Spain remembered many things in his long life and he remembered them with a hue of feelings. He remembered the pain as he said goodbye to Romano countless times, remembered the pain in those light green eyes and he remembered the joy he saw sparling in them when he came waltzing bac into the house after a particularly long time. He remembered how relaxed and at ease he felt when it came to raising Romano in the proper way, how he had enjoyed teaching the little Italian and how he had enjoyed those long summer days with the Italian tucked close to his side as they chatted to one another. He still remembered the day he discovered he was in love with the Italian, how he had acted so flustered around the pouty Italian who had been fed up with the way that Spain had been acting. It made him smile to remember those days but what made him smile the greatest he ever had was the memories of the night Romano had given birth to their son. Oh, it had been storming something fierce with the thunder booming richly and lightening flashing like that of a polaroid camera as Spain rushed the Italian to the hospital where they were admitted rather quickly with Romano's private doctor all too ready to assist the pair. He remembered how Romano had writhed for hours as they waited for him to dilate to a satisfactory point for the doctor and he remembered the curses that Romano had laid on Spain. How clearly he remembered how Romano had screamed and screamed, tears running down his cheeks as he delivered their son and when it was all over they were left with a baby with wide green eyes that stared at them as though he were as awed by the sight of his parents as said parents were awed at the sight of him.

Would it be the same for him? Spain had no clue but as he sat in the living room he looed down at his large belly, stroking his palm against the curve of his belly and feeling the wild flutterings from the baby's movements and he smiled widely at the activeness of his baby. Five months in and the baby was already moving restlessly as if nine months was too long to remain in his father and Spain had to admit that he was excited for the next four months to fly by for he wanted nothing more than to see his baby. To see if his baby resembled himself or if the baby would resemble Romano. It made him smile as he stroked his bump where the baby continued to flutter wildly against the palm of his hand as if promising to be kicking and punching soon enough which Spain would expect no less from the child of Romano's. It was quiet in the house, far quieter tha nhe liked and even with the TV before him playing some telenovela he found that the silence of the rest of his large house was weighing on his ears rather heavily causing a light hum of noise. It was a high pitched sound that buzzed annoyingly in his ears but he found himself strangely yawning rather largely as he considered getting up and doing something. Cristiano was at school, Romano was out shopping. What was he to do? He clambered to his feet with a quiet grunt as the baby fluttered as if displeased with the movement and he began shuffling out of the living room into the hallway where he made his way to the kitchen. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen lately, something that Romano found funnier than it should have been and something Spain pouted over but was it truly his fault that the baby demanded more? That one plate of pasta was not enough to satisfy his hunger?

Romano naturally had a sweet tooth but it had been horrible when he was pregnant with Cristiano so was this hunger any different? Spain sniffed to himself then as he made his way to the fridge tugging it open peering inside. There was left over pasta sitting in a container for Spain to devour when he was hunger but today he was wanting for something different. He found himself eyeing the pizza dough that Romano had purchased for dinner and though he knew Romano would be very angry with him for making it he found his hands reaching out plucking up the pizza dough. He knew he could make a nice lunch for Romano when he got back but would he appreciate it? Possibly not. He would probably fly into a yelling episode about Spain touching thingsi n the fridge but as he found his hands grabbing the pans and him turning on his heel towards his lazy susan in order to grab sauce he found he wouldn't mind at all if Romano shouted. He could scream the walls down and still Spain would stand there smiling with his hands out stretched like it was any other afternoon. Romano had strangely been holding his tongue multiple times and seemed to be working on the amount of times he snapped at Spain which the Spaniard appreciated fiercely yet there was a strangeness behind the reasoning of Romano's. He knew that just because he was pregnant that it didn't mean that he couldn't cook for himself and Romano. Needing some more background noise the Spaniard turned the radio on listening to the music that blared out and he smiled to himself as he grabbed the rolling pin and flour plopping them on the table next to the pizza dough.

