Okay, sooo, before I start this chapter, I would like to thank AoNoShi for helping me with the Italian accuracy! I really appreciate it, and you are amazing! Anything I didn't ask of her I did research on, so they might be a tad bit inaccurate.

Also, if you are wondering about the timeline, they are currently nearing the end of November.

Things to look out for in this chapter:

~Germany and Lovino talking

~Mentions of HRE

~Lovino and the twins have a family moment that I think you will find cute

And that is all if I don't want to give any spoilers! So please enjoy, and remember to review! I love you all, by the way.

Oh yeah, and as a side note, this is the farthest I have ever gotten on a fanfic of mine, so I think this is a cause for celebration! Seriously, the farthest I've gone is seven chapters. I love writing this, so I hope you all will continue to be supportive!

Chapter 10

"…How did you figure it out?" Lovino asked after a long moment of silence. He didn't turn around to face him.

"I remembered," Germany answered simply. "And you weren't even being very secretive about it. You are being oddly tolerant of me though. Why? You hate me. Aren't I a 'potato bastard' or something like that?" Lovino sighed and turned around to face him.

"I understand now that you only want to protect my fratellino," Lovino explained. "I was able to think now that you didn't remember and the twins were born. You have no reason to want to manipulate my brother. You love him." He wanted to add that he also did some digging and found that Germany really was the Holy Roman Empire, Veneziano's very first love, but he didn't. That was something Germany had to discover for himself.

"Yes, I do l-love him," Germany said, blushing lightly at having to admit that. "So you've given up on your hatred, Romano?" Lovino flinched, but nodded.

"Yes, and please do not call me that anymore," he requested. "I am a human, and therefore my name is no longer Romano. I'm Lovino now." Germany nodded.

"Alright," he agreed. "I won't call you Romano."

"Thank you Germany," Lovino said. "By the way, if you are planning to marry Vene, I give you my blessing. Just make sure you don't mess it up. Also, do your part in raising your kid. I'm not letting your awkwardness be a fucking excuse." Germany blushed.

"I-I have no plans on letting Italy do all the work in raising the child!" he spluttered, avoiding the topic of marriage. Lovino chuckled and smirked, turning around to continue cooking. He would be having a lot of fun in teasing these two until they got married.

"Veeee~, Germany knows about you, Lovino!" Veneziano exclaimed happily as he hugged Germany's arm. "This calls for more pasta!" Lovino had told Veneziano that Germany remembered after they were all finished with dinner, and so he was making a big deal out of it.

"Italy, Lovino, do Chiara and Dante even know about us?" Germany asked cautiously, glancing at the twins who were casually talking to each other in the other room.

"Of course," Lovino huffed. "I can't keep a thing from them. They deserved to know." Germany nodded.

"I wanna make more pasta as a celebration!" Veneziano cut in.

"Hold on, Vene, I already made a lot of pasta earlier, so I'm sure everyone is full already," Lovino told him. Veneziano pouted.

"Fine, but I still wanna celebrate," he whined. Lovino laughed and rubbed his brother's head.

"Veneziano, it's just Germany," Lovino sighed. "It's not like you learned I just got a new boyfriend."

"Do you?" Veneziano asked eagerly. Lovino gave him a pointed look that obviously meant that he didn't, and Veneziano pouted.

"Out of curiosity, Lovino, where did the children come from?" Germany asked. "Are you their biological father?"

"Yes, I am their biological father," Lovino answered, rolling his eyes. "I didn't steal them nor are they adopted, obviously."

"Who did you do… it with?" Germany asked, a bit uncomfortable with actually saying the word 'sex.' This made Veneziano laugh.

"…Spain," Lovino told him reluctantly. "He got me pregnant. That's why I became human."

"So when you were pregnant, that's why you went into hiding?"

"Yep."

"Why did you become human? Spain would have been happy to take responsibility for the children."

"Spain was drunk when it happened. It was an accident. He didn't even know. Didn't you see how he acted when I had disappeared?"

"He acted as he always did."

"Exactly. He obviously didn't care that I was missing. I couldn't take it, so I became human and erased all of nations' memories of me."

"Does anyone else remember?"

"America and Canada."

"Who?"

"The guy who beat you back in World War II and instilled fear into the hearts of your Germans."

"Oh… Are Chiara and Dante nations?"

"They were originally when they were born, but they instantly became human with me since they were only just born."

"What nations were they?"

"Chiara was Sicily and Dante was Madrid. Is that it? I'd like to go to my children now."

"That is all."

Lovino nodded to Germany and made his way into the living room where the twins were sitting, which was beside the dining room where they were talking.

"Ciao Papà!" the twins chorused at the sight of their father.

"Ciao Chiara, Dante," Lovino greeted, smiling to them. "Why don't we play a board game with your uncle Feli and Ludwig?"

"Ludwig's a new zio now?" Dante asked. Lovino nodded and the twins grinned.

