A/N: Well my writers block is gone. Not that ANYONE GAVE A SHIT! Kekekeke, anyway, so here's another chapter of my um….creation. like Frankenstein~.

Chapter 7: But I Really Believe.

Felicaino came closer, holding his big smile. "What's going on~?" he asked sweetly, surveying the sight before him. Lovino then realized that Toni still had his hands on the bump and shoved him away. "N-nothing…." He looked away, blushing madly. Antonio sighed sadly and scooted up on the bed to at least sit by his lover. Feli've'd' all the way to Lovinos side of the bed and stood close. "….i wanna feel fratello..."

Lovino scoffed and crossed his arms, over his bump because the usual wouldn't fit. "…whatever. Just be…gentle." Feliciano giggled "of course fratello~" he lightly sat at the edge of the bed and got up close. Lovino felt his face heat up and he kept his gaze away. Feli placed both hands on either side of lovis tummy and spoke softly. "…ciao bambino~ io Sono zio~" Feli smiled as he received a small kick and noted that even with just his hands, he could feel his brothers heart rate speed up. Feli looked up and saw Antonio, sneaky as he was, kissing at Lovinos neck to calm him while the elder Italian kept his gaze in the opposing direction, not daring to find out if Feli had caught his husband or not, Feli met Toni's eyes for a brief second and the Spaniard sent him a slight and playful wink.

He was keeping Lovino at bay so Feli could have more time with the baby. Feli grinned back and cooed to the bump, softly running his thumbs over the taunt skin. Lovino shivered and covered his mouth. Toni pulled away slowly, knowing he had hit a spot and had to use every ounce of his will not to smile or show triumph of once again finding another way to please his lover. Lovino blushed deeply, having almost let out a moan in front of his little brother. He took a deep breath and looked down. Feli was smiling slightly and pulled away. "They will be perfect…Just like their mama~"

Toni bit his lip, waiting for the wrath of his fiery lover to consume the northern Italian, but it must have been a fucking great day! Lovino just blushed shyly and pursed his lips in thought. "….i would hope they're more like his papa. Then they may stand a chance." He chuckled and pat his brothers head. Toni let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and smiled brightly once again.

"I'll most likely be leaving tomorrow…I think it's safe to say I need to get back…" Lovino nodded and sighed. He picked up an olive from the plate beside him and motioned for Toni to come closer. When the Spaniard did, he shoved the olive in his mouth and made him chew. Toni obliged but hated olives... not the regular ones, but this one is covered in peanut butter and jalapeño juices. Lovino smiled. "That's for being naughty, mio amore~" he giggled like a school girl and kissed him deeply, taking the Spaniards breath away before pulling back, to Toni's surprise. The Italian pulled back and hiccupped cutely, blushing. Feli snuck out carefully and went back downstairs. He pulled out his phone and snuck off to the garden to call Ludwig.

Lovino had the hiccups but they still planned out the wedding. It was going to be very small and simple. The only thing, it was to be after the pregnancy. Lovino sighed and rubbed his tummy. Toni smiled. "…well…do you want dinner?" Lovino looked up and nodded. "I don't know why I'm so hungry…" Toni smiled and pat his tummy. "Three mi Querido, you're eating for three and that requires a lot of nutrients~" he got up and walked around, offering Lovino a hand to help him up. Lovino took it and got up, carefully pulling Toni into a hug. "….I want to dance…" he whispered into Toni's ear, tickling the skin with the hot breath and making him relax and shiver. Toni hadn't realized he closed his eyes until he opened them to see Lovino smiling sweetly. Toni felt his heart go nuts and he feared it bursting from his chest. He blinked and started to slowly sway Lovino, who matched his rhythm immediately. Had he not been pregnant, Lovino could get in this mood and out dance the Spaniard. He could twirl endlessly displaying a jaw dropping silhouette and go on to move his slender body to put off an illusion and rhythm of such beauty and grace that it would stay in one's mind for ten lifetimes. Sadly, no one but Toni had witnessed this. But that also made the Spaniard cherish every moment that much more, mesmerizing every movement and promising to hold it dear for all of eternity.

They had to be careful for now. So that's what they did. Small ball room dancing and Toni ever so gently twirled his lover from time to time, even dipping him mildly into his arms to kiss him and whisper sweet nothings. Music played in their world while in reality, everything lay dormant in silence. They both silently pleaded for this to never end.

Luciano cussed under his breath and threw aside the stack of papers he had worked on all damn day. No more. He got up from the desk and drug his half empty wine bottle (his sixth that day) with him as he stumbled to the living room. Flavio sat on the couch with his knees drawn up to his chest and he chewed at his lip trying not to cry. Luciano walked around to plop down beside him. "….what the fuck is your problem *hic*" he asked and took another swig of wine.

"….Don't ever fall in love…" Luciano looked over to him, noting that he had been crying recently, as the trails still riddled his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes and sighed "That does not answer m-"

Flavio cut him short by shushing him. Luci was taken aback for a second and did in fact, shush. He finally got the clouds in his head to clear and followed his brothers' gaze. The blonde was engrossed in a damn Spanish soap opera and one of the men probably looked like Andres to him. He sniffled and dabbed at the corners of his eyes with a small handkerchief. This happened a bit, but each time, Luci was astounded at how fast Flavio could crumble. Flavio loved Andres with all of his heart and soul, and openly spewed it towards the Spaniard in private and public. Andres always just shrugged him off and paid him no mind, having been a sociopath most of his life, he knew not how to take such affection and simply just ignored it. They have sex from time to time and after, if he did well, Flavio can talk him into cuddling. There was love there, but neither knew how to take the other, so it ended up just being an awkward romance they had caught themselves up in, both secretly yearning for more but not yet being able to achieve it.

Flavio bit his lip harder and didn't look over, but Luci knew he was being addressed. It was an understood "you".

"…should I …call..h-him..?" the question lingered in the air for a few minutes until Luciano nodded and sighed. "call him and tell him to come over… tell him Oliver is here and to bring his axe…" Luci smiled, knowing that the inside joke would encourage his brother to get ahold of the Spaniard and see him come in a hurry as he always did when they claimed that Oliver was present nearby.

Flavio leaked a grin and sniffled, nodding and silently cheering. When he dialed the number, the Spaniard picked up immediately. "…que pasa Flava..?" his voice was monotone as always and lacked every trace of ever being human. Flavio was able to convince him that the Englishman had come by and was in their livingrooom conducting a negotiation with Luciano. On top of that , just to add wood to the fire, he claimed softly and shyly to be scared. No matter how much of a hard ass Andres was, when it came to Flavio being scared, sad, or homicidal, he was there in an instant, trying to comfort him and usually succeeded. Andres nodded, pulling his shirt over his head.

. "Im on my way."