"Lovi, what are you doing?" Spain questioned Romano one morning. It had been one month since Romano had found out that he was pregnant, and was now always on the internet, trying to find out more about what was happening to his body. His stomach was beginning to show the signs that he was bearing a child, but just slightly, his shirts and pants still fit him, and his stomach was only rounded slightly. He had his good days and bad days, bad days consisting of mood swings, which always ending up with Spain confused and feeling as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest with guilt. He never wanted any of this to happen to Romano, but he just had to deal with what he was given.

"I'm on Google, bastard." Spain couldn't help but smile at Romano; he still had a colorful language, which had to change within the next five months. "Why are you smiling like that? You look like a damn pedophile."

"I'm just enjoying your choice of words, my Lovi. That has to change before the baby comes along." Spain snickered at the last sentence, for he knew that this would be a definite problem for Romano. "I hope you know that Feliciano is coming over today." Spain said, looking over at Romano, who had just closed the laptop screen.

"Why? Why did you invite Feliciano over? He better not bring that macho bastard, or I will be very pissed." Romano turned around in the chair, looking at Spain pleadingly. "Do I have to be around?" Spain knew that he didn't like the 'macho bastard' very much, so he decided not to tell him that he was coming.

"You will have to deal with Feliciano when he comes over. I don't know if Germany is coming, and he has a name, my dear Lovi. His name is Ludwig, I really hope you use it, or I won't give you any tomatoes." Romano laughed at such a threat.

"Oh my, that is such a terrifying threat, my tomato bastard!" Romano laughed, and Spain couldn't help but chuckle as well, for he knew that Romano had some tomatoes tucked away in his closet, just to be sure if they all happened to vanish, and that seemed to be happening quite a bit lately. All the tomatoes vanished, and there was quite a bit of tomato sauce in the refrigerator, which Spain ate all the time. "When are they coming to visit?" Romano sighed, and turned back to the computer. "Do they even know what's been happening?" Romano had confessed to Spain that he didn't want anyone to know, and Romano hardly went out of the house now, he was so embarrassed about what had happened to him. Spain didn't tell anyone about this either, he was waiting for Romano's okay before he could spill the beans, which was extremely difficult for him, since he was always around France and Prussia, who seemed to want to know everything.

"No, Feliciano and Ludwig don't know about this. I say Ludwig as well because Feliciano tells everything to Ludwig. Lovi, are you okay? You look sick…" Spain walked over to Romano, who face became pale.

"I'm fine, bastard. Get off of me." Romano pushed Spain away, and looked back at the computer. "I just don't want anyone to know right now." Romano had become much more emotional since he found out he was pregnant, and it often bothered Spain. He wanted his Lovi back, and he wanted him now. "When is he coming over? I want to fucking prepare myself." Romano asked, waiting for Spain's reply.

"Within the hour, Lovi, don't get so upset." Spain said quickly as he heard a knock on the door. "Well, there he is." Spain went to the door and opened it. "Hello Feliciano! Hello Ludwig! How are you two doing?" Spain dreaded going to face Romano, but he invited the two inside, and Romano glared at Germany, who was trying his best to not get on Romano's nerves, which now were on edge.

"Ciao Fratello!" Italy said happily, walking into the house, running over to Romano, giving him a big hug. "How have you been? Ve, I missed you so much! Do you have any pasta or pizza?" Italy asked, letting go of him and smiling.

"Good day Romano," Germany said, not daring to call Romano by his name. "How have you been?" Germany tried to smile, but it didn't really work.

"Potato bastard," Romano addressed him snootily. "I'm okay, Antonio, I want to go." Romano looked at Spain angrily, before looking back at Italy, who was snuggling up next to Germany.

"Yes, but you have to tell them first, mi amante de tomate. I don't care what you say, and if you won't tell them, I will." Spain said boldly, while Italy had a puzzled look upon his face.

"Ve, what do you have to say Fratello? I want to know, ve~" Italy said, looking towards Romano, who had glared at Spain, his eyes full of hatred.

"Fuck you, tomato bastard." Romano said to Spain, before turning back to Italy and Germany. "Shit, um… How am I going to say this…? Shit, shit, shit…" Romano looked down at the floor and said quietly, "All nations, men and women can have kids, so Spain here fucked me, so… Now I'm pregnant." The last sentence flowed from his mouth as gibberish, but Italy and Germany could understand it clearly.

"Ve~ Fratello is going to have a bambino? Ve~ Yay for Fratello! And big brother Spain! Congratulations! Ve~" Italy smiled warmly before running up to hug Spain. Spain chuckled lightly and hugged Italy back.

"Thank you my dear Feliciano." Spain smiled and sighed before looking at Romano.

"Congratulations…?" Germany said questioningly, really wondering if this was true, or if it was just lies. But he knew Spain would never let Romano lie to Italy about such things, so he just had to believe it. Spain couldn't stop beaming, and did he see a faint smile on Romano's face?

"Ve~ Let's celebrate with pasta! Ve~"

Author's Note: There is chapter five! I hoped you liked it, I enjoy writing this. I still have quite a bit more to go, but I am halfway done for being halfway completed with this series.

Fratello – Brother in Italian

Bambino – Baby in Italian