Two months
Two fucking months
Lovino was currently sitting on the edge of the bathtub, unsurprisingly, holding a pregnancy test in his hands. A pregnancy test with a little "-" sign on it which told him for the millionth time that he was out of luck, there was no baby.
Still, after two months of taking that stupid fertility medication and testing his ovulation dates for what? Absolutely nothing! It was so frustrating! How could there still be nothing?!
"That medicine was just a waste of time." Lovino mumbled to himself, snapping the test in half.
Every day for the past two months, he had been checking his ovulation dates. Last month, on his most fertile day, they tried for a baby. That should have been the end of of it. He should have gotten pregnant. But no. The universe had to curse him and allow the test to come up negative. Now, on his most fertile day this month (which was about two weeks ago), they tried again. Surprise, surprise, nothing again. The pills should have worked! But they didn't.. What was he to do now?
Walking downstairs in to the living room, Lovino hadn't noticed but he was pouting with a scowl on his face.
"Lovi I'm home!"
Great, just what I need. Lovino thought sarcastically.
The Italian nation hated to admit it but lately Antonio had also been frustrating him. He was too damn cheery and way too optimistic for him, it was annoying! How could that bastard walk around with a smile on his face while they had their hopes and dreams crushed about every two weeks or so?
Antonio had also noticed the change in attitude from his lover. Lovino seemed so distant and frustrated lately. Usually, he had a slight attitude but Antonio always knew he never meant the harsh words or was only joking. Now, the Italians words dripped with venom and it was hard to ignore them. It was also hard to ignore Lovino avoiding and ignoring him at times. But Antonio had told himself to just suck it up, that Lovino was probably just stressed out. Hell, so was he.
"Yea, yea yea." Lovino muttered, plopping down on the couch.
The Spanish nation walked in to the living room, cheerful as always. He came up behind the couch and leaned over it to kiss Lovino's cheek. Lovino groaned in response, moving away from the other.
"Lovi, is everything-"
"It was negative again." Lovino quietly spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just like it always is."
"Lovino, don't worry." Antonio began. "We can try again."
"Yea, we try again and get no where." Lovino snapped. "We try again and it comes up negative."
"Well maybe this time-"
"Toni I'm tired of hearing you say that." Lovino stood up off the couch. "You always say, 'maybe next time' and then when next time comes we get nowhere! Im tired of it Toni!"
"Lovino! You have to stay positive! How can you expect to get through this being so pessimistic?" Antonio retorted.
"Yea well when are you gonna get your god damn head out of the clouds!" Lovino argued back. "You're so fucking oblivious! And all you do is skip around the house acting all cheerful. You act like we're not going through problems! Stop acting so fucking cheerful!"
"At least I'm not walking around here acting like a little puta!" Antonio yelled.
This was something rare. They never argued, and no one really ever heard Antonio shout. The sudden shout startled Lovino but more importantly, it angered him.
"Listen here you son of a-" Lovino began however, he was quickly cut off by their house phone ringing.
Their heads quickly looked at the phone sitting in the receiver on the coffee table. Lovino, with out a word, reached toward it and picked it up.
"Pronto?" He answered.
There was a brief silence and all Antonio could do was stand there and register what had just happened. How could he say something like that to his lover? They were both stressed right now, he certainly didn't mean what he said and he was sure Lovino didn't mean what he said too.
Antonio watched as Lovino's features turned to shock. "O-Okay, we'll be right there." That's all he said before putting the phone down.
"Lovino, what's wrong?" The Spaniard asked worriedly.
"It's Veneziano." Lovino answered before walking over and grabbing his sweater off of a living chair. "He went in to labor, the baby should be here soon. Come on."
The whole drive to the hospital, both Lovino and Antonio were silent. Neither of them spoke a word. The tension in the car was so thick, it was killing Lovino. He wanted to say something, anything for that matter. He wanted to apologize but the words never found their way to his mouth. And so, they were stuck in a silence that seemed to go on forever.
That is until they reached the hospital. When the stepped inside, Lovino quickly made his way to the front desk, he was in such a rush, he had almost asked for 'Italy Veneziano' instead of Feliciano Vargas. The receptionist told him that Feliciano was in a room upstairs but was still in delivery so he couldn't be seen.
