships but Italy and Germany are manly seen as the best friends they are with each other, same with Canada and France, England and America, Japan and China, Austria and Prussia, Italy and Germany, Romano and Spain, but they are together ship wise but with Italy and Romano, their relationships are kept quiet when they are home.
However I'm not sure if Germany is open to same sex relationships but I'm sure that's where Italy is more honest about his relationship with Germany while Romano and Spain will be kept quiet about it. Now onto the future children. Okay, I don't know if I'll make them just human or even as a Micro Nation, which I would love to do, but I'm not good with Geography or countries and don't know OF any micro Nations around Italy or in Germany
So I'm not sure if I am going to make them human or not, but I know mpreg is kind of confusing or not good to others but I can figure out the birth part of that so don't worry! I feel a little bad for not explaining earlier on BUT I'm at least doing it now! I want to let it be known that I am NOT bashing or sounding like I'm pissed at the Guest who commented their comment, which'll be seen since I approved it, but just explaining seeing as they pointed out somethings I should've explained before so thank you for pointing it out! But enough of my babbling, I hope this chapter is good! Enjoy!
Spain laid out on the bed, his shirt riding up to expose his stomach, his arm thrown over his forehead and one hand resting on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. What could he do? Was there anything to do? Romano explained everything to him, what his Grandpa Rome had said, what he was doing now and Spain, the normally cheery one, exploded with screams at the Italian then locked the bedroom door leaving Romano downstairs alone. Romano explained he was indeed scared, that he didn't want to die, but he knew what he had to do and he wanted his brother to live, he couldn't take away his brother and a child from Germany no matter how much he hated the potato bastard and that he was so sorry he never told Spain but the elder Nation wouldn't hear it and remained in his room ever since.
He felt like a teenager that had just screamed at his mother only to lock himself away in his room and sulk but just stare in pure regret. He talked with Romano and Italy's boss but he had nothing to offer, simply stating the merger was happening and Romano was the one backing it despite his fear of dying, he seemed accepting of it but it explained his hostile nature to his brother since his pregnancy. But he knew, after years of supporting his brother, Romano couldn't just let him die here and now, not after every little thing they'd been through.
A merger. North and South Italy were coming together to be one whole Italy, not just North and South anymore. And for that, there can only be one and Romano was willingly-WILLINGLY- let himself die and disappear. A soft knock sounded on the door making Spain clench his jaw. He didn't hate Romano, he knew he didn't, but it just...it hurt, very much, knowing they were doing so much, making so much progress together and now it was coming to an end.
"Antonio, I know you're pissed. I KNOW, okay? You don't think I don't feel angry? That I don't feel betrayed? That I don't want to live? I fucking do, so fucking much and you know, you fucking KNOW, I am a selfish bastard and a hellion person. I know you don't want to be free of me, I know you love me, but Toni...Do you want Veneziano to die? Do you want Germany to go through what you're going through? It's always just been me and you lately, with little drop by's by Belgium, yes, but it's me and you. Just us and...Toni please, with the four months left, please don't make this hard. I want to live, so badly, I thought...I thought I could stop the merger but I can't and...and Grandpa Rome told me-ME- that this would be my choice and I'm choosing to let that dumb ass Veni live. But please...please don't lock me out now. Please." Romano sounded so agonized, his voice was clogged and choked, hesitant and Lord knows how much Spain hated hearing his fierce Italian like that. But he laid there still, not wanting to move, not wanting to speak but he wanted, he ACHED, to ope the door and let Romano in. "Please, Spain!"
"Stop..." Spain did't say the word loud, it was murmured gently to himself, he hated hearing Romano like that but he sat up blowing out a soft breath looking at the door, feeling so tired. If he felt tired he had no idea how Romano must feel. He slid off the bed shuffling across the floor quietly and stood in front of the door, staring at it tiredly before pulling it open only to have Romano hugging him tightly and holding him fiercely while burying his face into Spain's chest. "Lovino..."
"I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to tell you but I just...I didn't wanna hurt you, you know?" Romano mumbled as he clung to Spain while closing his eyes softly and Spain sighed moving his arms around the Italian.
"It still hurts, badly, Lovino. It would have hurt to know in the beginning but to wait until there's only...only four months left...I wish you'd told me sooner." Spain sighed out holding onto the Italian who just squeezed the Spaniard in response and looked up at Spain.