He then opened the lazy susan grabbing a jar of sauce and then reopened the fridge for the cheese and plucked a bell pepper from the fridge with a satisfied smile as he plopped his ingredients down on the table. He popped open the container of dough, sprinkled the flour on the pan then began rolling out the dough while humming underneath his breath in time to the song playing on the radio and he knew any moment Romano would be bursting into the house just lie he always did to make sure that Spain was still alright. This was due to their last ultrasound appointment. Apparently, due to Spain's older age, there was a chance of premature birth which had both Spain and Romano on an edge they hadn't been aware of and so Spain too extra precautions to stay off of his feet while Romano ran after Cristiano and took care of the house. He wanted to help more, wanted to help his husband with the daily meals but he was used to the snappish attitude that Romano would throw his way when ordering him to stay off of his feet. Spain hadn't been aware of how much he missed cooing as he rolled the dough out evenly then popped open the cover on the sauce ad turned around pulling a spoon from the drawer and began spooning and spreading out the pizza sauce on the dough as he hummed and gave a tentative hip shae. He felt a wild fluttering from within making him laugh as he paused and stroked his belly rather adoringly as the baby within continued to flutter with those movements of theirs and he found himself smiling widely as he then turned his attention back to spooning the sauce out. It was when he was sprinkling the cheese across the pizza that the sound of the front door flying open had him freezing momentarily before he cleared his throat and shifted guiltily on his feet as the baby gave another flutter of movement. So active this baby was already!

"Welcome home, mi amor!" Spain called out as he heard the rustle of shopping bags and he aimed his gaze downwards as he finished spreading the cheese over the pizza and turned to grab a knife from the block when Romano waled into the kitchen with a tilt to his head. There was a curiosity to his light green eyes as he gazed down at the pizza then to the knife in Spain's hand and raised his brows incredulously at the Spaniard who turned the radio down then liced his lips before smiling brightly at his husband. "I got hungry and decided to make us lunch! When was the last time we have a yummy lunch of pizza?"

"The other day but goddamnit, Antonio! You know you're not supposed to be on your feet!" Romano snapped as he placed the groceries awkwardly on the table around the preparation on the other side and he then pouted at the Spaniard who smiled at the look on his husband's face and the Italian planted his hands on his hips as he scowled at the Spaniard. His head tilted to the side causing his curl to bob softly as those light green eyes burned right at Spain. "I thought that you were listening to the doctor when he said that too much activity could impact not only your health but the baby's health! Come now, don't you have a single drop of rationality? Or is it all down in that fat ass you've got?"

"You think my ass is fat?" Spain questioned quietly as he felt a strange surge of despair grip his chest, his hands dropping the cheese to fly backwards grabbing his ass and squeezing it fiercely causing his fingers to dig into his cheeks when he then widened his eyes at Romano who was squinting at him. Then the most embarrassing thing that could happen to Spain happened. Tears began welling in his eyes then quickly dripping down his cheeks as he gasped in a breath that rasped down his throat to his hungry lungs and he then began sobbing wildly as he lifted his hands from his ass to rub at his wet lashes as if he were a child no older than Cristiano. "Oh, Lovi, my ass IS fat! Is the rest of me getting fatter too? Lovi, help me! I don't want to get fat and have you leave me! What would I do without you?"

"Oi, oi! Calm down!" Romano got out nervously as he waled around the table with his hands up like he were approaching a wild animal and there was shoc in that gaze of his as he waled around the table to the wailing Spain who sobbed as if he were a child that had been a bandoned rather than a grown adult. Romano hadn't meant to slip out and say that, it was just something so normal that he'd usually say that he hadn't thought twice about what kind of impact that it would have on his husband. It was so easy to forget that Spain held a sensitivity to him now that was fragile and easy to trigger and Romano stood before the weeping Spaniard lifting his hands upwards cupping his wet face like he would for Cristiano and began murmuring soft crooning phrases in Italian. Nonsense words that made the weeping slow to silent tears slipping down his cheeks, wet emerald eyes so much like their son's had Romano's chest squeezing tightly as he continued murmuring softly in italian to the Spaniard. The tears stopped as suddenly as they came it seemed as Romano wiped at those wet lashes and swiped at his cheeks. to flic the tears off of those red cheeks.

It was quite for a moment as they began to sway together bac and forth as if uneasy with the little movement when Spain rubbed at his eyes and let out a tight breath from his chest as he looed at the Italian in his arms. "You don't think it's a bad thing that my ass is fat do you?" Spain asked rather shyly in the wake of his despair and Romano found himself smiling at the sight of the usually confident Spain being so bashful.

