A quiet afternoon, well it was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, but as the birds softly chirped, and life went on as normal, however life was anything bur normal for Antonio, and his angry wife, Lovina. She was in the middle of making lunch for him, when he walked in, small droplets of sweat beading off, and the usual Cheshire-cat-worthy goofy grin plastered onto his tanned face. With a small chuckle, he snuck up on her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"b-bastard...n-not now!" Lovina blushed, as she tried to squirm out of his grip. "I-I'm trying to make lunch-c-chigi!" she let out a gasp as he started to play with her curl, spinning it between his fingers, lightly pulling on it...anything to get a reaction out of her. "N-no...n-not now" she ended up dropping the spoon, she was using to stir with. "s-stop...b-bastar-n-nooo"

"sure" he chuckled, and let go of the curl, and sitting down at the table like he normally would. He watched her continue on with their meal, even if she was flustered, and her hands shakily stirring the boiling liquid. Muttering some curses, she seemed to be still dazed by how he could just mess with her curl like that, and then act as if he didn't in the first place, while she...she wasn't so lucky. All of that teasing was finally getting to her, and she just couldn't take it. Turning the stove top off, she quickly found a heat resistant container, and put the lunch in it, before storing it into the refrigerator. "Lovi, what's wrong?" He stood up, and tried to walk over to her, but before he got close enough, she practically tackled him to the ground; he smirked.

Francis and Gilbert were going to visit their friend, and well, Gilbert was going to talk his bestie out of being married to the angry Italian woman, after all, she hated them, and let it be very know how much she hated him, and France. They still couldn't understand why their clueless friend, of all people could fall for the tsundere sister. The were at the door, and about to knock, when they heard a small noise. Francis stopped and turned to his confused friend, who was peeking into the window. His eyes widened in shock, before a devious smirk overpowered his initial surprise.

"I always knew she made him his bitch" he whispered to Francis, who shoved his friend out of the way, and peered inside.

He let out a stifled laugh. "Poor Tonio..." He paused to look at Lovina, earning a small punch on the shoulder.

"Hey! He'll kill you if he finds out you were checking his wife out!" he harshly whispered, remembering how territorial their friend could get, especially when it came right down to Lovina. The last time someone had messed with her, they had been threatened with an axe...let's just say, the remaining BTT learned not to mess with Spain...after all, they wanted to keep their vitals...

France rolled his eyes, and continued to look at Lovina. For a bitch, and all that she was, he couldn't say she was ugly...sure Felicia had more angelic features, but Lovina had that angry dark beuty, that perfectly coincided with her angry personality. He still didn't understand Antonio's taste in women, but he could understand part of why he did love her.

"Francis stop that!" Gilbert punched him again.

Lovina stopped, and looked at the window, but saw nothing. Sighing she got up, and while the BTT managed to hid in a bush, she closed the shades, and covered the windows with the curtains. Sighing she turned to her husband, with an annoyed blush. With a confused expression, he got up, and went over to her, before scooping her up, earning an angry squeal.

"L-let me down!" her entire face was bright red by now, as she angrily, lightly punched his chest, hoping he would get the hint, and put her down, She hated being picked up like that. Absolutely hated it, and here he was, scooping her up, like a helpless little wife. She hated that.

"Just be a good little wife" he chuckled and played with her curl again.

**few weeks later**

"Lovi, what's wrong?" Antonio knelt down, and rubbed Lovina's back, as she once again emptied her stomach into the toilet. The past couple days, she had become even more sluggish, completely neglecting the cleaning, she never really was much of a housewife, but still, she did manage to keep the house in some form of order. She just lazed about, not caring about the chores, and her siestas were even longer now. Plus her tastes were...how would he put this? Strange...

"B-bastard...y-you did this to me!" she yelled in-between throwing up. When she stood up, she glared at him, before flushing, and for some strange reason the sound and sight of her own meal, that she had just lost, caused another wave of nausea to hit, and she quickly got onto the ground, emptying what little she had left, out of her stomach.

"B-but Lovi...w-we're married...t-this was the next step~" he tried to comfort her, but at this point, she was completely upset with him. "f-fine..." he let out a sigh as he placed a box onto the counter. "J-just take this...alright?" and after placing a kiss on the top of her head, he walked out, knowing full well, whenever Lovina got angry, it would be best to get out of her way.

"Stupid bastard..." she muttered, taking the test, and placing it on the counter, glaring at it as if it were cursed. Moving to the sink, she splashed some cold water onto her face, frowning at her won reflection. Over the last couple days, she had been getting up at the most inconvenient times, and had been getting violently sick. First she thought that it was a stomach flu, but even after the small meals that were sure to settle a stomach suffering from the flu, couldn't stay down, she became more suspicious.

She didn't want to be a mother just yet. Sure Felicia was doing well, and by that logic, Lovina knew she probably could too, it's just she didn't want a child. No matter how many times Antonio tried to talk to her about it, she would just banish him to the couch, aka "shitsville for men" and refuse to speak to him until he apologized...

but now...

she was pregnant...

Dropping the test, she looked down at her stomach.

"no..." she sacredly whispered. "please...no" she could feel the tears sting her eyes, as she took a deep breath, that was a little shaken.

"Lovi..." Spain saw the test, and without another word, pulled her into a hug.

"I-I hate you" she sniffled.

"I love you too Lovi" he chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.

A.N. aaaaaaaaand a baby for Antovina

Lovina: what the fuck? and why the messed up pairing name?

Isn't it cute Lovi-kins?

Lovina: *annoyed glare*

well anyway...hope ya enjoyed *giggles* ((side note: it's past midnight, when I just finished this...if you have any baby name requests speak now~

Review awesome readers~))