"Welcome home Camila!" Spain said, walking into Romano's home, carrying Camila in his arms. Romano followed Spain, muttering softly in Italian. Camila had already proven herself as a good baby, rarely crying and always was looking up at her parents with an interesting expression. She quietly sucked on Spain's finger and looked at her new surroundings. Romano smiled lightly at Camila's expression, and then walked into the nursery.
"It's this way bastard." Romano said, chuckling quietly. Spain rolled his eyes and followed, muttering in Spanish about Romano's foul language around Camila. Romano wasn't swearing as much, but he still had a colorful language. Camila was curious about her new surroundings, and was looking around to see if she could see something that she knew. She looked up at Spain and gave a small, childlike sigh. There he was! Spain smiled gently and tapped her nose with his finger. Camila looked shocked at what had just happened, and then began to look around again. Romano had already walked upstairs and into their bedroom where the crib was. During the first months she would sleep in their room, and then she would sleep in the nursery when she was a couple of months old. Spain bounced Camila in his arms gently, and Camila gurgled happily. She was already such a good baby. Romano turned around and looked down at Camila. Camila happily looked up at Romano, and sighed. It was nice to have her home, and she was always happy, never grumpy like he was. He already acted like Spain, always so happy and smiling.
"Lovi, why are you crying?" Spain looked over at Romano, who had tears streaming down his face. Romano glared at Spain, who had his hand gently on the back of his daughter's head.
"Nothing, you bastard, just leave me the fuck alone!" Romano cried, and stormed off to his bedroom. Spain looked down at Camila, confused beyond belief.
"Camila, your father is so odd. In the best way possible way though." Spain smiled brightly, and Camila responded with a yawn. Spain chuckled and hummed a lullaby to Camila. She closed her eyes, and after several minutes dozed off in Spain's arms. After he put the baby for a small nap, he walked up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door. "Lovi, open the door." Spain said, giving the door a sharp bang. "Please." Romano opened the door, tears streaming down his face.
"The fuck you want…?" Romano sobbed, and Spain could barely make out what he was saying. "Go away." Romano was about to close the door on Spain's face, until Spain held it open.
"I want to see that you're okay Lovi. You don't seem to be very happy." Spain opened the door, and stepped in. "You can tell me Lovi, you know you can."
"She already… you… her…" Romano cried, and tried to bring himself together. "She already smiles, and is always looking for you, not me. She's just you. I'm always so… not like that!" Romano cried and Spain wrapped his arms around the smaller nations. Romano allowed himself to be held in Spain's arms and sobbed.
"Shush Lovi… It's going to be fine. She loves you too, don't worry about it." Spain hugged Romano tightly and kissed Romano's forehead. Romano finally hugged Spain back, and had stopped shedding his tears. Spain kissed Romano softly on the lips, and they enjoyed a brief moment of silence.
Then, there was a cry that echoed throughout the house, and the long journey of parenthood began.
There's the last chapter! Sorry it took me so long to reply, I've had a lot of problems like strep, shoulder issues, pulled muscles, and such. I really hoped you've enjoyed this, and I will be doing a small series after this, and I hope some of you read that as well!