Spain was now six months pregnant, both girls moving around quite a bit inside of his belly. One of them was pushing against his bladder, causing him to rush to the bathroom to go. Once he was finished, he came back out to find England brewing himself a hot cup of tea. Spain looked at England, who sensed him looking at him and looked up.

"Hello, Spain!" he exclaimed. "Would you like some tea?" Spain shook his head and wobbled over to the table, collapsing into the chair, groaning from the pain. "Spain, you okay?" England looked over at him, worried. Spain nodded slowly.

"Sí," he replied. England shrugged and turned back to his tea. Spain frowned and got up and walked out of the kitchen to the living room, his feet and back killing him. He just needed a good massage from England. But England hadn't given him a back or feet massage in a couple of days now. He used to massage Spain whether Spain asked for it or not every time Spain showed one sign of pain. Now, not only was Spain moody but he ached all over, making his mood worse.

England finished with his tea and poured two mugs for both him and Spain and turned around, expecting to see Spain sitting there but he wasn't. He looked around and headed slowly for the living room, seeing Spain lying down on the couch.

"Spain, I brought you some tea," England replied.

"I said I didn't want any!" Spain snapped. England recoiled in shock, not expecting the tone from Spain.

"Spain, are you okay?" he asked. Spain didn't answer, instead just shifted on the couch. England approached him and set the tea down on the coffee table. "Spain, it will help with your sore muscles. It will help and relax you." Spain frowned and waved his hand, signaling England to leave him alone, but instead knocked the mug out of England's hand, causing hot tea to spill onto England's face and upper chest. He jumped high, yelling out loud.

"OW!" he yelled, jumping back. Spain stood up and poured his own cup of tea over England's head. England cried out loud again. "OW! What in the bloody hell was that for?" he cried.

"Jerk! You've been ignoring me for these past couple of days!" Spain yelled. "I am completely sore and swollen in my feet and back and you think that's all going to go away with a simple, bland cup of tea?" He panted and then turned away, walking away from England, who was still trying to calm down from the pain.

"Spain! Where do you think you are going?" England screamed back. Spain paused and turned towards him.

"Away from you!" he yelled. England growled and quickly caught up to him, grabbing his wrist and jerking him backwards. Spain hissed and fell backward, tripping and falling backwards on top of England. England cried out loud and struggled underneath of Spain, pushing him aside.

"What the hell?" he screamed. "Spain, what is your problem?"
"You're my problem!" Spain cried. "You've been ignoring me! I've been extremely lonely and bored, not to mention both my feet and back are killing me right now! You obviously don't care about me or the babies! Why do I even bother sticking around with you?" He quickly stood up and stormed away from England, heading out into the freezing rain. England blinked and frowned, getting up and chasing after him, grabbing his wrist again.

"Spain, you are not going anywhere in this weather!" England cried. Spain jerked his wrist away from England and hurried over to his car, unlocking it, quickly getting in and locked the door. England rushed after him and tried to open the door, pounding on the window. "Spain! Spain!" Spain frowned and turned the car on, quickly backing up and ran over England's feet. England howled in agony and jumped up and down, holding his injured feet.

"Bloody bastard!" England screamed as Spain drove away and out of sight. He continued to scream curse words at him until five minutes after he was gone. He then sneezed and hurried inside, catching a cold. He cursed himself for letting Spain go. "Bloody hell!" he yelled, kicking the umbrella stand over.

Spain drove away, tearing up, causing his vision to go blurry. The constant and hard rain didn't help. Spain didn't realize he had driven out into an ice storm. He then hit an ice patch and his car swerved out of control, causing the passenger side to ram into a pole. Spain jerked forward, crying hard as he hit his head, knocking himself out.

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Oh no! Spain!

And this is the fight that was their most recent one, the one that lasted for a month during Spain's entire six month of pregnancy.

And sorry I posted so many at one time. I was at work and it was so dull, so I brought my computer with me and typed a bunch of chapters up, since I basically did nothing for five hours. And since I didn't have internet connection over there I had to wait until I came home to post them all.

Anyway please review!