Spain was woken up by the phone ringing right next to his ear. He groaned as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He then forced himself to cheer up as he answered the phone, putting it up to his ear.

"Hola?" he asked.

"'Toni, hello. Um, just calling to make sure you're ready for your appointment today," England replied from the other end. Spain froze, suddenly whirling around to look at the clock behind him. He didn't realize how late he had slept in.

"I'll be ready soon!"

"Okay, good," he replied. "I'm almost home from my meeting with my boss, so once I get there, we'll leave."

"Okay."

"Okay, well, bye," England replied. "And I'll see you in a bit." Spain just nodded as he hung up and quickly rushed off to his room to get dressed. He grabbed his favorite shirt and pulled it over his head and then stopped when he couldn't pull it down. He frowned and looked down. His belly was bigger than he had thought. He became dumbfounded as he stared at his belly. It wasn't supposed to be this big! He was only four months along; what was going on? He lost his focus on getting ready and jumped a bit when England's car horn honked.

"Crap," he hissed, pulling the shirt off and trying to find a larger one. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, tying them so that they fit his stomach. He sighed and grabbed a nightshirt from his drawer and pulled it on, then hurried outside, locked the front door and hurried out to the car. He got in the passenger seat and England was frowning at him.

"Bloody hell, what took you so long?" he asked.

"A-Artie...look at this," Spain said as he lifted up his shirt. England looked down and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Bloody hell..." England gasped.

"This is what took me so long. I couldn't figure out why I was so big! I'm only 12 weeks along! I wasn't this big last time! I've been counting! But none of my shirts fit me! So I had to scurry around to find a giant-night shirt." England looked at the shirt and blushed.

"You're wearing one of my shirts," he whispered, looking embarrassed. Spain looked down and noticed.

"Oops," he replied sheepishly. England chuckled and backed out.

"It's okay; you can go ahead and wear it. But this means we'll have to go shopping for maternity clothes for you if you're already this big and none of your clothes fit you." England pulled into the hospital parking lot and suddenly had trouble finding a spot. He drove around forever. "What the bloody hell is going on?" he cried. "We're already late enough!"

"Lo siento," Spain whispered.

"'Toni, it's not your fault."

"But I..." he started to say, but England silenced him. They continued to drive around, still having no success. Even the far back parking spots were full. England was then forced to park in the grass. They got out and began the long trek towards the front door. England supported Spain as they walked along as quickly as possible. England was angrily muttering under his breath because they were late and there were no available parking spots. England held the front door open for Spain and they both gasped. There was a hugely long line and people were getting extremely irritated.

"Artie, what do we do?" Spain whispered. England took his hand and led him past the entire line towards the door leading back to their rooms. Everyone began to immediately complain as they did this though, causing Spain to flinch.

"Spain, relax," England hissed. "My doctor is open. He only checks on me, nobody else."

"HEY! YOU TWO CAN JUST STOP RIGHT THERE!" somebody screamed. Spain paused and turned around. "You two have to wait at the end of the line just like the rest of us had to! You can't just skip ahead of all of us! Who do you think you are?" A man in his late thirties was the one that was talking. He was about in the middle of the line and was looking extremely irritated. "I have been waiting here for over an hour!"

"Bloody hell," England hissed and pulled Spain through the door.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL FROM THE REST OF US?" England paused and looked back.

"Everything," he smirked and shut the door behind him.

"What's wrong with everybody?" Spain asked as they entered their room and shut the door again. The doctor looked up and sighed.

"We're extremely understaffed right now and the only person who can work the front desk is an intern and has no idea what's she's doing. The rest of the employees know less than she does, so they can't help her. I feel horrible that I can't see other clients but I've signed a contract with Parliament saying I can only treat England himself and other nations if they are visiting and get injured." He shrugged. "I get paid more than the rest, so I'm not complaining."

"Do the other employees know that you can only treat nations?"

"No. I was forbidden to tell them. Don't you have your own doctor back home, Spain?"

"Sí, but his rules are a bit different. He doesn't work in a hospital and he comes to my house whenever I need him. His materials are paid for by my government and he keeps them all in his van," Spain replied, shrugging.

"Ah, I see." Footsteps were heard approaching their door and then stopped in front of it.

"Whose room is this? I have never seen it open."

"I do not know nor will the doctor in there tell me why he won't see clients," replied the stressed out nurse.

"What? He won't see clients? What kind of doctor is he?"

"He only sees one client and recently there's been another client with him that he sees as well."

"Would those two be those men that just came back here and skipped the entire line?"

"Yes."

"Bloody gits!" he hissed.

"Please do not say such rude things. You're in a hospital," the nurse replied bitterly.

"What's so special about those two people anyway? They're just bloody people. Why do they need a specific doctor?"

"Do not ask me these things. I do not have the answer to them. Now, come along. We need to keep moving." They walked away, and Spain sighed.

"So, you two here for another ultrasound?" the doctor asked. Spain nodded.

"Doc, before we begin, can I ask you something?" Spain questioned. The doctor nodded, looking at him. "How come my belly is so big? I'm not that far along!" The doctor smiled.

"I believe you are pregnant with twins, Spain."

"Twins?" England and Spain cried together. The doctor smiled and nodded.

"Yes, twins. Now, Spain, go ahead and proceed to lie down so we can have a look at these twins of yours." Spain nodded and did as requested. The doctor turned the machine on and spread the gel around. He easily found the first baby. "There's your baby." He showed them the screen..

"Could we perhaps have a few pictures of them both?" England asked.

"Of course." The doctor began to record the images onto his computer and printed them out. "Now, let's find the other child." He located their other baby, who was on the other side of Spain's stomach. "Now, would you like to know the gender?"

"Gender? You say it like they're the same gender."

"They are, I mean, after all, they're identical." He smiled as he watched Spain and England's eyes widen in surprise.

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Yay! Spain's pregnant with the twins now!

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