Betcha thought I wouldn't get to posting ever. I feel like that for every scene I have to write, I have to down a thing of maple syrup. Sickening sweet and hard to eat on its own. (let's all pretend that made sense)

This may seem like it has no plot, and it doesn't, but I have a little check list going. I wrote down all the little events that could happen and if I time everything right I'm predicting two more chapters! (but don't take my word for it)

Three reviews and a ton of views! The amazing part is that so many people like to read mpreg but rarely announce it. I do the exact same thing though so no one's complaining!

Happy reading!

Romano watched from a safe distance away as Spain bid his brother and Germany farwell at the door, he himself having already done so a minute prior. As the door was shut at last and the audible roar of an engine started in driveway, Romano ambled towards the master bedroom, feeling unbelievably tired.

He didn't waste time dressing for bed (or in his case, undressing), and instead chose to lie across the blankets and just stare at nothing.

Unconsciously, he began to stroke his stomach.

"Hello, whoever's in there" Romano whispered, reverently quiet. "That person you met, and kicked might I just say, was your uncle Feli. He loves you already"

A baby, Romano wasn't sure who, kicked at his soothing fingertips. Inwardly, he laughed. "But just remember, I'm going to love you more. I'm never going to punish one of you and reward the other, or tell you that you aren't good enough. And we're going to make cannoli on Sundays after church- all of us in the kitchen."

He could see it now, the scene so sickening sweet his teeth might as well of fallen out of his head.

Two little girls dancing around him, the first wanting to add way too much floor to the recipe. He would try to tell her no, but it would be too late to stop as the cup -flour and all- fell into the mixture. Her dark brown hair was darker than Romano's by far and was falling out of her bun and into the batter as both he and she desperately tried to fish out however much they could.

The second, shorter than her twin, sat on the counter next to her padre, both snacking on the chocolate chips that neither were allowed to touch. Her grin was bright and chocolate covered as she watched her small family try and fail to save the recipe.

Spain was hit with a burst of passion as he observed them all, at least Romano imagined he would be, and scooped up his daughter before pulling them all into a hug.

Romano was jarred out of his daydream by the creak of the door. He looked up to see Spain walk inside, trying to be quiet but it was pointless by that point.

"Hey" He said.

"Hey" Romano parroted.

Spain made his way across the room the perch himself down on the side of the bed. Fingers reached across the short divide the sheets presented and Spain traced them through Romano's hair.

"You never told me you could feel the babies"

Romano cracked open an eye, not realizing he had let them fall shut, and regarded Spain wearily. "Yeah well they don't do much at this stage so I didn't think it was a big deal"

"It is a big deal! Can I feel them? Do you think they'll let me?"

"They're babies Spain. If they want to kick, then they will, regardless of your desperation for love."

Spain ignored the jab and instead leaned over to finger Romano's enlarged stomach. Smooth hands caressed the stretched skin and carefully the brunette rested his ear on his lover's navel.

A barely there push from somewhere behind the babies' fleshy confinement greeted his efforts.

"Hola, mis hijos" Spain whispered. "I'm so excited to meet you!" Romano pushed weakly at Spain's head, and he looked up. "What?"

"They'll be girls, not boys."

"Oh!" Spain smiled again before adding, "mis hijas then. I love you so much already. And when you're born, we'll have so much fun, the four of us. I'll teach you Spanish and how to play football, and we can take naps and-"

"And I'll teach you Italian" Romano chimed in. "And how to cook, and how to stand up for yourselves. I bet hide and seek will be your favorite game"

Spain looked up at Romano. He seemed so happy.

"I love you" He said suddenly, like he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Romano spared him an odd look. "Well I would hope so."

"Say that you love me back, please?"

Romano puffed out his cheeks, but in the end he relented. "Fine." He said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I love you too." He put his hand on his stomach, almost as to sooth the small kicks to his stomach. "And I love you babies, even more than your papa ever will"

Spain was seconds away from cooing about how sweet his Roma was being until heard the last comment. "Not true!" He protested, putting his own hands over Romano's. "I'll love you just as much! Nay- I'll love you more!"