"It's not a bad thing, I love your fat ass, you know that! I didn't-It just came out wrong." Romano stuttered over his words as his face began to flush and he turned from the now happily smiling Spaniard to look down at the unmade pizza then to the knife on the table next to the bell pepper and he plucked up the knife up nudging Spain away from the table with his hip as he began cutting into the bell pepper with a rather satisfying crunch and Spain watched with fascination how Romano made quick work of deseeding the bell pepper then chopping it up into thin slices that he tossed onto the pizza. Spain watched silently for a moment or two as Romano worked before deciding to walk from the room towards the couch once again as he felt that wild fluttering from within him as if the baby had something to say about the despair that had gripped Spain moments ago.

When Romano ahd said that he'd become emotional he wasn't kidding. The grief that had gripped him just moments ago had been so painful, so gut wrenching at the simple comment that Spain had been surprised by the tears that had come so quickly. Romano had called his ass fat countless times in their marriage, had even called it fat in the bedroom and when they roleplayed often turned all of his attention to his ass lie it was the single most perfect thing on Spain's body. Perhaps that's how he ended up pregnant to begin with. THanks to his fat ass they were having another baby. Huh, wouldn't that be a funny thing to say to their children in the future if they asked? Spain sat down slowly, carefully as he grabbed the TV remote and began flipping throuhg the channels when he heard the beeping from Romano pressing the buttons to set the oven to the right temperature and then the grating sound of the tray sliding against the metal platform inside of the oven. The door slammed and then came the rustling of shopping bags as Spain shifted and tuced his foot beneath him and jiggled his leg lightly as he flipped through the channels, none doing the tric and holding his attention like he hoped it would. Spain reached up rubbing at his wet lashes feeling another flash of embarrassment from his reaction and for the shy way he had ased his question a few moments ago. He wasn't shy, bashful or hesitant in the slightest bit but the way the question had slipped out of him so shyly embarrassed him to his core. Especially when he recalled the bright smile that Romano had aimed his way. It was strangely like for a moment they had changed positions, taken up the roles of someone opposite of their personalities for a few moments.

Spain felt heat trickle into his cheeks when Romano walked into the room with the bag of chips that Spain had requested before the man had left to get his shopping done and he held his hands out accepting the bag with that same shyness. He felt the baby flutter wildly as if they were displeased about this bashful Spain but as he opened the bag sticking his hand in and watched out of the corner of his eye as Romano plopped down with a grunt Spain found his lips trembling lightly with words unspoken. Then, with some effort, he finally spit them out. "Do you think Cristiano will enjoy the World Academy? I heard from America that they were waiting on a few teacher positions to be filled but that they were all but ready to take the children in February."

"So soon?" Romano gasped out then jering upwards as he stared at Spain with wide eyes that flashed with their panic and Romano's hands clasped together into a tight mishmash of fingers twisting into one another. "I can't believe they're almost done! It's been close to a year, yeah, but I didn't think that it would be done so soon!" Romano then ripped his hands apart and reached out taking one of Spain's and squeezing it tightly as the Spanish Nation stared surprised at the Italian Nation. It wasn't like Romano to panic but his lips had gone white, his lashes fluttering in wild quick blinks like he was holding back tears was new. Those light green eyes shimmered as they stared at Spain who was feeling his own heart ache at the thought of missing the days where Cristiano would come running down the street to the large house with a bright smile on his face. "Are you really telling the truth? They're really going to be ready next month? We have only one more month with our son?"

"Don't think of it that way, mi amor! Our son is going to get the greatest, best education at the World Academy! This is an opportunity for our son that he doesn't realize he needs! After all how many of our people go to America for new chances? On scholarships?" He reached up with his free hand cupping the Italian's cheek, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb softly as he squeezed his hand and offered a smile to the rather devastated Nation before him. "It is an opportunity that he needs to grow up! He'll have have a roommate, he'll have a computer to video chat with us whenever possible and we'll talk to him lots on the phone! It'll be like he never left! But we can't refuse to let him go and not mingle with the newest generation of Nations. After all that's how hermits are made, remember? I know you love our son lots but sweet Lovino he has to grow up sometime. He has to learn, grow and he has to make more friends! He'll be happy you'll see! And we'll be going with him anyhow to make sure he's comfortable and happy!"