"Toni! Lovino!"
Lovino and Antonio looked toward the direction of the obnoxious german accent. None other than Gilbert himself was walking into the lobby from the cafe with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hola, Gil." Antonio greeted with a small wave.
"You don't sound so enthusiastic to be seeing your bestest friend in the whole wide world! Well besides Francy pants." Gil smiled before chuckling.
"How long has Feli been back there?" Lovino asked curiously.
"A couple of hours. I lost track." Gilbert answered.
"Is Roddy with you?" Antonio asked.
"Ah no, he complained about swollen ankles and that he'd be here later, blah blah blah y'know pregnant people stuff." Gilbert explained before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Lovino!"
"Who the hell is calling my name now?" Lovino wondered, looking over at the hospital doors.
Walking in through the doors came the third Italy brother, Seborga. The micronation smiled brightly, Lovino couldn't help noticing how much he looked like Veneziano when he smiled.
"Oh hi, Romeo." Lovino greeted his brother, surprisingly giving the other a hug.
"How's Feli?" Romeo asked.
"I'm not sure. Toni and I just got here." Lovino replied.
"Oh. I forgot to say hi to you, Antonio, sorry about that." Seborga apologized.
"It's fine." Antonio smiled sincerely.
"Oh and I forget your name." Romeo said, pointing to Gilbert.
"I AM THE AWESOME PRUS- I MEAN GILBERT!" Gil exclaimed.
"Mr. Vargas, Mr. Beilschmidt."
Lovino's eyes fluttered opened slowly, looking up at the woman in front of him. How much time had passed? He wasn't even aware he had fallen asleep.
"Sí?" Lovino asked, sitting up straight .
He had been laying his head on Antonio's shoulder, the hunched position was definitely taking it's toll on his body. Looking over at Antonio, he was asleep as well. So were Gilbert and Romeo.
"Gil, you potato bastard, wake up!" Lovino said, reaching over his lover to shake the sleeping German on the other side of him.
"Ja! Ja! I'm awake!" Gil suddenly burst out groggily even though he was clearly snoring moments before.
The outburst cause both Antonio and Romeo to jolt awake.
"W-What's going on?" Antonio asked, rubbing his eyes.
"You can see Mr. Vargas now, I'll take you up to the room." The woman, who was clearly a nurse, informed them.
All four of them nodded and stood up. The elevator ride up to the 7th floor was a bit nerve wracking. Lovino couldn't help thinking how odd it would be seeing Feli with a baby, like an actual baby of his own.
"Here we are." The nurse smiled, opening up the room door.
In the center of the room was a hospital bed, different machines circled around it. Laying on the bed was Feli, a small bundle in his arms. Ludwig was seated in the chair beside the bed, lovingly gazing over Feli and their newborn.
"Ve~ You guys are here." Came the hoarse voice of Feliciano, he sounded a bit weak. "Oh Romeo, you're here!"
"Yea I wouldn't miss this for anything." Romeo smiled.
The four of them walked over to the bed to get a better look of the baby. Antonio was startled when he felt Lovino grasp onto his hand, he still felt things between them left off awkwardly what with the fight and all. He really didn't expect the gesture from Lovino.
"Ah west, the kid looks awesome!" Gil exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down dummkopf, he's asleep." Ludwig warned.
"Too late for that." Feli mumbled just as the newborn opened it's eyes. "Would you like to hold him, Lovino?"
Lovino's face instantly flushed and he suddenly grew flustered. "I uh- are you sure it's okay?"
"Ve~ Of course it's okay." Feli smiled kindly. "Here."
Lovino stretched out his arms as his younger brother placed the baby in them. Once he held the baby properly, Lovino could get a good look at his little face.
Dio, he looks so much like Feli. Lovino thought.
The baby's hair was an auburn sort of color, it was nearly 2 shades lighter than Feli's. His eyes, which were staring up into his uncle's, were blue but a few shades darker than Ludwig's. His little nose already looked like Feli's and his lips were as thin as Ludwig's. In short, the baby was simply adorable.