"Oh yeah?" Romano challenged. "I doubt it. I already love you- present tense. Your papa has got to see you to know his feelings. What a loser"

Spain almost frowned, but then he remembered his own secret weapon. "Don't be so mean, Lovi..."

"Or what?" Romano asked, smiling. "You can't hurt me. I'm untouchable."

"Not untouchable" Spain muttered under his breath. He was really just too cute. He sat up, almost as if he was going to leave. Then, without warning, he sprung, trapping Romano underneath him and he sent quick touches up and down his sides, under his arms, and under his chin.

"Stop!" Romano screeched, trying to wiggle away from the assault. "Don't- ahah! No! Hahaha!"

But Spain was merciless. Romano's laughter was damn near addicting, and he was on a roll. Finally, he pulled back. But the smile never left his face. "Untouchable still?"

"Shut up" Romano panted for a second before rolling to his side. "I'm tired"

"I bet" Spain flopped down onto his back, pulling Romano to his side. "I don't suppose you want to go to sleep right now instead of cleaning up the kitchen?"

"How about you do it in the morning" Romano said, running his fingers up and down Spain's chest, like he was planning on seducing him into doing to dishes. Spain couldn't say it wasn't working.

"Alright" He agreed airily. "Anything for you" Together they curled up and fell asleep, dreaming of what it would be like to have a little family of their own.

[=]

The next morning, Spain was bubbling with energy. He knew exactly what Romano and he should do that day. They had spent so long cooped up in their little house, it was high time they went somewhere.

He cast a glance at his boyfriend, nibbling on croissant. The shirt he was wearing was bursting around the middle, almost popping the buttons. It seemed even Spain's shirts were becoming too small for the twins. There had to be some kind of clothing out there that was suited for pregnancy.

When he brought it up however, Romano scowled at him. "Hmm" Romano said, pressing his forefinger to his chin like he was actually contemplating it. "Shopping, with you, for dresses... How about, fuck no?"

"Come on, Lovi! It'll be fun!"

Romano sent him a wry look. "Fun for who? The freak or the gay fairy?"

Spain took on an expression that was unusually tart. "Don't call yourself a freak, mi vida. You are my life, my heart, my soul- but never a freak!"

The soon-to-be-mother rolled his eyes. Spain couldn't go half a day without saying that kinda thing. His words were too sappy to be believed, but even then Romano's heart performed a little tap dance. It must have been the hormones.

"Promise me you'll stop gushing and I'll go"

Hours later, Romano was being dragged along the newest shopping promenade, trying to avoid odd looks from strangers. There weren't many people out, thank the lord, but even being out in public made Romano feel self conscious.

On a normal day, it would be Romano doing the dragging as he went in and out of each store, keeping Spain on hand for his credit card and the vain hope that this would be the day he cracked and bought a new wardrobe.

Three centuries in and Romano had yet to give up the promise Spain had some sense of fashion.

Today however, Spain knew exactly where to go. "It's right up here -Lovi, please don't drag your feet- I saw the sign for it on the highway. The best part it that they have things for you and the babies! Maybe we could matching outfits for all three of you- ouch don't kick me-"

Romano retracted his foot. Spain needed a kick in the knees every once a while. Besides, he was not sacrificing his fashion sense to fuel his boyfriend's cute fetish.

"And we're here!" The gray building loomed ahead of them, towering over Spain and Romano as if to say, "Bow puny mortals!"

Well the jokes on the building. Spain and Romano were not mortal.

"You're making weird faces" Spain whispered, watching Romano wearily as he looked like he was about to fight the cement walls. "Let's just go inside"

As they browsed the isles, Romano was hit by how little he was prepared to have a kid, not to mention two. There were things and trinkets and gadgets Romano couldn't even begin to comprehend the need for. Why was there a gerbil dribbler for babies?

Spain stopped to inspect the package. "A crib dribbler?"

"We are notgetting that" Romano snapped. He moved to the next isle, but stopped at a solid wall of diapers. "Holy shit"

"Oh yeah!" Spain chirped, suddenly next to him. "We're going to need to get diapers eventually. And uh, bottles and a crib and..."

Romano ignored him and he went on and on. He plucked the first of the mountain and threw it into their cart. "Got diapers."