"What about his schooling now? What if he-" The phone rang in it's shrill, attention grabbing manner cutting Romano off and the Italian hopped up so quickly that the Spaniard couldn't help feeling a small stab of jealousy as the Italian ran for the ringing phone. He wished he could move that fast again but thanks to his pregnancy he was told to be mindful of his actions and one of those meant no longer running around or jumping up in the similar manner that Romano had to answer the phone. He cleared his throat then picked up the phone holding it to his ear firmly. "Hola this is- Si? Oh! Oh is he really? How high is his temperature? Has he been given anything to help? Si, si! I'll come grab him now! Si, let me run by the store and I'll be right there to pick him up!" He hung up the phone turning to the curious Spaniard. "Oh, Toni, Cris is sick! The nurse said he threw up in the middle of class and that he's running a temp! I hate to leave you here alone again but I have to go to the store and pick up a few things for Cris. Will you be alright on your own?"

"Of course I will! I was perfectly fine whe nyou left me moments ago and I'll be perfectly fine by the time you come home! Now go get our poor sick boy!" Spain ordered as Romano begna rushing across the room making Spain smile lightly as he listened to the rush of feet on the floor flying into the foyer and the sound of keys rattling as the door swung open then slammed shut behind him. Spain then leaned back against the couch as he reached down stroking the palm of his hand against his tummy affectionately as the flutters plagued his stomach once again and just lie before he felt pride that he had such an active baby. "You'll find, little one, that Papa is the boss and Mama always listens and voices his opinions about Papa. You'll love your big brother too!"

Then there was a change in the flutters. They grew heavy and with a swift strie the baby kicked. Spain gasped at the harsh hit directed at his palm making his hand twitch and he felt the awe of such a harsh movement that he looed around for Romano instinctively but then felt a crushing heartbreak. He was alone and their baby had just kicked for the first time. Spain sighed as he stroked his belly slowly like one would do with a cat in their lap and he waited for another solid kick but when none came he found himself patting his belly lightly with satisfaction and even delight at the baby's harsh kick. His first instinct had been to call for Romano but he found that he wanted nothing more than to call Italy or to even call France about his baby's kick but he found that he wanted ROmano to know first. He deserved to know first after all. He happily hummed to the baby, dancing his fingers against his belly making the muscles contract in a ticklish manner and he giggled quietly as he snuggled down into the couch delightedly. Life was piecing itself together in odd ways but the most perfect of situations and as Spain sat there with his hands pressed against his baby bump he found that there was more to life than just existing. He had thought his existence was merely a blessing when Romano had come into it but he found that the real blessing was the ability to have children with one another. It was having a little baby stare up at you with their wide eyes and knowing that without a doubt that they trusted you with their whole little hearts. And Spain found that as he sat there stroking his belly that he was pleased Romano's baby was inside of him.

There was a joy in the activity of his baby, joy in the fluttering of movements inside of him, wonder as the baby had kicked at him with all the fierceness of a certain Italian Nation and there was delight in knowing that he was proud to tell Romano just what had happened. There was a heart touching warmth when Romano reached out at night to touch the curve of his belly, something he did often when he thought Spain was out like a light and there was a such warmth in the way the Italian snuggled up to him during the night. A protective edge to the hand that pressed against his baby bump that Spain himself had done countless times with Romano when he had been pregnant with Cristiano. It warmed his heart to think that Romano was as protective of him and their baby as he had been when Romano was pregnant with their first son and Spain adored it. He welcomed the cuddles all while remaining still as possible to keep the Italian from squirming away and it had become a nightly routine of theirs. Spain began singing quietly to himself in Spanish, feeling the baby squirm in response to his voice and even though Spain had much practice in carrying a tune there was a light crackle to his voice from the emotions clogging his throat. He was so damn proud of both of his babies. Both of their babies. He couldn't wait to tell Romano and Cristiano just how proud he was of the both of them.