Another month had passed since the couple had found out that Spain was carrying England's child. Spain was extremely happy about the entire thing, having and raising a baby. England, on the other hand, was more reluctant and hesitant on having the baby. He kept this to himself thought and took care of Spain as best as he could. They had both read multiple books on what to expect during the upcoming months of pregnancy and also what to expect during birth and afterward.

"Do you think I can actually give birth to our baby the normal way?" Spain asked. England sighed.

"Spain, I don't think that will be possible. You don't have to proper parts to push the baby out. I'm sure you'll be given a C-section," England replied. Spain just nodded and rubbed his belly. "Spain, don't forget that we have another appointment today. Since you're a male, the doctor wants to make sure everything is going alright with both you and the baby." Spain nodded and smiled at his belly.

"I sure hope the baby kicks soon," he whispered. England smiled a little at him and nodded.

"It would be nice to feel our baby kick." Spain smiled widely at him and nodded happily.

"Exactly!" he chirped rubbing and cooing to his belly. England smiled at the sight and turned back to his embroidery. He had been doing a child design to hang up in the baby's room. He was about one fourth of the way done, for the design was extremely complicated. Suddenly, Spain hissed in pain. England's head jerked upwards towards the Spaniard.

"Spain, what's wrong?" he cried. Spain hissed again in pain, clutching his belly.

"Ow! Ow! England, it hurts!" he wailed, tearing up.

"Spain, is the baby kicking?" he asked. Spain shook his head quickly.

"This is not a kick!" he wailed. England set his embroidery aside and scooped Spain up in his arms. He hurried him out to the car.

"We're going to the doctor now!" he exclaimed as he drove off. "We may be really early, but it doesn't matter! We have to figure out what's going on!" They arrived in half the time that they normally would have, for England was worried about Spain and the baby. Even though he still didn't like the idea of becoming a father so soon into their relationship, he still cared about the baby. England hurried Spain inside. "Something's wrong with him!" he exclaimed. The nurse looked worried and hurried them back to their doctor.

"Doc, help Spain! Something's wrong!" England cried as they burst into the room, startling the doctor. England set Spain down and the doctor hurried over. He began to examine Spain, who was hissing in pain every minute or so. He then checked the belly, a worried look growing over his face. He quickly set up the ultrasound and tried to find the baby. Spain was crying now and the doctor grew more and more worried as he searched for the baby. "What's wrong?" England breathed, shaking slightly. The doctor looked sad as he turned the machine off after having no success of locating the baby.

"I'm so sorry, you two. There's no heartbeat." Spain froze, suddenly scared.

"What?" England cried.

"I'm sorry. The baby is dead," he replied solemnly. "There's been a miscarriage." England was speechless as he stared.

"Excuse me? You can't be serious!" he hissed. The doctor sighed unhappily.

"I'm truly sorry you two," he replied softly. Spain began to silently cry, the pains now stopped. The doctor then began to clean Spain up, who was suddenly covered in blood. England was disgusted and looked away. Spain closed his eyes and cried silently for his dead, unborn baby. Once the doctor was done, he got Spain a brand new pair of boxers and pants. England was truly upset as he led Spain out of the hospital. Spain had not listened to the doctor's advice, too upset to care. England took him home.

For the next few days, Spain had barely eaten anything. England knew he was upset about the baby, but whenever England tried to comfort Spain, Spain pushed him away. England sighed and put his embroidery away, now that it had no use since there was now no baby on its way. England had left Spain alone for a few more days, only seeing him to try and coax him into eating. Spain still would not eat barely anything and became extremely distant from him. England guessed that he was recovering from the loss.

Then a week after the incident, Spain began to go back to being his normal cheerful self. England sighed in relief when Spain started cuddling with him again and talking to him. He also began eating again, which relieved England even more. He smiled whenever Spain would kiss him or held his hand. Spain had finally gotten over the loss of his dead baby. He was still upset, but he began to realize that England was extremely worried, so he decided to change his ways. He got his weight back to the way it was before he got pregnant and he smiled in triumph at this.

"Arthur, can we try for another baby?" Spain asked England one day as they cuddled on the couch, watching the news. England stiffened and looked at the Spaniard carefully.

"Antonio, do you really think that is a good idea?" he asked. Spain nodded slowly.

"Of course!"

"But it's only been a week. I think we should wait a bit longer."

"Arthur, please!" Spain wailed, clutching his arm tightly. England winced in pain, trying to pry Spain off of him.

"Antonio, please be reasonable!" England exclaimed.

"I am being reasonable! I want to try for another baby!" England sighed in annoyance.

"How about in a month we try again, okay? Let's give your body some time to recover." Spain pouted but agreed.

"Okay, fine," he mumbled. England smiled and kissed his forehead.

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Oh no! Poor Spain and England!

Well, at least they're going to try again. I wish them luck

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