"I know. I just wanted to keep things going good, keep it happy for you and for that idiot Veneziano, cause I know it'd upset you both deeply." Romano mumbled as he clung to Spain and pressed his cheek to Spain's chest hard. "I don't want you to cry, when I'm gone. You understand? I don't care if my idiot brother cries, but I don't want you to cry. Not one tear, dammit."
"That's a hard request, mi amor." Spain murmured as he stroked Romano's back gently and the Italian relaxed against Spain and opened his eyes gently and slowly, tilting his head back to meet those dark eyes and he reached up brushing Spain's cheek with his finger tips with just the barest of touches as he stared at the Spaniard.
"I know. But at least...not in front of the other Nations but I don't want you to cry. I don't want you to cry and I not be there to stop it from happening." Roman replied staring at Spain, his own eyes dark as he stared at Spain then cupped the Spaniard's cheek as he cricked a lip at the male.
"How...What about now? Would I be able to...to cry now?" Spain asked slowly but felt the moisture building in his eyes anyhow as Romano stared at him, his eyes widening as his mouth opened and shut wordlessly before he nodded.
He leaned up curving his arms around Spain tightly, much like he used to do when he was young, buried his face into his neck and tightened his hands on his clothes, holding him tightly and Spain curled his arms around Romano's waist. He's mouth pressed against Romano's clothed shoulder as he breathed in shakily through his nose then shut his eyes the flood gates opening as one tear fell slow then another and another and another until it was repeatedly quickly. The tears dripped down his face quick and light, like mercury slipping off a surface and he kept taking heavy breaths through his nose until it started to clog and he resorted to breathing through his nose, spreading heavy shaky breaths against Romano's shoulder as he clung to the little Italian tightly like he'd disappear right then and there.
Then the sobs burst free, before he could stop them, the sounds leaving hi so hard and roughly his body shifted and jerked gently with them and his back spasmed as Romano kept clinging to him tightly and his soft even breath against Spain's neck felt real, his hold felt real but it hurt all the same. He whined as more sobs broke free as he gasped through them for breaths and he began crying so hard, not stopping even once, that he started hyperventilating for his sobs wracked his body so hard he couldn't get a true breath for all the tears just clogged his throat. He sounded panicked as he kept hyperventilating as he sobbed loudly, a keening noise falling from his lips as Romano pulled back looking up into Spain's wet eyes, tears gushing down and even his nose was running.
Normally Romano would be disgusted but it was so out of place on Spain, for he hadn't cried in so long, that Romano felt his chest tighten painfully. After their eyes locked and met, Romano hugged him tight backing him to the bed and the fell straight back in a tangled heap, Romano rolling on his back with Spain clutched to his chest tight as the Spaniard wailed ad sobbed into his chest and all Romano felt he could do as stroke the Spaniard's hair and hold him tight as he could. Yet even as he held Spain tight, like he was trying desperately to keep the man together, he knew it would never be tight enough nor would it keep his precious Spaniard together.
The World Meeting was quiet, for once, when Spain and Romano walked into the room aware of the gazes and even England was sending a sympathetic look to Spain and Romano. The Spaniard's eyes were puffed and blood shot, his nose a bright red showing all the signs of the previous sobbing session. He held Romano to his side tightly however as he sat down, Romano not complaining once as he just stared at the Spaniard, the only one he wanted to be looking at right now. The air was so heavy with the silence, so thick, but he would not be the one to cut this silence and start the meeting, he refused to do so as he stared at the Spaniard, lips pursed softly. He grinded his knuckles into Spain's side making the Spaniard jerk out of his thoughts aware he was blankly staring at Romano then smiled gently leaning down pressing his forehead to Romano's sweetly. It was like with the gentle smile, the action, everyone relaxed as Spain kissed Romano's temple softly shutting his eyes waiting for America to begin the meeting.
"So, I'll be the first to ask. How're ya feeling, Romano?" America asked as he looked at the Italian who unwillingly moved his gaze from Spain to America who was giving a fake, crooked smile trying to grasp at some normality and the Italian, who normally hated attention from the American, couldn't help but feel relieved at the break of tension.
"I'm fine. It was a fainting spell, is all from the lung infection I got. I'm feeling much better now though!" Romano forced a bright smile, a bitterly forced version of Italy's normally sweet smile.
"Mon amie, what iz ze matter?" France was the second to break the silence, the Spaniard also unwillingly ragging his eyes from Romano to the French man who's blue eyes shined with mild concern but something deeper.
