A/N: Who ships 2p! Spamano?! I know I do~ so here we go. Some nice Flavio x Andres time~

Chapter 8: I Can Tell By Your Eyes

In what seemed like no time flat, there was a nice strong knock at the door. Flavio tried to contain his excitement when he opened the door, being sure to let a couple tears slip so he wouldn't be in too much trouble bothering the Spaniard. Andres stood there in a beaten up flannel shirt that had been accidentally bleached here and there and a pair of expensive jeans that bear rips at the knees and showed just how muscular he was. He held a lazy posture but still obviously bore his axe. This was a lively sight to Flavio, who held a blank and tear stained expression for his lover, who then bit his lip under the Italians gaze.

"….where is he…?" Andres narrowed his eyes to look past Flavio who moved aside. "….he left already…him and Luci…" Flavio said in a sluggish tone, which was why when he shut the door, he heard a clatter and felt himself be pinned against the wall behind him. Again, out of the norm, he was unphased. Usually he giggled happily or exclaimed "Andreeeee" but this time, he just met the mans cold gaze. Even Andres wasn't used to seeing Flavio without his signature sunglasses, so when he looked into the pink eyes, he had to admit the chill that ran down his spine. It wasn't fear, more… Erotic.

"…Que pasa..?"

"Nada…."

"Toro Mierda, Flavio…I'm not stupid."

"….then you'd take your hands off of me. I'm sick…"

Andres let his eyes flash and his frown deepened. He kissed his lover forcefully and got the enthusiasm back as always. That's when he realized he had walked into a trap per say, and found Flavio biting down hard on his tongue. He immediately tasted blood in their conjoined mouths but he loved it that much more. Blood reminded him of battle, and battle was the only place outside of his and Flavio's special place that he felt truly alive. He deepened the lip lock until he finally invoked a very rare moan from the blond. He pulled back and let him catch his breath. "….so it's true…I can smell it..." Andres uttered and smirked slightly. Flavio fluffed at his hair. "Someone is feisty as usual. Did you miss me, dear?" he asked teasingly

Andres didn't answer "….your counterpart. That little tart is pregnant, si?" Flavio looked at him funny "I heard that's what's going on, but I don't see that bitch much." He got away from Andres and started for the kitchen. "Why does it matter Jeffe?" Andres hid his grin at the nickname "…hmm…you should thank him"

Flavio shook his head "Gin and juice, or just Gin?" he asked without looking back, surveying the overfilled liquor cabinet. "….Scotch on the rocks…amor" Andres made himself comfortable and made it terribly evident that he was watching his lovers ass while the blond fished around for a lime in the bottom portion of the refrigerator. "….what have you been doing…its lonely without your annoying ass back at the house.." Andres made sure to do a weak cat call when Flavio dropped the lime on accident and was forced to pick it up directly in front of the Spaniard. Probably due to the fact of Andres made sure the Italian bumped his elbow on the counter so he would have a good peek at what he'd missed.

Flavio huffed slightly and started putting ice in the glass. "I told you…Luci and I have a few things we need to take care of~" in truth, he was there because of Lutz and his 'big stupido white power' decision. Though his brother was not weak, no one should have to go through a heart ache like this alone. Therefore, he took hold of the situation and made sure to be there for his fratello. This was against Andres's consent really, but this gave the Spanish man time to miss him. That was magic to one's affection.

"Why did you need to know if Lovino was knocked up?" he asked as he slid the glass to Andres. In this instant, the Spaniard took the Italians pale wrist and kissed his hand, taking a audible whiff of his exposed skin. Flavio shivered. It must have been his lucky day. His lover seemed to be needy. "….I can smell it….you smell…..divine..."

Flavio stuttered and even blushed, which was very rare. "…smell?" Flavio slightly sniffed his collar with his free hand, while his other was still being kissed up and down, even licked. "…A-And-dres…" he said fondly, not one to get flustered. "hmmmm?" He glanced up slightly. "…..I will never have a baby…" Flavio said coldly, finally letting slip what he had feared as soon as he started feeling some symptoms of Lovinos pregnancy. He never wanted his own baby because he was afraid to pass on bad genes like his eyes with their….problems, or Andres obvious genius in knowledge and skills but lack of people skills and hidden social anxiety.

Andres slowly traced his gaze up his Italians arm and into the glowing pools of pink. He stopped mid lick and pursed his lips in a slight (read; very slight, almost nonexistence) pout. "….no se…I may not be able to keep my inner animal from pouncing your sexy flesh and letting evolution run its course…to fill you to the brim with my seed…why all of sudden when you are allowed to reproduce, with such a sweet heavenly smell that's all natural and of you, all I dream of, do you push me away…?" he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, adding pressure to his snake like gaze. Flavio looked down at him and trembled ever so slightly, knowing that if it showed that he was turned on, he too would have to carry a baby.

He swallowed what felt like cotton in his mouth and listened to his voice crack when he spoke. "Y-you would…wouldn't want me…especially like that…plus, you seem to forget.." Flavio had leaned over the counter and took his lovers hand that held his own, pressing the hand against his own cheek and barely whispering."…children seem to hate me…" Slowly weak tears stung his eyes and his vision of the Spaniard blurred considerably. Andres hated seeing him cry. It made him uncomfortable, such emotions running amuck in his presence. Plus he cared for Flavio, and that was saying something. Just as Lovino was there for Antonio, Flavio was always there for Andres. That's much more than the Spanish nation could say for anyone else.

He didn't exactly want a baby, but no matter how disgusted it made him feel, he very much wanted to have more ties to the Italian than just their half organized love. They both were like radioactive elements, unstable and slowly deteriorating, as was their nature. In short, he feared losing the only person that he would dare to open up to. A baby was an anchor. Not only that, but who knew when the Italian would be fertile again. It was just a matter of time, and time was ticking. He wiped his lovers face gently with his thumb and sighed. "…Calm down…I was just messing with you….but. Consider this…"

He looked Flavio in the eyes. "…..el Niño…he or she would call you mama, and love you unconditionally for you single handedly bringing them into this world…they would be a pain in the ass, but one day you'd see them smile and manipulate you and you would know it was worth the stress…the pain…getting through the first few years will be the hardest…but.." he fake gagged, which made Flavio giggle. It was very mushy for the Spaniard to speak to him in such a way. "…I'd be right by your side…waiting on every desire you could think of…because….Te amo..."

Flavio looked into his eyes, still gathering up all that was said. He nodded "…I'll think about it….regardless; I'll be home soon…okay baby?" Andres reluctantly let go of Flavio and put back on his hard ass attitude "Yea, sure…" he said simply and swirled his glass. He quickly glanced up and saw Flavio was doing it again. Both the Italians would get lost in thought and just freeze. Andres sighed and flicked some scotch at the blonde "Aye….pay attention to me….muy guapo…"

******2 weeks Later!*******

Ludwig looked at the clock. It was nearly 7pm and he still sat at his office desk working. His back ached and he sighed when he moved and the chair squeaked. The baby hadn't been cutting him any slack lately. When she was awake, so was he, when she wanted food he had to eat the whole fridge it seemed. And when she was tired, you better believe Ludwig was in bed sleeping right along with her. In his belly lies a very scheduled baby already. 7:30 was the latest he'd been able to stay awake. From there she woke him about 9 times rolling around, making him have to pee. Right now it was bed time, and he got up from his chair slowly only to feel a ripping pain through his stomach and back. He froze. He stood there for a second and it happened again. Ludwig quickly sat back down and phoned Feli who picked up on the third ring.

"Feliciano…I think she may be here early…"