A few more months had passed since they had made-up. Spain and England were living just fine in England's house. Spain smiled as he ate a tomato while he was lying down on the couch. England was out grocery shopping, so Spain found a way to entertain himself while England was out. As he took another bite, a queasy feeling rose up from his stomach. He jerked upright and rushed to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. He groaned as his chin rested against the toilet bowl. His stomach lurched and he threw up again. He groaned and wiped his mouth, struggling to stand up on his feet. He stumbled a bit before steadying himself. He brushed his teeth to get rid of the feeling in his mouth. He was confused at this moment. He had been sick for the past couple of weeks and he had no idea why. England had tried multiple times to get him to the hospital but Spain refused, saying he was just fine. Now Spain realized that there seriously was something wrong with him. He made a mental note to have England to schedule a doctor's appointment for him. England's car pulled into the garage and England got out after turning the car off. Spain hurried out to him, tearing up and shaking. He hugged England tightly, crying a bit.

"Spain, what is wrong?" England asked, startled at the sudden hug. He wiped Spain's tears away, looking worried.

"England, I just threw up again! I think you're right! There's something wrong with me!" Spain sniffed, wiping his nose as he looked up at England. England's eyes widened and he sighed.

"Help me carry the groceries inside and we'll go to the doctor. I had already scheduled an appointment for you later today," he replied, opening the trunk up.

"R-Really?" Spain asked, looking shocked. England just nodded, grabbing a couple of bags. Spain picked a couple of bags up as well when a smell hit his nose, making his stomach growl loudly. England looked at him, eyebrow raised. Spain felt his face heat up and he looked embarrassed. "L-Lo siento," he mumbled. England just chuckled and set the bags down on the counter. Spain did the same and looked in the bag, trying to find the source of the food that he was suddenly craving. He found the source and pulled the food out, gasping. It was a bag of uncooked fish.

"Spain, that's tonight's dinner," England mumbled, looking at him.

"Arthur, I'm craving this now!" Spain whined, looking at England. England shook his head and took the fish away from him.

"Sorry, you can have it tonight."

"Arthur!" Spain whined again. England sighed.

"Antonio, later!" he exclaimed. "Let's finish with the groceries." Spain gave it reluctantly and helped England carry in the rest of the groceries. England then announced it was time for Spain's appointment. They got into the car and England drove to the hospital. Spain's stomach growled and the craving for fish and chips increased. He whimpered and held his belly. His eyes widened when he felt something weird. He looked down at his belly, gasping. He lifted up his shirt and touched his belly again. It was harder than normal. England pulled in and parked, getting out. Spain followed him up to the hospital, confused about his hardened belly. England signed them in and then they proceeded to wait until their names were called. It didn't take long and soon Spain was sitting on the table in the doctor's office. The doctor held his clipboard. England had made sure to set the appointment with his own doctor, the one that was specialized in treating nations.

"So, Spain, you think there's something wrong with you," the doctor said and Spain nodded. "What has been happening to you recently?"

"Well, I've been throwing up constantly for the past two weeks. At first, I thought it was nothing, but Arthur knew there was something off. I finally realized that he was right and now we're here."

"I see. Anything else that you've noticed?"

"Well, I suddenly had a craving for fish and chips," he mumbled. "I usually don't eat them, so I thought that this was weird. I've also been extremely tired lately, but I haven't been doing much besides taking care of my small tomato patch in England's garden and that hasn't worn me out before." The doctor wrote some things on the clipboard.

"Okay, Spain, I have a feeling I know what is wrong with you, but I'm going to need you to take a urinal test just to be sure," he replied.

"Also, is my stomach supposed to be hard?" Spain asked, looking at him. The doctor looked at him too.

"Spain, come on. Let's take the test and I'll know for sure if what I think is ailing you is really the cause." Spain nodded and took the small cup from the doctor and went to the bathroom. England looked at the doctor.

