Helena - One year old

Cecilia - Four months old
Wilhelm - Three months old
Aaliyah - Three months old
Réka - Four Months

"Congratulations, fratello! I heard you were positive on the pregnancy test!" Romano groaned as Italy's happy voice chirped over the phone and he rolled his eyes when Cristiano walked up to Romano and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. He looked down only to have wide green eyes, replica's of his father's, to look up at him curiously and that slightly curly hair which softened him up.

"Grazie, Feliciano." Romano sighed out when he reached down smoothing Cristiano's hair that was constantly messy now a days since it was shaggy. "I have to go, Cristiano is having a play date with France's kid and the albino potato bastards girl."

"Ohh~ I see! Well I hope it goes good for you! I'll talk to you later! Ciao!" Italy chirped before Romano hung up when he looked down at Cristiano who stared at his belly now. He squatted when Cristiano looked at him from under his lashes, looking so much like his father.

"Mama, do you have a baby in your belly?" Cristiano asked tilting his head curiously, looking at Romano who got a flush in his cheeks, and he grinned like his father. "You do! Another baby in your belly! Does Papa know?"

"M-Maybe." He stuttered then cupped his son's face and squished it rubbing his face. "But that's got nothing to do with you! Why don't you go and watch your brother, make sure he doesn't walk into the coffee table or a wall?"

"Okay, Mama!" Cristiano beamed with the task of watching his brother and took off in a rush and Romano smiled softly to himself. Cristiano was so much like his father it was nearly impossible not to love his son so desperately, when he would do whatever you told him to do with no questions asked. Sure, that'd be something to worry about later in his life but right now it was just adorable on the seven year old.

"Alright, I should get lunch fixed." Romano mumbled planting his hands on his hips when he walked to the kitchen. He felt in the mood for pizza and set about making the dough, rolling it out as Salvador and Cristiano giggled to themselves in the living room, Romano smiled softly. He rolled out the dough and grabbed a jar of sauce he'd made the previous night for spaghetti but decided to use it now on the pizza, using a ladle to spread it out evenly. He grabbed a block of cheese, grating it on top of the cheese until he got a somewhat thick layer of cheese, spreading it with his fingers best as possible, and was going to place some pepperoni on it and some mushrooms, tomatoes and peppers when a loud screeching wail got his attention and before he knew it he was marching into living room.

Cristiano was standing frozen, one hand outstretched and the other moving to cover his gaping mouth, guilt flooding his features as Salvador sat on the floor screaming his lungs out like someone just ripped his precious kitty doll from him. He thought that was the case until he saw blood on his son's chin and getting on his shirt. "What happened?" Romano asked breathlessly with panic trying to well and Cristiano whimpered before tears beaded in his eyes.

"Lo siento, Mama! I looked to get his toy and he was by the coffee table. Lo siento! Lo siento!" He whimpered in a stream and it made Romano's heart squeeze with Salvador's shrieking and the tears gushing down both his sons cheeks he desperately wished Spain there and not at work.

"It's alright, bambino. It's alright." Romano mumbled reaching out lightly grabbing his eldests shirt and tugged him close. "It's okay. It was an accident." He stood up then, Cristiano still crying with tears rolling down and sliding down his neck or dripping off his chin. He rushed to the kitchen to get a paper towel on Salvador's chin, the blood immediately soaking up greedily and he felt panic settle but he grabbed his car keys. "Cristiano, come on."

"Where are we going, Mama?" He asked with teary eyes, filled with guilt, looking up at him and his fingers where trembling as he played with them nervously. Romano grabbed one of his trembling hands and was walking to the front door, glad his shoes were still on from playing outside with his children, and squeezed that soft trembling hand.

"We need to go to the hospital, make sure your brother is alright." Romano replied as Salvador kept howling in his ear like a banshee alarm which made him want to cry as he squeezed his son gently, the paper towel sticking to his chin but the blood continued spreading all be it much slower.

"Lo siento, Mama." Cristiano whimpered as they walked out the front door, Romano locked the front door and was rushing to the car unlocking the doors with a beep and he stroked Cristiano's slight curls lovingly. He looked down at those green eyes, dark with guilt, and gave a gentle smile.

