Disclaimer: Hetalia is unfortunately not mine.

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"You just really feel like kicking today, huh?" Tino figured as he laid a hand on the spot where his unborn child had kicked. Lately, the baby had been doing that very often, and very hard. But he just decided to shrug each one off and blame it on the fact that his due date was coming soon.

Another strong kick was delivered beneath the Finn's palm. It still amazed him how his skin was still willing to stretch with every kick, when he already looked ready to pop.

Tino gave a good-natured laugh, "I guess this means you're going to be a strong baby. I'm happy to know that."

"Yes, that is indeed a good thing. We can't have yet another weak soul, can we?" a voice asked from behind him.

With a startled yelp, Tino whirled around to see a doctor standing near the door. 'When did she come in?' he wondered. She stood there with a gentle smile that every doctor carried, but her eyes gazed at him almost mockingly. Tino frowned, knowing what she was talking about.

"You act like it's my fault. It was Ivan who punched me and caused a premature labor." he said, unconsciously wrapping his arms around his belly.

The woman nodded, "We are all well-aware of that. But the child did have low nurishment, which falls on your hands, I'm afraid."

That wasn't Tino's fault either. He had no idea what to do back then, how often to nurse the baby, or how much. No one ever gave him any kind of advice. Did the SISC simply assume he'd know?

"Why are you in here?" Tino asked cooly.

"Simply to check your progress is all. Now if you would please roll up your shirt, that would be helpful." the doctor said as she pulled on a pair of gloves.

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Later, Tino laid in bed, trying to fall asleep. Which is hard, after being reminded of his last child. Frustrated, he rolled onto his back and looked up at the dark ceiling, imagining he was looking at the stars. It had been so long since he'd actually seen the night sky, or the sky during the day.

'Jakke, how are you doing? Are you still alive? Mama is sorry that he couldn't help you. He's sorry that your daddy hit you. And that you got taken away. Will you ever forgive me?' he asked to the child he knew wasn't ever going to hear him. Though he knew it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened.

A kick was suddenly given from his unborn baby, whom had been calm for the past couple of hours. Tino laid a hand over the spot like usual.

"I know, feeling bad about something in the past isn't healthy. But how else am I supposed to feel?" he asked. Almost like a response, a kick was delivered.

Tino stayed still, saying nothing for a few minutes. How else should he feel? Certainly not happy, but not sad or angry either. Tino sighed, he wished Berwald was with him. The Swede would no doubt offer some form of help.

"What would he say? Most likely that I shouldn't dwell on the past..." the Finn said, trailing off into thought. If he shouldn't think about the past, then what about the present? The future?

"Yes, that's what I 'ought to do. Look ahead, look to the future. Am I right?" Tino asked, sitting up a bit. His baby kicked two times, seemingly in agreement.

A determined look came upon the Finn's face, "Then that's what I'll do! But you have to help Mama, okay?"

No kick came in answer. Tino smiled, figuring that his baby had gone to sleep for the night. He laid back down, deciding that he should, too.

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A/N: This chapter revealed a couple things. Tino's first baby is named Jakke. He's probably still alive, but will most likely be a bit weak all his life. This story is not going to really introduce him. Another thing, Tino's last partner was Ivan! I'm not exactly sure why I decided that...

Anyway, the escape is coming up withing the next few chapters. However, it won't end there, I assure you.

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