It had been three days. Antonio had many visitors come to meet the new nations, but only two were allowed to see his Lovi. Feliciano was one of the two even allowed back, but even at that the Spaniard was bitter towards him, not even giving him more than a glance when he walked in.

"A..Antonio, I would never hurt him on purpo-" Antonio simply raised a hand at him, being very out of character. "...Now is not about you. Por que no te callas..."

Feliciano was slightly taken aback by being told to shut up, but he could understand. Lovino was in a coma and there was nothing he or anyone could say or do to even remotely help. Upon the news that Lovino was going to be out for an unknown amount of time, there were also concerns with memory loss or brain damage in general.

In fact, it would be considered a miracle if he woke up at all. With all this laying heavy on his heart, Antonio still had the babies to care for none the less. The nurses helped him learn diaper changes and making bottles, but he couldn't help but think it was wrong. That was a mamas job to show him what to do, not some medical personnel that had a job and did this with too many children to count.

As the twins napped, Antonio sat beside Lovnios hospital bed. He looked so peaceful when he slept... Antonio heard the monitors soft beep and the oxygen mask swish about, mesmerizing him into a trance, along with the internal prayers for his lover to wake up, to see his hazel eyes, to watch his facial expressions as when he saw the babies for the first time...

The thought of maybe never getting to see these things among the many other things Lovino did that the Spaniard loved was devastating.

Silence stayed with the two, with all the noise excluding their breathing seemed much farther away...

Antonio hummed a soft tune to the twins when they got fussy that night, still sitting by Lovinos bed. The song he hummed was one he and Lovino could both play on the piano and other instruments, so he thought it would be perfect to have his children acquainted with the melody.

Halfway through the song, he noticed he was crying. A lump grew in his throat before he heard the door creak slightly. In walked Emma, the Belgian woman carried two bags and a vase of tulips.

Cautiously making her way to the bedside table, she sat down the flowers and offered a small smile to Lovinos body. "...Hello Antonio, I'm sorry it took me forever... there was a bad storm over the country for a couple days and I just now got to come. These are from Lars, he wanted to come but one of us had to stay behind...He demands pictures..."

She chuckled softly, trying to make the best of a bad situation, and Antonio could respect that, painting on a fake smile as well. "Of course. Por favor, sit." he stood with both of the babies and she shook her head.

"I've been sitting long enough, sit back down papa bear, you wouldn't want to exhaust yourself more~"

He sighed and sat back down, the twins sleeping now. Emma looked back at Lovino, noting how odd it was to not see him move. He looked doll-like, and she was uncomfortable. She couldn't begin to imagine how odd it was for Toni.

"...This is all my fault...He told me he hurt...he told me he was scared...He knew this was going to happen, and yet he knew also that he wanted a family with me..." Antonios voice was hoarse and strained, cracking into nothing here and there. His pain was more than evident as he looked up at Belgium, so plagued by his own thoughts that he was tearing himself apart.

She shook her head "No...no you can't blame yourself. No one is at fault, and this is just temporary... He'll wake up before you know it and you'll feel silly having worried so much." she gave him a reassuring smile. "Now...If you don't mind, I'd like to see my grand babies now~"

He nodded softly and let her take them from him. The movement didn't even stir either twin, and that just showed how much they were like their parents. Antonio stood and moved closer to his lover, gently brushing his cold, porcelain like cheek with soft finger tips.

He prayed that the Lord would end this nightmare.

*2 weeks later*

It was a sad routine they had established. Instead of Feliciano showing up, he would call to question Lovinos condition. Emma would come with food and stay until late, asking Antonio if he wanted her to babysit. He would politely decline and state that when Lovnio woke, he would want his babies.

She would try to insist but he was persistent as well and she would end up just sighing and going to her hotel to crash. Antonio sang to the children when they weren't sleeping and would rock them when they were. Above all else, he kept a watchful eye on Lovino.

"And I asked your mama what hurt, and that's when he said that you both were on your way." Antonio recited this to the kids, but he mostly just wanted to hold onto what could be his last time with Lovino.

He heard a small beep from the monitor that he hadn't before. Looking up from the twins, his heart froze. "O-oh...H-hola...mi amor..."

Lovinos eyes where out of focus from being out for so long, but he was surly able to identify who was speaking. "...H...Hola...Yourself..." he coughed weakly,