"Nothing, Francis. Let's just get the meeting underway, I haven't been feeling well either." Spain replied smiling crookedly as Romano squeezed his hand tight.
"I see, hope you dudes feel better then!" America still felt the strain, his blue eyes dark with it wanting to bring some happy atmosphere but the feeling that something bad was going down was intense. England looked at his lover, his green eyes seeking out America's blue ones but the American refused to look at him at that moment as he took a breath then shifted his gaze England. Then he smiled soft then looked up landing his eyes on Italy and smiled wide looking at his now large stomach. "Now, dudes, we need something fun! Have we gotten shit together for Italy's baby shower?"
"Yup!" Hungary waved happily as she smiled sweetly then flashed a smile over at her best friend who smiled happily at the Hungarian woman. There was other responses, the excitement was building in the room, for there had never been a baby born of two Nations, let alone male Nations at that which made it all the more exciting.
"Then let's get it under way!" America smiled bright in such a way that it was infectious as the Nation's seemed to move in unison pushing chairs back at the same time and began setting up everything making Roman a bit dizzy when his stomach clenched.
The same pain that plagued him the previous month came roaring back making every cell in his body, in his flesh, in his intestines and veins rip with flames of pain that licked at his nerve endings. His stomach twisted so painfully he nearly cried with pain as the color rained from his face, his hands and face growing clammy as he refused to move but the pain doubled to something so entirely new. The pain twisted, began spreading upwards towards his lungs straight to his heart making his chest painfully tight and his stomach heaved so hard it was like his stomach would come shooting straight out of his mouth and he jumped up so fast his chair slammed back surprising Spain as the Italian ran out like Hell was right behind him, Romano ran to the bathroom.
Locking the door Romano stumbled to the toilet, slamming the seat up and fell to his knees with the intensity of his vomiting. He gagged out violently as tears gushed down, his arms curving over his stomach as he hugged the painful twisting in his stomach as another surge rose and he nearly choked as he heaved into the toilet. His fingers dug into his heaving sides as tears trickled down in thick lines as he heaved and when he stopped, only when eh stopped, he heard Spain pounding on the door unaware he'd been screaming with pain as he vomited. He looked at the door tiredly as he flushed the toilet as the sickening metallic taste of blood rested on his taste buds in such a way he felt like someone was shoving a rusted pipe into his mouth over and over, the rust remaining in his mouth. He shook as he stood up, his eyes watery as he opened the door and Spain burst in slamming the door behind him and Romano felt guilt flood him.
"Are you okay? You were screaming! You're lucky they didn't hear you, mi amor!" Spain exclaimed but hugged the Italian tightly stroking his tense back. Romano let out a little squeak from the tightness of the hug even as he hugged the Spaniard.
"I'm sorry, I had to puke." Romano mumbled as he pressed his pale cheek to Spain's chest feeling drained like he normally did after these episodes but knew he'd have to remain awake, just for Italy's baby shower and then he could go home and sleep.
"Mi amor, if you want to leave, we will. I hate hearing you screaming like that," Spain murmured losing the shout from his tone as he lifted his hand up stroking Romano's hair and the Italian stayed quiet shutting his eyes then opened them lightly smacking Spain's chest.
"You're making me sleepy." Romano smiled crookedly at the Spaniard who blinked in surprise then smiled softly nuzzling his cheek to Romano's forehead. "Come on, let's get this shit over with and go home."
"Si si, we'll stay for some time. Can you walk, mi amor?" Spain asked as he looked at the tired Italian who hesitated before nodding but Spain picked him up bridal style then, with Romano reaching out opening the door for him, walked out back towards the World Meeting room. "May I ask you something, Lovino?"
"Well you're technically already asking something. But si, what?" Romano replied tiredly as he looked at the Spaniard who pursed his lips lightly those his eyes seemed to laugh for a moment making Romano happy.
"Why are you taking your...condition...so easily? You act like it's just a flue, like a little minor detail, like it's nothing worry about. Why aren't you more...angry about it? More upset by it?" Spain asked as he stood still, just some odd steps from the doors leading to the little party within.
"Can I explain that when we're at home?" Romano asked softly looking up at pain with his large hazel eyes making Spain blink then pout gently a bit making Romano smile.
"Fine." Spain sighed but smiled at Romano more naturally, more oncoming when the door slammed open loud making the pair jerk hard t see Prussia standing there then grabbed their forearms.
