"Ugh… Antonio…Is she crying?" Romano grumbled quietly, looking at his fiancé. Spain gave a brisk nod before standing up.
"Do you want me to go check on her Lovi?" Spain looked over at Romano, who nodded and buried his face in a pillow. "I'll take that as a yes then." Spain staggered off to the nursery where his unhappy daughter was wailing. He picked up Camila and held her closely to his chest. Camila continued to wail in his arms, and he hushed her as best as he could. Spain bounced Camila gently in his arms and walked around the room, singing in Spanish. Camila seemed to enjoy this, and finally stopped crying. Spain sighed and looked down at Camila, her green eyes wide, and they had no intention of closing anytime soon. He sat down in the rocking chair in the corner and looked at his watch. 4:07 a.m. He yawned and rocked his crying babe in his arms.
"Antonio…" He heard Romano call from his bedroom. "Is she asleep now?" Romano eventually walked into the nursery. His eyes had dark, black bags under them, and he carried his body around as if it weighed three thousand pounds. Who would blame him? He hadn't slept through the night since Camila was born a six short months ago. Romano let a smile slide off his face when he looked at Camila. All these nights of staying up were worth it in his eyes. His daughter was everything to him, and he couldn't imagine what he would do if Camila wasn't in his life. There was someone in this world who needed him, and loved him the same. Just seeing Camila's bright face brought tears to the Italian's eyes, and Spain instantly noticed. They both looked down at Camila, who gurgled happily with all the attention now on her.
"Oh Camila." Romano said with a sigh. "You love attention." Romano yawned and took Camila from Spain's arms, while Spain glared at Romano for taking away his precious daughter. Let's go get some breakfast, okay?" Romano cooed, and Camila babbled in agreement.
"Ve~! I'll take good care of Cami! You and Antonio have a good night! Ve~" Italy held Camila in his arms happily. Italy's own stomach now carried a baby, and he was in his final months of his term. Of course, much to Romano's dismay, the baby was Germany's.
"Be careful with her Feliciano. Put her to bed by seven and if she wakes up, feed her, or rock her until she goes back to bed. Is that understood?" Romano handed his twin Camila's baby bag, and Italy nodded.
"Ve~ I understand fratello!" Italy looked at Camila, and his smile widened. "I'll see you tomorrow Lovino! Ve~" Italy gave his brother a kiss on the cheek, and walked to the car, where Germany was waiting patiently. Romano watched his brother take away Camila for the night, and then closed the door behind him. Now, where did that Spaniard go?
"Antonio…?" Romano asked to the supposedly empty house until Spain came up from behind him, and pinned Romano to the wall. "The fuck…! What are you doing?" Spain only looked at the Italian hungrily before whispering,
"Oh come now Lovi, you know it's been a while." Spain knew that it had been almost a year since he and Romano had actually done something to each other, considering that Romano was always with Camila, and never stopped to think about things of that sort. Romano stared blankly into Spain's eyes before saying,
"Well, the last time you did that to me I had a kid." Romano sneered. Spain shrugged his shoulders and kissed Romano fully on the lips.
~Tonight would be a grand night~
Well, I thought, what the heck, I'll just continue this story with the seires that I had. And notice in the title, baby is plural. :P