"So, let's play a board game," Lovino said, clapping his hands. "I'll go grab one from the closet and you tell Feliciano and Ludwig, okay?" He leaned down to whisper in the twins' ears. "And if you want to mess with your new uncle, call him Zio Potato, alright?" He smirked and the twins nodded, giggling. The twins ran off to get their new uncles and Lovino went to the closet to find a board game.

They ended up playing a game called Tombola, which Lovino ended up winning. It was a game played around Christmas in Italy, and since it was nearing the end of November, they had decided to play it. The game is like an Italian version of bingo (According to the internet, I don't actually know).

After playing the board game, Lovino put Chiara and Dante to bed in guest room on the king sized bed. He tucked them into the bed and was about to leave when Chiara spoke up.

"Papà, can you tell us a story?" she asked.

"You haven't told us one in a long time," Dante added. Lovino nodded as he sat down beside them on the bed.

"Of course," he agreed. "This is a story of a family. One day, a woman went to her father's house with her four children, and the grandfather gave them four golden pears. He told them that he could not find another pear ripe enough, so they would have to divide the pears up between the five of them. They had no idea what to do, until the eldest daughter, Joan, came up with a solution.

"'This one pear with me and my sister makes three,' she said, holding up the pears. 'This pear with my two brothers also makes three. These two pears with my mother makes three as well. It seems that this works out just fine.'

"The children were happy with the way that worked out, but the mother, although pleased, insisted that the children all take the pears. The grandfather, pleased with what Joan had come up with, gave her a bunch of beautiful flowers as a reward for her plan and for her kindness."

"Papà, what was the point of that story?" Dante asked after letting the ending process in his mind for a while.

"Well, Dante, I think the reason for that story was to teach you a lesson," Lovino explained. "Give the best of what you can, and surely you will receive the best of what can be given back to you." Dante and Chiara nodded.

"Papà, I'm still not tired," Chiara said. "Can we have a lullaby?"

"Hmm, alright," Lovino said. "I might not have the best voice though." He began to sing a very old Italian lullaby from a long time ago, and when he was finished, Chiara and Dante had been lulled to sleep. Lovino smiled lovingly down at them and kissed their foreheads, whispering a goodnight to them before leaving the room and silently closing the door.

"Lovi, I haven't heard you sing since years before the twins had been born," Veneziano commented from where he had been listening by the door. Lovino jumped and glared at him.

"Don't scare me like that," he hissed quietly so as not to wake the twins. "And don't fucking call me Lovi. It's Lovino. Why were you even listening?" Veneziano shrugged. They started to walk down the stairs.

"I know I've said this before, but you act so different around the twins," Veneziano commented. "Motherhood suits you."

"I'm a fucking guy, you idiot," Lovino said. "But yeah, I guess I have changed. I don't know why, but I just know that I love them and so I guess that's why I'm going soft. It's weird, but as long as I don't get any shit for it, I'm okay with that." Veneziano nodded and smiled.

"It's really cute, Lovi!" he exclaimed and Lovino shushed him, a bit paranoid that the twins would wake up. He decided not to comment on what his brother had just said and instead followed him into the living room, where Germany was searching through a bunch of channels on the couch. Veneziano plopped himself on Germany's lap while Lovino sat on the other side of the couch. He really did not want to deal with their cutesy attitude.

They spent the night watching any interesting movies they could find, and when it was 1 AM, Chiara walked into the room. Lovino turned down the volume on the TV to listen to his daughter. He walked over to her and kneeled down to her height.

"What is it, Chi?" he asked, concerned.

"I had a nightmare," Chiara answered, hugging the small blanket she had with her tightly. "Will you come to bed with me?" Lovino nodded.

"Of course," he told her. He picked her up into his arms and looked at Veneziano and Germany.

"I'm going to go to bed with her," he announced.

"Okay, Lovino," Veneziano said. "I hope Chiara is alright." Lovino nodded and then walked to the guest room upstairs. Upon entering the room, Lovino put Chiara down and got undressed. He climbed into bed and helped her up into the bed. Dante stirred beside him.

"Papà?" Dante mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, it's Papà," Lovino whispered. "Go to sleep." Dante nodded and instantly fell back to sleep, snuggling up against his father's side. Lovino wrapped his arms around his children and helped Chiara go back to sleep again.

All in all, the day had actually been pretty enjoyable. It was one of the best days Lovino had had in a while.

The next morning, Lovino woke up to the sound of something crashing, which had effectively woken up Chiara and Dante as well.

"Papà, what was that?" Chiara asked.

"I don't know…" Lovino said. "It was probably Feliciano dropping something. I'll go check. You two stay here." Chiara and Dante nodded and Lovino got out of bed. He headed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Feli, what did you do?" Lovino called before he actually entered the kitchen, only to stop as he saw that the person there wasn't his brother. Oh no, it was someone else entirely.

"Lovi! You're here!" Spain exclaimed.

