Romano had always hated parties, so he didn't want a baby shower.
Spain thought otherwise.
"Oh come on Lovi! Why don't you want a baby shower? I think that you should, let people give the baby things! It'll be cute to see what people give her." Spain argued with Romano as best he could. He couldn't seem to understand as to why Romano didn't want a baby shower. Spain had been to one before, and he found it simply adorable.
"Because I don't fucking want one!" Romano replied. "Why don't you just say no and drop it?" Romano had a hand on his stomach and one waving frantically in the air. "I don't like parties Antonio." Romano gave Spain a glare.
"At least let Feliciano, Francis, and Gilbert come over! Please." Spain said pleadingly.
"Fine, but no Francis, I can't stand his fucking French guts, and you of all people should know that." Spain nodded, and dashed off to start preparing for the party.
"Lovi, they're here!" Spain called from the doorway. Romano looked over at the door and glared angrily at Spain.
"Fuck, okay then. Let them in, I guess." Romano responded from the couch. He didn't want to even know if Spain had followed his orders of not inviting France, but he just had to deal with these people for a couple of hours. It couldn't possibly be that bad, right? Romano brushed the thought away, and went back to staring at the floor.
"Ve~ Ciao Fratello!" Feliciano said happily and ran over to Romano. "How's the bambino? Ve~" Feliciano was his usual oblivious self, and Romano sighed with irritation. "Fratello? Ve~ He's not that happy right now. Ve~ I brought some clothes for the bambino!" Italy gave a pink bag to Romano, filled with baby clothes and toys. Romano saw the baby trinkets and smiled.
"Thanks." Romano said quietly.
"When will the bambino be born? Ve~" Italy asked. "I'm hungry, is there any pasta?" Italy stood up, waiting for Romano's response.
"In a couple of weeks, fuck I don't even know anymore." Romano rubbed his stomach and looked over at Italy. "Yeah, there's some in the kitchen."
"Hey 'Tonio! The awesomeness is here! Where's our fucked Italian?" Prussia waltzed into the house with his normal swagger. "There he is! I bet that baby is going to be awesome, but not as totally awesome as me." Romano glared at Spain, ready to kill him.
"Gil… Play it nice." Spain said, nudging him gently.
"If you don't, I'll kick your fucking ass after Camila is born." Romano snapped. "Antonio, you'll get it later." Romano let out a small, painful sigh, and looked in Prussia's direction. The pain in Romano's stomach lingered for a couple of more seconds, and he let out a painful squeak that caught Spain's attention.
"Lovi? Are you okay?" Spain asked, and looked over at Romano.
"I'm fine, she just moved around a shitload. Fuck that hurt." Spain didn't believe that it was more than just a simple kick; he had never reacted like that to one before.
"I hope that it doesn't happen again." Spain said. "Gil, do you want some food? Feliciano's in the kitchen making or getting pasta." Spain pushed Prussia into the kitchen and ran to Romano. "Are you sure you're okay? You're three days past you're due date." Spain was very worried for Romano, and he let it show across his face completely.
"I'm fine… Stop worrying about me Antonio FUCK!" Romano let out another moan of pain and Spain ran to the phone. "Holy shit!" Romano closed his eyes and inhaled shakily.
"Come on Lovi! We need to get you to the hospital, and fast!"
Author's Note: Ah, chapter nine… Next chapter will be the birth of Camila, so it might take a while for me to write. Thanks for all the reviews, and I will be doing a series about the two of them raising Camila.