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Author's note:
I love Spamano too much.
Translations (in order of appearance):
(Italian)
siesta: nap
Pregnancy treated Romano fairly well.
Sure, he had the negative symptoms of frequent urination, "morning" sickness, fatigue, to name a few, but his mood wasn't as sour. In fact, the Italian's mood was actually favorable due to hormones.
During the earlier days of his first pregnancy, Romano would often feel needy, wanting Spain to be at his side at all times. Spain loved this; there was nothing that made him happier than to spend time with the younger nation.
"Spain!" Romano whined while laying down, getting ready for another siesta—he often napped more during these days considering the toll the whole ordeal was taking on his body, "Spain!"
Spain rushed off to Romano's aid as soon as he heard him call. He found the Italian curled up in a fetal position on their bed.
"Come lay down with me already," Romano demanded in a cry, "I'm lonely. Stupid Spain."
Spain smirked, filled with glee, and obeyed the order.
He really loved his little tomato and the tomato that was growing within his first tomato.
Author's note:
The way I worded that last sentence is weird.