"Why are you here so early, and what did you do?" Lovino asked, getting straight to the point and deciding to look around. He spotted a large pan on the ground and sighed. Spain just laughed sheepishly.

"I wanted to surprise Feliciano by coming here and making breakfast, but I dropped the pan!" Spain explained happily. Lovino rolled his eyes and picked up the pan.

"Right, of course, as if that isn't fucking obvious," he said sarcastically. "If you'll excuse me, I have to tell the twins that everything is alright."

"Ah, those adorable children of yours are here too?" Spain asked brightly.

"Of fucking course, you idiot!" Lovino said. "I wouldn't leave them alone in a house six hours away from here for an entire day!"

"Oh you have a point," Spain laughed. Lovino rolled his eyes and didn't bother to reply before headed back upstairs.

"Chiara, Dante, everything's fine," he told the twins, who were sitting impatiently on the bed. "You remember Antonio?" Chiara and Dante nodded. "Yeah, he was making something for Feli and dropped the fucking pan. So you two can come downstairs." Chiara and Dante grinned and jumped off the bed. They grabbed onto their father's hands and dragged him back down the stairs.

"Let's go Papà!" they cheered. "We want to say hi!" Lovino laughed and didn't start a fuss over being dragged by them. As soon as the twins saw Spain, they tackled him in a hug.

"Hello Zio Toni!" the twins greeted happily. Spain laughed and hugged them back.

"Hello Dante, hello Chiara," he said with an equal amount of happiness.

Lovino watched the twins talk rapidly to Spain from his place in the doorway. He felt a pang in his chest, and his knew it was because they should have been calling him Dad or Padrè or something like that, not Zio. But they didn't know, and Spain didn't know, and he probably never would. Lovino knew that he would grow old now that he was human, so eventually Spain would have to cut off more contact with him and the twins. That would mean the twins would never know of their other father and Spain would never know of his twin children.

With these thoughts in mind, Lovino turned away from Spain and the twins in order to hide the tears threatening to spill over. Seeing them together made him feel like they were a family, as if Lovino was still 'Romano South Italy' and he had told Spain about the twins and he helped raise them. It was like they were living in 'Romano's old home in Rome and Spain would be playing with the kids while 'Romano' watched from the sidelines.

It hurt, it really did, and Lovino calmly, but quickly, made his way to the bathroom in order to let a few tears fall. After calming himself, he splashed water on his face and made sure he looked normal before he went back to the kitchen where the children were watching Spain cook.

"Ah, there you are Papà!" Dante chirped upon seeing his father.

"Papà, where did you go?" Chiara asked.

"I just needed to do something," Lovino told them, kissing the tops of their heads. Chiara squirmed at the display of affection, which made Lovino chuckle. He didn't want to tell them what really happened. They would surely be worried, and he wouldn't be able to handle that.

Lovino listened to the children talk about something and he tried not to pay attention to the fact that he was painfully aware of Spain listening in on the conversation.

When Veneziano saw Spain, he tackled him in a hug of course and thanked him for making breakfast. Then they all sat down and ate, while Lovino ignored Spain the best he could without seeming suspicious. ("Although this is not as good as Lovi's cooking, it is still pretty good," he commented after taking a bite of the food.

"Really? Haha, I'll have to try your cooking one day!" Spain had laughed.

"No way," Lovino instantly rejected. "And don't call me Lovi. Both of you.")

Lovino was about to leave with the children when Spain stopped him just before he walked out of the house.

"Wait!" Spain said, grabbing onto his wrist. Lovino turned to look at him with a confused look.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asked. "I have to go home. I have work." And I want to leave before the other nations get here.

"Can I have your number?" Spain blurted out.

"What?"

"Your… your number, can I have it?" Spain repeated, blushing slightly as if he hadn't meant to ask so quickly. Lovino glanced behind Spain to see Veneziano nodding quickly, and even Germany had an urging look in his eyes.

(The night before, Germany had a talk with Lovino about how he should tell Spain, but Lovino continued to say no. He didn't want to tell him. Germany kept insisting, saying that Spain at least deserved to know. This is the reason why Germany wanted Lovino to give Spain his number)

Seeing as how Veneziano and Germany were making him tell Spain, Lovino had to nod.

"Alright," he sighed. "I'll give you my fucking number. Give me your phone." He held out his hand and Spain happily handed it over. Lovino entered his number into Spain's contact list (it seemed that when he made everyone forget, his contact number had mysteriously disappeared. It probably had something to do with the magic surrounding the Nation-Human Contract) and then gave it back to him. "There. Now you have my number."

"Yay, thank you Lovi!" Spain exclaimed happily, giving him a big hug that had him gasping for air.

"Don't fucking call me that you bastard!" Lovino yelled with a red face after he was let go. "I'm leaving! The children are waiting for me in the car! Good bye!" With that, he stormed off to the car, leaving Spain with a goofy smile on his face.