dreamgirl: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in over a year! I can't believe so much time has past O_O But yet, you amazing fans have continued to favorite and review and after a long battle with writer's block, I got inspiration to complete the final installment of "Unforgettable Memoirs".

disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Except the baby :3 Everything else belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter 3

A lightly tanned teenager laughed and smiled as he played Frisbee with his young uncle.

"Zio Feli, I doubt you'll ever beat me with your eyes closed!"

The older country just smiled at him, "But the sun is so bright today. Fa male!" ("It hurts!")

"No seas bebe, Zio Feli." ("Don't be a baby, Uncle Feli.") The light-brown haired teen said to his uncle.

Italy smiled softly and was about to reply when a loud voice came shouting out, "Ehi! What are you doing out here, damn it! I thought I told you to go to school, you delinquent!" ("Hey!")

The teenager turned to where the voice was coming from and sighed, "Aish, Babbo, don't be like that! Papà already gave me the okay." ("Father.")

Southern Italy glared at his grown son, "Prendi il tuo culo in casa, ora!" ("Get your ass in the house, now!")

The boy reluctantly waved his uncle off as he walked towards the house, all the while he was muttering curses under his breath.

"I heard that!" Lovino called out. He sighed, "What am I going to do with that child?"

At that moment, a tanned pair of arms wrapped themselves around Romano's frame.

"He truly is your hijo, Lovi." ("Son.")

Lovino turned around and frowned, "And how many times are you going to fucking say that!"

Antonio smiled, "As long as we're alive, cariño. I mean, it relates to everything Ricardo does. Don't you remember when he learned how to walk?"

"Dio! Don't remind me! Those were probably the worst years of my life…"

"Don't say that, Lovi. You know you had fun con nuestro pequeño monstrito." ("With our little monster.") Spain chuckled.

South Italy shudder at the memory of their child's toddler years, but a small smile crept up onto his features as he remembered that moment all those years ago.

(Flashback)

"Ricardo Giuseppe Vargas-Carriedo! You sit down this instant, damn it!" A certain brown-haired country yelled at the top of his lungs.

A little foot-tall toddler giggled at his father but continued to run around the house.

"Ah, Lovi, déjalo en paz. He's just a baby." ("Leave him alone.") Antonio tried to calm down his lover.

"But the kid is spreading spaghetti all over the damn place!"

Spain put his hands on Lovino's shoulders, "He just learnt to walk, cariño. The books said we should give him full reign of his abilities or it might stunt his development."

Romano stared at his Spanish lover and narrowed his eyes, "Fine, then you clean up after the brat."

The green-eyed man frowned, "You don't really mean that, Lovi, do you?"

"Of course I do! I'm tired of cleaning after a damn hyperactive 18-month old!"

"No eso, Lovi. I meant the 'brat' thing. You don't truly find him a nuisance…verda?" ("Not that."/"Right?")

Lovino sighed, "Idiota. Obviously, I do. He's your son, isn't he?"

Spain's sad expression slowly turned into a wide smile, "I knew you didn't mean it!"

"Wha—ehi! Cosa pensi che stai facendo!" ("What do you think you're doing!") Romano yelled as Antonio pulled him into his arms.

"I am simply embracing you, corazón." The Spaniard said as he enveloped his lover within his arms.

After a bit of struggling, South Italy eventually accepted the semi-awkward hug and softened up. Little did he know, Antonio was actually shielding Lovino's eyes from the drawing their son was currently making on the walls. He knew his lover would have a heart attack.

(End of Flashback)

Lovino shook his head, "That boy will be the death of me."

Spain quirked an eyebrow, "You repeat yourself too, Lovi."

"But it's true, goddamn it! First it was the nipple biting when you tried convincing me to fucking breast feed him. Then, it was the whole walking! Even now, he's still a trouble-maker!"

"Now, you know that isn't completely true, cariño." His arms tightened around his smaller lover, "What about that one time he protected that little girl?"

The Italian man huffed, "Yeah, but he still ended up causing sometrouble that one time."

Antonio smirked and poked Lovino, "No seas un mentiroso. You supported him." ("Don't be a liar.")

Romano pouted, "S-Shut up…"

(Flashback)

The boy looked down at his shoes. His small fists tightened into balls.

"And why the fuckwould you punch a fifth grader, Ricardo! Have you no common sense!"

Ricardo suddenly glanced up with an expression Lovino had never seen before on the eight-year-old's face.

"El era un bastardo, Babbo! He was hurting Maria! I couldn't just stand there and take it why he pulled her hair and even ripped her dress! He's a bully!" ("He was a bastard, Father!")

South Italy stared down at his young son and wasn't sure if he should yell at him for cursing or praise him for his act of valor. Eventually, he did nothing. Lovino just stood there, huffed, and crossed his arms.

The silent Spaniard glanced at his lover expectantly before kneeling down to his son and hugged him.

"Has hecho bien, hijito. I am proud of you for standing up for your friend." ("You did well, son.") He pulled back before looking at the boy seriously, "But please do not fight anymore, Ricky. It is bad to resort to violence, even in times of need."

Ricardo nodded as he wiped away his tears of anger, "Si, Papà. I understand."

Spain smiled softly before releasing his son and standing back up. He looked at Lovino once again and the Italian looked away.

Lovino extended a hand, which ended up having Ricardo flinch, thinking he was going to be hit. But surprisingly, his Italian father ruffled his hair.

"Good job, kid." Lovino said while trying to suppress a slight blush.

The eight-year-old smiled widely and did not hesitate to hug his father.

South Italy's eyes widened, but Ricardo just said, "Ti amo, Babbo." He then turned to Antonio and said, "I love you too, Papà!"

Both countries looked down at their son and felt a sense of pride and joy.

Spain looked at the Italian with happy eyes as if saying, 'We did well.'

(End of flashback)

Lovino leaned into his lover's hug, "They grow up too fast…"

Antonio kissed the top of South Italy's head, "Esta bien, Lovi." ("It's okay.") He grinned, "We can always try for another one."

The younger country quickly turned around and punched his lover, "Hell no!"

Spain laughed, "Dios mio, te amo tanto." ("God, I love you a lot.")

Lovino blushed and sunk into the warm hug and thought, 'Maybe a girl wouldn't be too bad…'

dreamgirl: Thank you everyone for sticking with me for this long! I'm sorry it took so long to finally complete this fic. I hope it came out to everyone's expectations ^_^ It was a joy writing this! So please, REVIEW!