"You know what though? These past two months he hasn't even tried to talk to me! The only thing he says to me is, 'Fuck you tomato bastard.' Or 'I'm going to the doctor; maybe you'll fuck another person while I'm gone.' I just don't know what to do with him at this point. He acts like he doesn't want me there, but he cries when I leave. My own Lovi confuses me so much!" Spain was sitting down to coffee with France and Prussia, who were told by Spain what was happening.
"I don't think he knows you love him so much. Do you tell him so?" France questioned, locking eye contact with the Spaniard. "My opinion is that he loves you so much, he doesn't want you to leave, and he's afraid that you might leave him alone." France stated, before looking in Prussia's direction, who seemed to not want to be a part of a conversation for once.
"Lovi knows I love him! I don't think he loves me." Spain defended himself proudly. Lovi knew that he loved him? Did he? The Spaniard hoped so for his own benefit.
"When was the last time you told him that, Espagne? He might have forgotten, he has a little more to deal with then you do at the moment." France let out a deep laugh, which made Spain's heart immediately sink. "Well, I'm waiting, my dear Espagne."
"It's been five months, Francia. You don't have an idea about how bad I feel now." Spain stared down at his coffee, which had now become cold. He felt sick to his stomach, and he couldn't bear to look at France.
"That's rather sad, my Antonio." Spain flinched. He hated it when France called him by his name. Only Lovi could do that. "He is pregnant with your child and he doesn't think you care. I think you have a place to be." France looked over at Prussia, who had fallen asleep during this "boring" conversation to him. "I shall pay; go back to Romano's house. Send him my love." Spain didn't even want to know what love France meant, but he quickly stood and left to go back home.
"Lovi? I'm home now." Spain entered the house, knowing that Romano had been to the doctor's office this morning, but happy to know that he had returned safely, for there he was on the couch, looking at pictures from the ultra sound, a big smile across his face. You could now tell that Romano was pregnant, his stomach finally began to swell, and his shirts were becoming too small for him.
Romano didn't answer him; he just continued to look at the pictures. He hadn't told Spain that he now knew the gender of the child, and he would tell him eventually. Romano couldn't help but smile when he saw those pictures of his child, and Spain's, but it was still Romano's kid all the same. He could see Spain standing in the doorway, and he finally looked over. "Hello, how was coffee with those idiots that you call friends?" Romano could see Spain flinch from the comment, and he instantly regretted it, and quickly looked back at the pictures.
"Lovino, I need to talk to you." Spain walked over to the couch, and sat down next to Romano. "Is that the baby?" He was looking over Romano's shoulder, seeing those pictures that made Romano so happy.
"What do you want to talk to me about, bastardo? I'm in a good mood, don't ruin it." Romano reluctantly handed over a picture of the unborn baby to Spain. "Yeah, that's the baby." He was longing to tell Spain about the baby's gender, but decided to wait to tell him.
"Lovi, have you forgotten as to how much I care for you? I've loved you ever since you were a child. I am proud to be the father of your child and, te quiero." Spain said, kissing the Italian's cheek. Romano's face turned a bright pink as his eyes filled with tears. Spain couldn't stand to see Romano cry anymore, and wiped away the tears. "I don't know as to why you'd think that I don't love you, but I do, I love you more than anything, me amante de tomate."
Romano went back to looking at the pictures, before finally saying, "Ti amo, e ho per più tempo." Spain was fluent in Italian as well as his own language, and smiled brightly. "I'm still calling you a tomato bastard, even when the kid is around I will, I'll just do it in Italian, or Spanish." The two of them laughed at Romano's comment, before Romano finally said, "I know the gender of the baby." Spain's eyes widened and he looked back at Romano. "Do you want me to tell you?"
"Sí, mi amor, por favor." Spain said happily, letting a smile escape from his lips.
"It's a baby girl." Romano said, watching the Spaniard's face light up. "Are you okay with that, bastard?" Spain nodded, before hugging Romano close to him.
WEEEEE! There's chapter six, and it's a baby girl! I wonder how they are going to deal with a girl, concidering they are men. Yes, they are a tad OOC, especially Romano, but I tried to make it a little romancy, as you can tell.
Te quiero- I love you in Spanish
Me amante de tomate- My tomato lover in Spanish (I love this term)
Ti amo, e ho per più tempo- I love you, and I have for the longest time in Italian
Sí, mi amor, por favor- Yes, my love, please in Spanish