Tears started building up in Lovino's eyes and he bit down on his lip. He was supposed to be happy for Feli! Not grieve over the fact that he could never have this.. he shouldn't be upset at a time like this. It took all his might and yet, the tears started to flow and within moments, he had tears evenly streaming down his cheeks.
Antonio gently placed a hand on Lovino's back. This was hard on both of them, he knew that much.
"W-What's his name?" Lovino asked shakily.
"Lukas.. Lukas Lovino Beilschmidt." Feliciano answered.
Lovino paused looking over at his little brother. Did he hear him correctly?
"His middle name.. is Lovino?" Lovi questioned.
Feliciano smiled, lying back. "Sí. It suites him, no?"
A smile couldn't help itself from appearing on Lovino's face and he nodded, looking back to his tiny nephew. "It suites him perfectly."
After about an hour, Romeo said his goodbyes and left for home. Gilbert did as well, saying he'd be back tomorrow with Austria as well and possibly Hungary. However, Lovino and Antonio decided to stay over night, Lovino wanted to be here for his little brother.
It was 2:00 am, everyone was asleep, well almost everyone that is. Feli was sound asleep in bed, Ludwig was asleep in the chair beside him and Antonio was asleep on the couch in the room. Lovino couldn't sleep, not with everything going through his mind.
The baby was fast asleep in his arms, Lovino admired the feeling of holding the newborn. Feli requested that the baby sleep in the room that night and since Lovino couldn't sleep, he decided to hold the little one for a bit.
"You're so adorable." Lovino whispered to the sleeping baby. "Feli's lucky. I wish I was this lucky." He paused for a moment as the baby shifted in it's blanket. "I don't think I'll ever have a bambino, I wish I could though. Then you would have a cousin to play with." Lovino smiled to himself. "I could imagine you two playing together. I bet my bambino would probably get you both in a lot of trouble. Im only saying that because I used to be a trouble maker when I was little, I imagine my bambino would be the same." A small sigh escaped his lips and he sunk lower in his seat of the comfy chair. "Maybe that'll happen one day, I hope it does."
The Italian nation's hazel eyes looked over at his sleeping lover on the couch as tears threatened his eyes, his voice grew even softer. "But I don't think it ever will."
Morning came around rather quickly. When Antonio awoke, he could see that Lovino had gone off some where, he wasn't in the room. Still in a groggy state, he tried to think of where his lover could be. The Spaniard concluded that he was probably out getting something to eat. He would just have to go downstairs and see if he was right.
Meanwhile, downstairs, in the cafe, Lovino was sitting by himself, sipping on coffee. The nation had no appetite, he couldn't stomach anything. He felt so numb.. He knew he should be celebrating the birth of his nephew but it was hard when he was so upset over this, about not having his own baby.
"May I sit here?"
Lovino looked to see Antonio standing in front of him, a weary grin on his face.
"Why not." Lovino nodded before sipping his coffee.
Antonio took a seat across from Lovino. "I'm sorry." the Spaniard spoke quietly.
Lovino sighed looking up and meeting his lover's gaze. "No, I'm sorry.. I've just been stressed out, I didn't mean to snap at you."
"I know you're stressed, so am I, amor." Antonio admitted. "But things will get better."
Lovino sipped his coffee before speaking again. "You think so?"
"Sí, I do." The spanish nation nodded with a smile.
His smile was infectious, Lovino couldn't help smiling himself. Antonio leaned in and pressed his lips against Lovino. Their lips moved in sync in a sweet kiss. Antonio ran his hand through Lovino's hair, accidentally brushing up against his lover's curl which resulted in a moan.
"T-Toni~" Lovino moaned against Antonio's lips.
"Aye, lo siento, mi amor." The other apologized.
"Do it again.." Lovino breathed.
"Again?" Antonio smirked before gliding his fingers over the curl.
Lovino bit his lip before saying, "There's a bathroom down the hall.."
"There is? Lucky for us." Antonio murmured.
Lovino abandoned his coffee on the table and grabbed Antonio's wrist, pulling him out of the cafe so they could "make up" properly in the bathroom stalls.
((A/N: Thank you guys for reading! I'm so happy you guys enjoy the story! It's funny to think I was never gonna even upload it.
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