Chickening out again... Sorry guys...
Chapter 26: Keep breathing...
18 Weeks remaining...
I feel so fucking fat right now I'm not even joking. I have this big fucking round thing sticking out for the whole world to see, and they saw it too.
They noticed, big time.
No one said anything though. They completely ignored me on every occasion. Austria simply nodded, sighing heavily and fixed his stupid glasses before dragging the crazy nose-bleeding bitch that is known as Hungary away. Prussia kinda glared from me to Spain, pulling Canada close, before continuing his conversation with France. I could even see the Potato bastard on the phone, probably talking to Feliciano.
Russia was torturing the Baltic weirdos. Belarus was stalking him. China and Japan seemed to be in some deep conversation about some little thing Japan was holding.
Everyone was accounted for...
Except...
America and Britain...
Knowing them they were off fucking in a closet somewhere outside of the meeting room. No! Bad Lovino, you will not think about shit like that because it's disgusting. Even if it is true that's even scarier than thinking about my little brother and the Potato Bastard. Ew...
Either way this meeting was going to be long and boring. Maybe I can slip out and blame it on Dantè... Seems like a good enough exc-
"Excuse me Romano." A british accented voice said behind me, in sync with the hand that was set on my shoulder. I glanced over at the owner, maybe scowling a little bit.
"Yes?" I looked for Antonio who was over talking to his friends again. They were all smiling and laughing again so things must be back to normal in the trio. Canada sent me a help me look before walking away.
"I wanted to speak with you." Britain said. I finally got a good look at him. Looks like I'm not alone in this room. Because British Bastard was just as round in the stomach as my brother.
"Eat too many hamburgers?" I asked jokingly.
"You can never eat too many!" America shouted, from a few centimeters from Britain. He was laughing and honestly I don't have the patience for any of this shit today. I walked away. I don't care what Britain has to say, I needed to go somewhere else and sit down.
Antonio joined me a few minutes later and grabbed my hand as the meeting started.
The meeting didn't last long at all. Just the basic shit we always go over. After the usual arguments, the interuptions and only half of the countries the Potato bastard called for a short break. I usually just sit around during breaks. But right now, I really have to pee.
I stood up, letting Antonio know where I was going before leaving the room to do my business. I was only gone for maybe five minutes. When I returned I saw Britain had already tracked down Antonio and was somewhat upsetting him. I know Antonio better than anyone else and that face said upset.
Making my way over there, I saw America glance in my direction. It was then that I began to hear the conversation.
"And everything is okay?" Britain asked, sounding more concerned than he should be.
"Of course." Antonio said with a nod. "Lovi seems to have adjusted enough and has his own system worked out. He isn't getting sick anymore and everything is normal as it could be. In fact, we have the stuff to start decorating Dantè's room when we get home."
Antonio's eyes met mine. Once I was standing next to him he took my hand and squeezed it gently. I smiled softly,thinking about being home again and away from all of these assholes.
"Aren't you worried at all?" Britain asked us both.
"Why should we be?" I answered with a question of my own.
The four of us were silent and America looked at the ground. It was kind of unusual to see him so quiet and I was beginning to get slightly nervous about that.
"Well..." America began, looking at me now. "Haven't you thought about it? What if... what if it's mortal?"
"W-what?" I asked, my throat was suddenly dry, and something besides Dantè shifted inside of me and I thought I was about to throw up.
"Alfred we don't know that yet." Britain mumbled, with an expression pretty close to the one I imagined wa son my face at the moment.
"Well what if it is, Artie? What if our little girl is nothing but a cruel joke to make us fall in love with something and then die? What if one day we'll have to bury her just like any other human that has ever worked with us?" America rambled on.
Britain raised his hand as if to slap him then lowered it. With a short glare and a very angry sigh, he turned and stomped away. I could see him wipe his tears in the process.
"Arthur!" America called, running after him.
It was like all of the breath had been knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe, the room was slightly blurry, but I felt Antonio holding me up. He was holding me to reality. I had never really considered what would happen once the baby was born. My mind just let me assume that he would be like us, but now that they mentioned it the very thought of watching him grow up and then die like any other human was sickening on it's own.
"Lovi?" I heard Antonio say.
"E-excuse me." I mumbled, using Antonio to find a away back to my chair and sit down. The Mood-ruining-hamburger-and-scone-eating duo looked at me and eyebrows opened his mouth to say something when the Potato Bastard called the meeting to start back up.
I AM SOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY UPDATES ARE SO FAR APART LATELY. MY COMPUTER CREASHED AND DELETED EVERYTHING AND I JUST NOW GOT IT WORKING AGAIN. SO UPDATES WILL SLOW DOWN TO WHENEVER I CAN ACTUALLY TYPE IT UP.