Just like England had promised, they tried again for another baby a month later. As they lay holding each other close, panting and sweating, England prayed that it had worked. Spain wished for the same thing as England, hoping it had worked as well. The only thing bothering them both is that the doctor told them they would have to wait at least 48 hours before being able to see any kind of result. This upset them both as they didn't want have to wait so long before they knew if Spain was pregnant again or not. The doctor, not wanting to hear them constantly complain, dismissed them. They had immediately headed home to try for another baby.

The next two days were complete and absolute hell for the couple. When the third day finally arrived, Spain had quickly grabbed the test from England and rushed into the bathroom, struggling to get his pants unzipped and pulled down. England paced back and forth in the hallway outside of the bathroom. Spain took the test and sat on the toilet, shaking as he stared at the small stick in his hand. Once the result finally showed up, Spain shook and began to cry, throwing the test against the wall, shattering it. England quickly came in.

"Spain, what happened? What did it say?" he asked.

"It was negative!" Spain cried, clinging onto England. England stuttered a bit, shocked, but held Spain and tried to soothe him.

"Spain, shh," he whispered as Spain continued to cry against his chest, wetting his shirt. "We'll try again tomorrow."

"Can't we try again tonight?" Spain sniffed, looking up at England. "I want to try again tonight." England sighed.

"We'll try again tomorrow, Spain, I promise. Let's just go to sleep tonight." Spain sighed and gave in. England led him to bed and they both curled up together. England fell asleep quickly, while Spain stayed awake that night, praying with all of his might that it would work next time. Sadly, it didn't.

A few more months had passed with Spain and England constantly trying to conceive another baby with no success. England groaned after about the hundredth test that was negative. Spain had begun to sulk again, just like he always did every time the test was negative.

"This isn't working, Artie," Spain mumbled. "I think we should just give up. I'm not going to get pregnant." England frowned and grabbed Spain's hand as he threw the test away.

"'Toni, don't say that! You've gotten pregnant already, it can happen again! We just can't give up!"

"It's not working," Spain said again. England hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead.

"'Toni, we can't give up now!"

"We can and we will," Spain replied. England paused, contemplating the man before him with annoyed eyes.

"'Toni, stop spewing out nonsense," England replied. "Bloody hell, we just can't give up. We've been trying so hard to make you pregnant! I thought this is what you wanted?"

"Yes, I wanted to be pregnant, not for it to keep failing every time!" England took both of Spain's hands, looking at him carefully.

"'Toni, let's give it one more try, okay? If it doesn't work, then we'll stop for awhile before starting up again, okay?" England whispered. Spain blinked and thought it over before nodding.

"O-Okay, we'll give it one more shot," he replied. England smiled and took Spain to bed once again. This time, before they began their love making, Spain cooed and rubbed his belly, telling it to become pregnant this time. England smiled and then copied Spain once he was finished. England then felt a spark fly from his fingertips and Spain jerked, hissing quietly.

"What was that? That hurt!"

"Sorry, 'Toni," England replied. England leaned forward and kissed Spain, preparing to enter him. Spain moaned quietly as he did so. Once England was satisfied with his depth, he began thrust in and out. Spain moaned quietly, holding onto the man above him firmly. England smirked as he went faster and deeper; Spain moaned louder each time his sweet spot was hit. It didn't take long for them to reach their climax, England filling Spain up and Spain spilling out all over their chests. They were panting and slightly sweating. England held onto Spain, rubbing the back of his head as Spain buried his face into England's chest.

"Oh, 'Toni, I sure hope this works this time," England whispered. Spain nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around England's neck.

"Me too," Spain whispered into England's chest. England held him close as they fell asleep. The next two days passed and Spain and England were watching the test anxiously as they waited for the result. As the time drew closer for it to be revealed, Spain whimpered and looked away.

"Artie, I can't watch," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Tell me what it says." He shook as he waited for the results from England when England gasped loudly. Spain whirled around and he froze, staring at the tiny stick in his hand. A pink plus sign was staring back at him. It only took two seconds of dead silence before England scooped Spain up off his feet in celebration.

"It worked! It finally worked! You're pregnant again, Spain!" England exclaimed. Spain laughed happily as he hugged England tightly.

"I'm so relieved it worked this time!" Spain then paused, looking up at England. "Artie...what was that spark anyway? Two nights ago, I mean." England looked at him, smile barely on his face.

"Spain, I..." he started to say.

"Artie, what happened?" Spain whispered. "Did you do something to make me get pregnant?"

"Spain, I had no idea what that was. I truly do not know," England whispered. Spain just nodded and put a hand over his belly, smile rising to his lips quickly as they held each other.

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Bleh, I think this is just a filler chapter...

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