"Doc, what's wrong with him?" England asked, looking worried. The doctor sighed.

"Let me test his urine first and then I'll tell you both," the doctor replied. England just nodded and Spain came back with the cup, handing it to the doctor. The doctor took it and left to go test. Spain whimpered and sat down on England's lap. England held him close, rubbing his head.

"Spain, everything will be fine," England whispered, rocking Spain a little bit. Spain sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"England, what if there is seriously something wrong with me?" Spain whispered, shaking a bit.

"Spain, there's nothing seriously wrong with you, I promise," England whispered back, kissing Spain's cheek. Spain closed his eyes and leaned against England, trying to calm himself down. England just held Spain close, waiting for the doctor to come back with the results. Spain was scared when the doctor finally came back half an hour later. "What took you so long?" England asked when he came back.

"I'm sorry, I ran the test a couple of times to make sure this was correct."

"What's wrong with me?" Spain cried.

"Spain, hush, calm down," England whispered. The doctor looked down at the piece of paper, showing the results.

"I'm afraid my calculations were correct. Spain, England, congratulations. You two are going to have a baby." The room went dead silent. Neither Spain nor England breathed as seconds ticked by.

"What?" England asked. Spain didn't say anything, looking down at his stomach.

"Spain is pregnant," the doctor replied.

"He can't be. You bloody git, he's a man! How can he be pregnant?" England cried. The doctor sighed.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. Spain is truly pregnant. If you want, he's far enough along now that we could easily see the baby in an ultrasound," he replied.

"O-Okay..." Spain whispered. "Let's do the ultrasound." The doctor nodded and asked Spain to lie down on the table as he got the machine ready. Spain did so, lifting up his shirt to expose his belly. What Spain didn't notice before was that besides just the hardened belly, that his belly was also forming a small bump. The doctor brought the ultrasound over and squirted some gel on Spain's exposed belly. Spain shivered from the coldness of the gel.

"Burr," he said. The doctor ignored him and used the wand to spread the gel around. He then moved the wand around slowly, trying to locate the baby. He smiled then in triumph as he located it after searching all over.

"I found the baby," he replied. He turned the screen towards Spain and England, zooming in on the baby. He pointed it out. "There's your baby." England and Spain squinted.

"There's nothing there. That is not a baby," England replied, crossing his arms. "This is ridiculous. Spain is not pregnant." The doctor sighed and pointed out each part of the baby. Spain squinted more, trying to see the baby.

"I-I think I see it now," he whispered. England's jaw dropped.

"S-Spain! Are you serious? You seriously think that you're pregnant?" he asked. Spain looked at him and nodded.

"Sí," he replied. England sighed and just shook his head.

"This entire thing isn't right. Spain is a male! How did this happen anyway?" England asked. The doctor sighed.

"Well, something that we have found about you nations is that every male has the ability to become pregnant. Whether you actually do or not is still a mystery to us. Some male nations never get pregnant no matter how many times they have unprotected sex. Others get pregnant on the first try. One of our theories is that maybe it has to do with the relationship between the two having sex." England's face turned a bright red and then so did Spain's.

"Uh..." England said slowly. Spain smiled.

"We must have something very special to have this happen to us," Spain replied, smiling as he took England's hand.

"You said you were craving, well actually the baby, is craving fish and chips, correct?" The doctor asked. Spain nodded eagerly, sitting up.

"Yes!" The doctor smiled and a nurse came in with a plate of fish and chips, giving it to Spain.

"There you go." Spain's eyes widened in happiness and he began to chow down on the dish. England sighed.

"How much should I pay for this?" he asked, pointing to the food.

"Nah, consider it free on my choice," he replied, smiling. England sighed and became nervous on the inside as he thought about the upcoming months of Spain's pregnancy. He had to do his best to take care of him as best as he could. They would also have to read multiple books and research for preparing for the upcoming baby.

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Yay! Spain is pregnant with a baby! Congratulations, you two!

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