"Come on, losers! The little sqvirt is opening his presents and shit! He's isn't very happy you're not there right now! So come the fuck on!" Prussia cheered out yanking them into the room, Romano stumbling as his legs tingled and Spain looked at him worriedly then looked forward at Italy who was blinking gently while staring at the pair.
"Shut up," Romano mumbled as Spain sat down in a chair and Romano chose to sit next to him as he rested his temple against Spain's shoulder. Italy gave him a soft smile before the first gift was shoved into his lap; there wasn't many, some just there to watch, but there was a decent amount of gifts yet Germany blushed thanking those who gave them something but was embarrassed by the amount. Italy, however, couldn't care if it was too much he was tearing into the bright paper eagerly only to coo and giggle over the little items in shades of pinks, soft blues, light yellows and gentle reds. Romano watched his brother opening everything happily, smiling at the items and Romano looked up at Spain a soft smile on his own lips but the Spaniard looked worried when Prussia was jumping forward shoving something under the Italian's nose making him jerk back. Spain took the tissue from Prussia and pinched Romano's nose tightly making the Italian whine nasally.
"Woah! Shit dude, is it to hot or something? Never seen a nose gush that much blood!" America exclaimed in wonder as his blue eyes widened and England reached over punching him hard in the side making the America just grin. Romano licked his lips only to taste blood and felt something drip onto his shirt and realized he indeed had a bloody nose and he reached up rubbing the blood away but only made the blood stain his skin.
"I'm fine!" Romano snapped as he shooed Spain's hand away and pinched the tissue himself then scowled lightly gesturing towards his twin. "Go on! Open the stupid presents, me and Spain got you something so hurry up!"
"S-Si!" Italy stuttered out then resumed opening presents, the good mood slowly coming back as Italy looked at the name tags then thanked the person only to tear into the paper and repeated the process over and over. Then,finally, came a small soft item from Romano and Spain making Italy curious as he peeled the paper away carefully and unfolded a ounsie; the bottom half was colors of Germany's flag while the upper part was the colors of Italy's flag and Italy surprisingly got tears in his eyes. Out of the color, cute ounsies he opened, the bassinet, the little blankets, diapers, rattles and plushies, the pacifiers and the little dresses, this was the one that made tears well in Italy's eyes.
"G-Grazie, Fratello!" Italy whispered but happily as the tears dripped down his cheeks making Romano blinked in surprise.
"Y-You're welcome." Romano mumbled as he pulled the tissue away from his face, sniffling and sighed happy the nose bleed was over but the tissue utterly soaked with blood that it actually stained the pads of Romano's fingers threw it in the trash from his seat making Italy giggle when Romano got it in the basket in one go.
"I can't wait to see that little baby, Feli!" Spain happily chattered getting into rhythm as he stroked Italy's swollen stomach making the Italian giggle. Romano listened to Spain's happy chatter as he stroked the bump but it made him sleepy when Italy chattered back cooing and giggling, the words blurring in Romano's ears as his lashes drooped and he yawned but jerked when Spain stood up grabbing Romano's hand. "Gracias, Italy, for allowing us here. But, I must get Romano home, he is very tired. I'll see you soon, si? I'll come with you to the next ultrasound as well! I'm sure Romano would love to go as well, to see the little bebita!"
"Si! We'll see you soon then!" Italy chirped happily as he watched Romano and Spain making their exit together. Romano felt so tired, not a lot as it truly was, the blood loss did make Romano dizzy as he leaned his forehead to Spain's arm making the Spaniard look at him worriedly.
"You know that question, you asked me?" Romano mumbled as he stopped walking, mere steps from the doors, as Spain nodded gently. "The truth is...god I'm so angry, I'm so scared and I'm upset as all hell. I don't want to die, I feel like I'm being fucked over by the world and it isn't fair. But I could never let my brother die, you know that. I just...I wish there wasn't a merger, for we were just fine together but...I can't stop the merger. And Italy will have a family, but I don't want to die. We don't know if we can have a child, like Italy, but I hate leaving and I hate it, I'm scared to die, Spain, I'm really really scared. I don't want to be somewhere without you, for you'll keep living on and on until you die but I won't be here, I can't be there. That's why I'm pissed, why I'm scared, why I'm utterly devastated I won't be there. I treat it like it's nothing because...because I don't want to make this bigger than it is. I just want to spend these four months happily. With you."
"Then that is how you shall spend it, mi amor. I will give you everything and we will spend each day of these four months together and make them the best and happiest you will ever have. I promise you this, mi amor. I promise."