"It'll be alright, bambino, didn't I tell you? We just need to make sure your brother is okay! I don't hold you responsible, Cristiano, it was an accident. If anything you were trying to get him his toy." Romano softly assured him knowing the only one to blame was him in this moment even if no one would see it that way he was to blame. He told Cristiano, a seven year old, to watch a one year old. Sure there was a six year difference but Romano was worried for his sons and with the babies all aging up to one years old so suddenly it was a bit frightening but he worried for his more specifically. "Come on, get in your booster. Do you think you can get strapped in by yourself?"

"S-Si." He mumbled as he climbed in the car, right in the booster next to his brother's car seat. Romano then settled the bleeding one year old in his car seat buckling him up, shrieking still, and he knew it must be shock when he carefully took the wet paper towel off his son's chin, hating how it stuck just a little, and folded it and pressed it back against the wound, the blood smeared so he couldn't tell where it was and it made him worry all the more. He looked at Cristiano who had the guiltiest look on his face, the literal embodiment of guilt and Romano hated that his son felt it was his fault.

"Can you hold this there for me, tesoro?" He asked which drew a hesitant nod in response and he pressed it against his brother's bleeding chin. "Grazie, bambino. I'll get us to the hospital quick before Papa gets home. Then we can have pizza for dinner alright?"

"O-Okay." He stuttered when Romano shut the door and slid into the driver's side, locking the doors nad pulling his seat belt on and made sure to watch Cristiano put his own seat belt on. He gave a gentle smile but Cristiano just remained looking guilty and Romano felt his heart squeeze; it was like a cloud just drifted in front of his bright sunshine.

"Let's get this over with." Romano murmured to himself as started the car and put in reverse, looking over the back of the seat, twisting, backing out and then settled back in, putting it in drive. He took a deep breath when he revved the engine a few times before going at a decent speed even if he wanted to screech down those roads he did drive faster than normal. He just knew he needed to go go go and get there for his son. He just need to make sure he was okay.

"Lovino!" Spain shouted when he opened the front door of the house, his keys jingling loud and exhaustion pulled at his body but irritation was coiling in his belly. "Lovi! Don't hide! I want to know why Gil and Francis said you weren't home! Lovino!"

He marched into the kitchen, hoping to find his wife cooking, his cellphone to his ear calling his wife's number when he noticed the phone vibrating angrily like a giant wasp on the counter top. It looked like Romano had been cooking what looked like pizza but it was unfinished and uncooked which sent a low shiver down Spain's spine. He rushed to the living room now to see...nothing. No kids, no Salvador sleeping in his play pen, no Cristiano watching cartoons and no Romano cooking. Where were they? He noticed blood on the coffee table and few splotches on the floor and he gasped so sharply he nearly felt his head spin.

"Where-" He started to speak out loud to himself when the phone rang shrilly and he ran to it. Please, be Romano. It was his only thought and when he rushed to the phone picking it up fast. "Hola? Si?"

"Toni? It's me." Romano's voice sounded like a sigh and the phone shifted. "Mi dispiace, Toni.I didn't leave a note and it was only when I got here did I realized that I forgot my cell at home."

"Where are you? I'll come to you right now." Spain replied squeezing the phone softly in his hand as he gripped the keys so tight in his other hand he felt the keys imprinting on his palm.

"Well, I was making lunch. Pizza as you probably saw, and I told Cristiano to just watch Salvador for me and Cristiano turned to get Salvador's stuffed kitty and I guess Salvador fell and his chin in the table so hard the skin did split open." Romano explained and yawned then when Spain realized it was around dinner time already. How did he miss looking at the clock?"But don't bother, it'll waste gas. I'm going to be leaving in, literally, five minutes. They had to stitch up poor Salvador's chin and Cristiano still won't stop apologizing."

"So you'll be home soon?" He asked almost like a little kid waiting for his parents to get him something from the store as well. He bit his lip lightly, chewing on it softly, as he waited for Romano's answer which started with another sigh.

"We'll be home soon, I promise. They gave Salvador some mild, very mild, Tylenol for the pain and swelling but he's out cold." Romano chuckled then seemed to loose his good humor."But I do need to tell you something."

"What?" Spain felt fear curling like a cold snake in his stomach and he gripped the keys tighter before putting them down feeling the edge of one cut into his palm just a bit. He could hear Romano talking to a few nurses for a moment and Cristiano's soft whimpers in the background of sorry's after sorry. Romano came back on with a little yawn.

"I'll tell you about it when we get home. If you want to finish up the pizza for me I'd appreciate it a lot." He finally said softly, the sound of the phone shifting probably from ear to ear. "Ti amo, Toni. I'll see you soon."

