A/N: So, this chapter will be with 2p Spamano and well…hopefully a lemon, but because these chapters are no longer pre meditated, I can't say for sure. I welcome the new followers and wish you luck in trying to make sense of this whimsical mess~ onwards

Chapter13: I'm only telling you this

Translations:

Spanish: MIERDA- SHIT

Flavio cussed uncharacteristically and panted, retreating to his side. Andres flopped down beside him to catch his breath. "….Mierda..." the Spaniard muttered, brushing sweat off of his forehead. "…again." Flavio said, breathlessly. Andres looked over at him as if he were nuts.

"…..that makes 6…" he said, monotone voice ragged. Also unlike him, Flavio huffed "…this was your damn idea." Yes, he was sassy at times, well often, but it was playful. This was different. Andres grimaced and sat up "…what's your problem….?" He was gruff as always. Flavio was faced away from him, panting still. "…this is our only chance…" he said softly.

Andres sighed and wrapped his arms lazily around his lover's waist and pulled him close, a rare occurrence but it comforted Flavio at the moment. "…don't be down…I believe if it was meant to be, it would happen…" Andres let a low chuckle surface. "…after all that, you aren't going to make it back to your brothers. Guess you're stuck with me amor…" he was smirking and being clingy.

Flavio giggled "Sex must be great for you, you're non robot" he said with an earnest smile, happy to feel his lovers cold exterior slightly melted, even if it was just temporary. They snuggled and basked in the warmth of their body heats combined. They had been at it since that night Andres came to Italy. He had went back to his house late that night only to go to sleep and wake early that morning to Flavio in a lingerie, posed seductively beside him

Andres couldn't resist. The Italian smelled like the sweetest flower and enticed his senses to the peak, turning him on with just a wink and that manipulative grin. They had done it a total of 19 times in 6 days and tonight was supposed to be Flavio's return to Italy. Seeing as he could barely lay on his back, much less walk, he wasn't going to be returning anywhere. So they laid there in the silent dark which they so loved, just enjoying one another's presence.

Felicaino looked up from his food to see Ludwig wiping a tear away. The German had been very emotional as of late and this was normal, but it made Feli sad. He put down his snack and stood, walking to the side of the bed and placing a kind hand on his lover's back. "…I want to see him too… but, he needs to be healthy to be a happy baby…" Feli said softly and smiled

Ludwig nodded and sniffled. He sighed and willed away his sadness. He looked up at Feli and smiled slightly, making sure to force nothing, but show his honest happiness. Feli looked at him and before he knew it, their lips were locked, the kiss initiated by his own actions. He deepened the kiss before pulling away sloppily and panting. Ludwig was still shocked and detached the saliva trail that still linked their mouths.

He looked up into blue eyes of the German and he didn't look away. He wasn't in the least bit embarrassed by his rash actions and made sure to keep his eyes focused on Ludwig while he allowed his body to proceed with sliding into the bed and putting a knee on each side of the German.

Feliciano straddled him, not really concerned with his lover's incisions. He needed to feel close to him again, to break through that void of emotions and pleasure that his Ludwig had built after years of military work. Ludwig barely flinched, not at all minding the pain, and immediately started to undress the Italians lower half. He was suddenly squirmy and needy, not having had sex in quite some time. They were never much for kissing and touching until after sex

Right now, their main objective was to fuck and not get caught by nurses, staff, or that of the like. "…you're going to have to be very quiet baby…" Feli said softly, borderline apologetically before whipping his belt out of the loops of his pants. He quickly pulled it to and doubled it in his grip, then extending it out to Ludwig.

The German didn't have to be told twice. He bit down, allowing Feli too carefully but tightly around his head so it would act as a gag and stay. The Italian wriggled down and took off his lover's boxers, taking off his own pants and boxers carefully as well. He slightly lifted his loves hospital gown and leaned down, blowing hot air on the half erect cock, making Ludwig squirm like a bitch in heat and pant, making barely audible whines and whimpers. Feli loved it

His restlessness increased and he went as far as to growl in pleasure, making the German aware that this was going to be rough, and him mentally prepared himself. Feli started to lift Ludwig's legs and bend them at the knees, spreading his legs. He held his three fingers into his mouth. He coated them the best he could and pulling them back out, starting for his entrance. He let his finger tease around and circle the hole, making Ludwig cuss and squirm more, but he finally inserted one digit and almost immediately another.

He never was good with patience. After he felt Ludwig was prepared, he thrust his fingers in and out a few times before replacing them with his own throbbing member. He thrust in deep, pulling almost all the way out before ramming back in again, grunting and groaning. Ludwig developed a death grip on the sheets and bit the belt. Feli held onto the Germans leg for more leverage and kept ramming in and speeding up, drawing inhumane noises from his throat.

After a few minutes Ludwig released on their torsos and with his cumming his inner walls tightened, pushing Feliciano over the edge and he filled the German with his hot seed. He pulled out and went to the restroom to clean up, taking his belt from his lover's mouth. Ludwig lay on his side panting and pulled the covers over himself. After a moment, Feli crawled back into bed with him and snuggled before noticing Ludwig was fast asleep.

He giggled "Wore you out~?" he giggled again and grabbed his snack, sitting up to eat it and day dream about what his son was going to be like.

"No." Lovino looked at Antonio, who sighed in frustration for once. "But it looks nice and only I will see you Querido~ por favor, don't make this hard." He pouted slightly and held the dress up to Lovino, who glared at it to the point where Toni was certain he would break physics and incinerate the dress on the spot. The Spaniard pulled it back in fear of Lovinos twitching eye. "….you heard me asshole…" the Italian stated in a low menacing tone before placing both hands over his swollen tummy in a protective manner.

"I wouldn't be caught dead in a fucking dress ever again, not even for my children… who seem to hate me." Antonio quirked a brow, not sure he heard right. Lovino fisted his oversized shirt, clenching and unclenching his hands to wring it up. The kicks where now practically constant and rough, keeping him awake some nights. He even had a couple bruises. His bladder was his enemy and his eating had still been suppressed, making Antonio afraid to hound him about it.

He feared that if he bugged Lovino about it too much, his moody wife would get pissed and stops eating all together. It was a very difficult situation. He sighed once again and set the dress aside, making his way over to Lovino and sitting next to him, scooting back on the bed and pulling the Italian into his lap. "…they just can't wait to see us quierdo~ that's all…" he said softly, starting to rub small circles on the bump, evoking kicks from the twins and hiccups from Lovino.

A sharp kick caught Toni's attention and he glanced at his Italians face, noting how pale he was. "…They're probably hungry amor..." Lovino nodded but made no sign of moving. Antonio bit his lip "I can make paella~" he said happily, hoping to peek the Italians interest with his favorite dish.

"…that sounds nice amore…" Toni smiled and nodded enthusiastically. He was able to pick Lovino up easily, the only trick being to watch his belly. "You're very light…" Toni said sadly, going down the stairs. Since when did his lover stop loving food. For the first couple months, it was like Lovino couldn't get enough, and now… he didn't get enough but he wasn't willing to eat most of the time. It was very nerve racking for Antonio, who worried of his lover's safety along with that of their children.

He looked down to see Lovino looking at him with concern. "…You stopped walking, I asked if you were alright…" Toni looked around, processing what Lovi had said before laughing nervously and shaking it off. He sat Lovino at the counter and poured him a glass of fresh orange juice. He started cooking and singing, making Lovino shake his head and hide his smile.

Antonio served him and sat with his own plate. Lovino began eating, finishing in minutes and Antonio gladly got him more.