For the first time in a long time, Romano slept in. Spain woke up first, and wrapped one of his arms around his lover's waist. "Good morning my sweet little tomato~" Spain kissed Romano's cheek gently and tried to recap the nights events. He paled slightly of the thought of Romano getting pregnant again, but brushed it out of his mind. Romano would kill Spain if he was knocked up again, for he was already going crazy with Camila around.
"Fuck… Morning." Romano said groggily, looking up at Spain. He rolled over to face the Spaniard, who smiled brightly.
"How did you sleep?" Spain asked, patting Romano's nose. He once again pressed his lips onto the smaller nations, stealing another kiss. Romano didn't struggle this time, and let the Spaniard enjoy the moment.
"It was fine. What's wrong with your face? You look like you're going to fucking faint." Romano said, looking at Spain.
"Nothing Lovi… I was thinking about what would happen if we had another child, or two." Spain said nervously, waiting for Romano's reaction.
"I don't want to think about that Antonio. It was hard enough the first time. But eventually, that'd be nice."
~*** TIME SPAN OF FOUR MONTHS HERE ***~
"Come on Camila, why won't you eat? You eat when your Mama feeds you." Spain tried to get his daughter to eat, but she wouldn't put the mashed tomatoes in her mouth.
"Mama!" She cried, turning her head away from the spoon. Her hair was pulled up into pigtails, which was thick and poufy. She was just as stubborn as her mother, who had left early in the morning to go somewhere, which was odd, considering the fact, that Romano didn't leave a note as to where he was going. Probably off to go help Italy again with his son, Carlo. Spain brushed it off and again tried to get Camila to eat.
"Oi, Feliciano, can I use your bathroom please?" Romano asked quietly, trying not to wake the baby that was sleeping upstairs. Feliciano nodded, and Romano excused himself to the restroom, awaiting the results of the pregnancy test he took. He wouldn't dare take it while Spain was at home, so he just took it when he went over to Italy's home that day. He knew that when he and Spain had sex four months ago, something was bound to happen to him. Romano grabbed the test that was sitting by the bathroom sink and sighed. Two pink lines. He was pregnant, again. Romano's eyes filled with tears as he threw it out and washed his hands. Another long nine months, and then another child would be in his life. He walked out of the bathroom, wiping his eyes.
"Ve~ What's wrong fratello?" Italy asked, standing up. "Why are you crying?" Romano looked at his twin and muttered quietly.
"I'm pregnant…Again." Italy's eyes went wide and he looked at Romano, smiling brightly.
"Ve~ Yay for you and Antonio!" Italy ran up to Romano and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you Feli, but I'm not going to tell him, well not right now. We have too much to worry about than another baby. I should get going too; I don't want to be here when the potato bastard gets home. Give Carlo another kiss from me." Romano gave his brother a kiss on the cheek, and walked out of the house.
"Ciao Lovi!" Italy cried to the door.
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"Well Mr. Vargas, you are indeed pregnant again. You're four months into it, and your children are doing just fine." Romano nodded, but paused for a minute.
"Wait, what do you mean…? Children…?" Romano paled at the thought of having more than one baby at a time.
"Oh, yes, I mean more than just one baby. Mr. Vargas, you're pregnant with triplets. As you can tell, you're quite big for someone at four months, your stomach is already rounded and beginning to bulge." Romano's stomach was tied in knots, each getting tighter and tighter as the doctor spoke. "Also, you might want to take it easy these next five months. You don't want these kids coming early." The doctor noticed Romano's facial expression and chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"Thank you for your information, I appreciate it." Romano shook the doctor's hand and hurriedly left the doctor's office. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Romano cried when he got into his car. "What am I going to do? What am I going to say to Antonio! I'm screwed!" Romano looked down at his cell phone, and pondered the idea of calling Spain. He picked up the phone and called Spain nervously.
"Hola Lovi! Where are you? Camila won't eat unless you feed her." Spain said cheerily into the phone.
"I need to tell you something important Antonio and I need you to listen to me." Romano's hands were shaking violently and he didn't even wait for Spain to respond. "I'm pregnant again with three kids." He said quickly, and hung up. He didn't want to know Spain's reaction, well, not right now. He turned on the car and drove around, not planning on going home.
"Feliciano, I need to tell me where Lovi is! He won't answer my calls, and now I'm even more concerned that he's pregnant again!" Spain was sobbing hysterically while Italy tried to calm him down.
"Ve~ Antonio it's going to be fine! Fratello will come home soon!" Italy was also worried, but he did his best to try and not let Spain panic. Italy had great timing, for as soon as he said that, Romano walked through the door, his eyes red and puffy.
"Never mind Feli, he's home now." Spain hung up and looked over at Romano.
"What do you want, you fucking bastard?" Romano said, one hand on his stomach.
"What do you mean by that? You haven't answered any of my calls, and I've been worried sick Lovi! How do you think that makes me feel?" Spain cried, not meaning to lash out at his fiancé, but the words just kept coming out of his mouth. "Why were you so selfish Lovi? Why are you such an ass sometimes?" Spain instantly regretted the words that came out of his mouth, and Romano broke down into hateful sobs.
"Just leave me alone, if I'm such an ass. Get the fuck out of my house." Romano said calmly. "You can just… be your normal self again. Get out." Spain was too angry to think straight, and he ran out, slamming the door behind him.
There we go, I had to knock up Lovino one last time, and I had to make it bad. : P I wanted to make them argue, and Spain left! D : The evil man. He'll be back… I hope.