"Te amo, Lovi. I'll see you soon and you better tell me what you want to tell me. And I'll finish up the pizza so it's cooking and ready for you three when you get home." Spain murmured softly feeling his panic still beating like moth wings in his chest in his chest and stomach. He hung up after Romano said another little I love you and they both hung up but his stomach remained cold and empty.

He turned to the kitchen walking back in, taking deep breathes, soothing the shaking in his hands. He honestly wanted to just quit his job but he didn't have the financial stability to do that for both his Nation and his family. He picked up the knife and began chopping mushrooms, pepperoni, peppers and tomatoes. He shredded some more cheese for the pizza and was planting all the ingredients on top and sliding it into the oven for it to cook when the sound of another car pulling into the driveway and his heart leaped.

"Go and sit in the living room, Cristiano. Watch some TV or color, I'll be in there in a minute. Let me run Salvador up to his bedroom and let me talk to Papa then I'll come join you. Okay?"Romano asked softly but Spain remained locked in his spot and though he longed to run out and take Salvador and make sure he wasn't too bad.

That it wasn't the large, horrible stitches running up his jaw he couldn't help but envision, when he heard Romano climbing the stairs quickly. Too quick, honestly, for Spain remembered when Romano was pregnant with Cristiano and he would walk up the stairs slow, even if he was under a month along, he'd moved extra slow. He waited about five minutes when Romano was clumping back downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of cooking pizza wafting gently as Romano entered the kitchen and walked up to the little island in the kitchen, the familiar one, and leaned against his side and Spain on his.

"I need to tell you something." Romano started, his hazel eyes dark, rocking on his heels lightly and Spain felt panic beating at his chest. Was something else wrong? "Toni, I'm not pregnant."

Spain blinked a few times before a shocked laugh left his mouth. He felt another slip out then another and another, until he was laughing so hard he was bent over lightly but Romano just watched him. He straightened after a moment, when his laughter diminished to chuckles and his green eyes met Romano's dark hazels and his mirth faded as quickly as it had come."Lovi, I know you don't believe in having babies only one year apart but no need to go into denial now, mi amor, it'll be fi-"

"Antonio, I asked for a blood test to be done. Technically by this point I'd be at least a month along with all the nausea and the sickness. Now, a month in they can tell with a blood test and it came back negative. I explained all my symptoms to the doctor and it was the flu, Toni. I'm not pregnant." He got out on a soft sigh watching Spain's face just drop slowly, deflate, and he felt a little guilty. "I know you wanted me to be pregnant, I know, but it just didn't happen that way and I'm sorry you told everyone already I was pregnant."

Spain was quiet for a few moments, feeling sad that Romano wasn't pregnant but he took a deep breath and shoved it down before walking around to Romano's side of the island and curled his arms around his waist softly. Romano looked up at this, surprise lighting up his eyes, and Spain smiled gently leaning down pressing their foreheads together. "It's alright that you're not pregnant. I won't lie, I was excited for you to be pregnant but it's mostly my fault for running around opening my mouth and telling everyone that you were pregnant when a shitty home pregnancy test was negative."

Romano took a deep breath and then buried his face into Spain's chest closing his eyes and took another deep breath. He smelled like the breeze and sweat, both scents not off putting and he actually enjoyed the scents. "Maybe, when Salvador can go to school on his own like Cristiano, we can humor the thought of another kid." Romano finally mumbled then pushed away smiling softly. "Now, I have a date with Cristiano to watch some cartoons and you have to take care of the pizza!"

"Alright~" Spain felt his panic settling down and he let Romano back away to the doorway of the kitchen to go to the living room when he felt the urge to say just one more thing. "Lovi?"

"Si?" Romano turned around looking at Spain. He blushed a bit when Spain's large, bright smile curled over his lips as he looked at Romano and the Italian blushed a little more as he curled his arms over his chest. "What do you want, idiota? You're wasting time!"

"Te amo, Lovino Vargas Carriedo." Spain finally got out as he looked at Romano and the Italian blushed softly when he moved a hand through his hair and turned to walk out of the room before looking over his shoulder and sighed.

"Ti amo, Antonio Carriedo. You're lucky I love you so much or I'd be putting you up for adoption like some puppy." Romano replied as he tightened his arms around his himself and disappeared into the living room. Spain then smiled, laughing lightly, as he turned his attention to the pizza and putting his hands on his hips then nodded. Yeah, a baby can wait. After all, with the four of them, what more could he ever truly ask for?