Romano didn't want it to be morning. Morning meant waking up in bed, disoriented and tired, wondering why the light was shining right into his eyes even though his bed didn't face the window. Realizing that it wasn't his bed, but Spain's, and the bugger was sleeping right beside him on the nice un-shone-upon side. Sitting up and feeling like a grenade just blew up in his ass. Hobbling to the bathroom, getting interrupted by a horrific banging on the door while he was taking a piss and hearing the tomato bastard's garbled voice as he tried not to puke all over the floor. Having to hold it in and wait until Spain was finished before resuming. (God, that was the worst part.) Having to let him in a second time, this time halfway through a shower, only to be looked at seductively and molested. Kicking him out and yelling at him to go use another bathroom. Hearing him sobbing right outside, and having to finish the shower quickly in order to apologize to him. Having him whip the towel off Romano's waist and proceed to rape him on the bathroom floor. Going through the rest of the day with a fucking repeat of Hiroshima ravaging his lower regions. Romano shuddered. He really dreaded the morning.

But morning came anyways.

To make matters worse, the stupid frog had somehow gotten wind of the situation (Romano highly suspected Spain was to blame) and invited himself over to congratulate the Spaniard and maybe cop a feel here and there. Which was how Romano found himself sitting beside Antonio instead of retreating to his room as usual, shooting the ugly blond man murderous looks every time he so much as shifted in his seat. Spain tried to point out that there was a coffee table barring France from them, to which Romano replied that the wine freak wasn't some pathetic fluffy fairy thing that couldn't enter homes without being invited inside, so what was stopping him from simply jumping over the damn table? And so Spain had resignedly allowed Romano to stay, though it killed the atmosphere and hung it out to rot in the afternoon sun. France, through, was just glad the suddenly over-protective Italian hadn't gone Switzerland on him with Spain's axe yet.

"It's been a long time since there've been any children around," the Frenchman commented, carefully pouring himself some tea under Romano's watchful glare. "I miss the days when Canada was but a petit bébé… Ah, they grow up so fast!" He dabbed at the corner of his eye. "I still remember when he was just born! If only he made as much noise today as he did then! Maybe then the other countries would stop forgetting about his existence."

"Wait—you had Canada?" said Romano. "Not England?"

"Well, duh! I mean, just look at the structure of that country! English-speakers screwing the French all over the place. Wouldn't it make sense that I got knocked up by that stupid Brit?" His expression brightened. "But Canada was so cute as a baby, it made me stop hating Arthur for a while!"

The doorbell rang. Spain jumped up to answer. "Ah, that must be Gilbert!"

Romano froze. "You—told—him?" A tremor went through his spine. It was over. It was all over. That damn bastard would tell the whole world. He buried his face in his hands. Dio, the tortures that would be inflicted upon him…

"Kesesesesese!" Prussia cackled as he gave Romano a huge pat on the back that made the Italian double over in pain. "I guess you're more of a man than I thought! By the way, Italy told me to send you your clothes and other stuff. And he says congratulazioni to you too!" He laughed. Romano's face turned red.

Prussia and Veneziano. Great. Now there couldn't possibly be anyone in the whole fucking world left who didn't know about the soon-to-be new arrival.

After France and Prussia had left, Spain decided they would go to a restaurant for dinner. "Yay, Lovi, you're so nice!" he squealed when Romano finally acceded to the Spaniard's sudden urge to have escargot. "Lovi? You're looking a little green."

Which, Romano thought as he tried not to gag, was the same color as the snails on the plate…

Suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore.

His stomach heaved as he watched Spain devour the shelled creatures like they were candies. Never again. If Antonio was going to insist on eating weird things, well, he would have to do that alone. Any more of this and Romano might end up puking more than the pregnant Spaniard. He stabbed his fork into a chunk of potato. Bah. Potatoes…

He decided he would eat at home instead. At least there the food didn't do weird slimy mollusk things under leaves. Or remind him of people he hated.

When they got back, however, Romano suspected he would have to reconsider. There was a dark-skinned teenager sitting on the front step, holding a suitcase in one hand. He looked up in anticipation as they approached, but upon realizing it wasn't Spain's car, he scowled and acted aloof. When Spain jumped out of the car to greet him, however, he reverted to happy-peppy mode and leaped upon him like a five-year-old. "Papá! I missed you!" he cried, as Spain, with some difficulty, swung him around in a circle. "I heard you weren't feeling well, and the world conference is tomorrow, so I thought I'd come here a bit early and visit you! Are you okay?"

Romano swore under his breath. Of all the times to ambush them, why did Mexico have to choose now?

"I missed you too!" Spain ruffled the Hispanic's glossy black hair. "You're such a nice boy, to care about me so much! I'm feeling much better now, thanks."

Don't say it, Romano prayed silently. Please don't tell him…

"But hey, guess what?"

Romano slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. "Dio, prendimi adesso…"

Dio, prendimi adesso-God, take me now

Mexico is annoying. I say this because I myself find him annoying. I dunno, if no one cares about him then I might throw him in the garbage bin after the world conference.

It pains me to say this, but I've just about hit a brick wall with this fic. I have no idea where things are heading from here. But, at the same time, I feel so bad that so many people find pregnant!Spain interesting and I can't write about it to save my life... so I am open to suggestions until I come up with a decent plot. *prays this doesn't end in a full-scale Why-Did-The-Author-Not-Include-My-Suggestion war...

Thanks for reading thus far. R&R :3