"We might need a little more than that"

By the time the two made it to the clothing section, Romano couldn't see Spain's head over the cart. They had tried to get the cheapest brand of everything, but some things were so expensive!

It made Romano just the slightest bit sad. He wanted to give his children the world but between poverty, and national debt, and a whole lot of other shit, there really wasn't a ton of money to go around. He bet that if Veneziano got a baby, the tyke would be spoiled rotten in no time.

If there was one thing he could go back and change, it was being such a bitch. That way he could of married one of the richer countries, drained their pockets dry, and go live off with Spain on some private island without feeling physically ill.

Spain always said that doing that would have made him feel bad because he actually cared about people and not because he hated everyone too much to imagine marrying them. But what did he know?

It took a minute for Romano to realize that, in the midst of his thoughts, he had lost Spain.

"Hey, Spain?" No response. "Asshole? Tomato Bastard?" Nothing. "Antonio?"

"Over here, Lovi!"

Spain popped up from a stack of baby bibs and onesies. He was holding a little cute outfit that said 'thing 1' with one hand, and 'thing 2' in the other.

"I can't decide between this set and the one with bacon and eggs. Thoughts?"

"How about something normal like a blue and pink one?" Romano scoffed, picking through the outfits too.

But Spain couldn't just leave it at that. "But we don't know the genders yet-"

Romano rolled his eyes. "They're just colors, idiota. And they're babies. Who's going to care?"

Spain nodded. He tossed all six onsies into the cart and began walking again. "Good point! We can have them all. Let's go get you something." He stopped briefly, wearing the expression he always did when he was going to say something especially stupid. "Though to be honest, I'd rather you in nothing"

If that comment didn't earn him a slap to the face, the eyebrow waggle sure as hell did.

[=]

Time passed, and Romano was now officially six months in. The second trimester had just started and the relief was slow, but steady. Mr. Malot had promised this was the easiest part of the pregnancy. Which wasn't saying much but whatever

Morning sickness was just a fading memory, but backaches took its place. The worst part was he couldn't just lie down on his stomach and get a back rub. That usually worked after a rough night with Spain, but now that wasn't the case.

"Help me out here" He said, poking his boyfriend in the side.

"Mmmkay" Spain mumbled, rolling over and lazily waking up from his nap. Romano knew that he couldn't have been truly sleeping because waking Spain up was harder than getting his brother to stop eating pasta. "Roll over" He instructed.

Romano did as he was told, shifting a little so Spain could have better access. "So I was thinking" He started as Spain's hands started to work wonders on the small of his back. "of names"

"Names?" Spain prompted. He fingers trailed over an overly tense muscle and Romano hissed as he began to attack the soreness with vigor. "You have knots"

Romano tried not to moan as he felt the tenseness leave him in seconds. "Yeah. I've only got two girl's names though. I was thinking for Venicia for one..."

"Like Venice" Spain said, understanding. "After your brother"

"Yeah. Except, it's not a real name, you know? Plus what if she actually becomes Venice? That isn't my territory and I couldn't stand to lose her to Feliciano. So I was thinking of something like Maria"

"Maria sounds good" Romano seriously wondered if Spain's fingers were magical with the way they trailed across his skin. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying but it was hard. "I used to know a Maria. Or was it Marie? I can't remember. It's a popular name"

"How about you?" Romano asked, turning around a little. "Think of any good names?"

"Why do you say it like I wouldn't come up with anything usable?" Spain retorted, removing his hands in retaliation. Romano scoffed.

"Because you named your turtle Antonio junior and when you had to pick my human name you came up Lovino Vargas. 'I ruin' with a Spanish last name. So yeah, you suck at naming organic creatures.

Spain laughed, pulling Romano close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him so he couldn't wiggle away. "But I like your name! That way I could call you Lovi; a lovely person and the love of my life"

"I'm just hearing sap over here. If you keep this up I'll name them both."

"Hmm" Spain hummed, seriously thinking. "How about Felicia for another girl name? That way you can still name one after your brother"

Romano stilled in his arms. Spain was just starting to think he had said something wrong when Romano rolled over, trying to hug him with the baby bump in the way. "Fuck" He muttered. "I love you"

Spain smiled, incredibly happy. "I love you too."