"Am I a bad person for being upset over this?"
"Well I don't think so, dude. I mean, I'd be pissed and jealous too if I were you 'mano."
Lovino sipped on his coffee, thinking things over.
It had been about a week since Feli had his baby, and since then Lovino's been even more down. The stress of that had really been getting to him and so he needed someone to talk to, particularly a loud mouthed American. It wasn't like he could really talk to anyone else. The two were out for coffee, talking and what not.
"So you don't think I'm over-reacting?" Lovino asked, looking across the cafe table and at his best friend.
"Nah, dude." Alfred shook his head before meeting the Italians gaze. "Now stop stressing yourself out, it's not good for you. I mean at your age, you could have a heart attack."
"Sh-Shut up!" Lovino laughed.
A grin made it's way Alfred's face at the sight of Lovino happy, as mentioned before, he hated the sight of his friend upset or sad.
As his laughter died down, Lovino spoke up again, "Do you think.. do you think I'll ever have a kid?"
"Of course I do." Alfred answered honestly. "I mean, you just need to give it some time."
"But it's been like a year and a half since we first started trying for a kid.." The Italian swallowed thickly. "And yet, there's still no baby."
"Lovino, you can't just give up, you gotta keep trying." The blond assured him before sipping his own coffee.
Keep trying, like I haven't heard that before. Lovino thought, though he merely nodded and sipped at his coffee as well.
"E-Enough about my problems," Lovino spoke, putting down his cup, "How's Arthur?"
"Hm? Oh Arthur," Alfred smiled at the mention of his lover, "He's fine. He's about to pop any day though and it's freaking me out."
Alfred had tried to refrain from speaking about Arthur or his lover's pregnancy in fear of hurting Lovino's feelings. He was actually relieved that Lovino brought him up. Yes, it was true, Arthur was going to go into labor any day now which had sent Alfred feeling a bit on edge, even Lovino could see this.
"You excited to be a dad though?" Lovino mused.
"Of course dude! I'm gonna name the kid Alfred Jr." Alfred smiled proudly.
"That's nice and all but have you considered the possibility that it might be a girl, idiota?"
"Oh.. Then we'll just name her Alfreda!"
"Ew."
"Alfredina?"
"You're making it worse!"
"Alfredella?"
"What the fuck is that?"
"How about Alfredcella?"
"Mio Dio, just stop."
Back at their shared house, the nation of Spain was on the phone with his two best friends, currently, Gilbert was screaming about how Gilbird just learned a new trick and that they should be here to see it. Neither Antonio or Francis paid any attention to what Gilbert was saying, they just let him get out his energy.
"SO WHEN ARE YOU GUYS COMING OVER? I MEAN YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! HE'S JUMPING RIGHT THROUGH THE HOOP! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" Gil shouted on the other end of the line.
"We'll come over and see what ever it is that you are talking about when we get the time. Any way," Francis spoke, "What are you up to Antonio?"
"Well," the Spaniard began, adjusting the phone wedged between his shoulder and ear. "I'm just making a nice dinner for Lovi and I."
"Oooh are you trying to get him in the mood? Are you two gonna do it?" Gil questioned, no doubt with a smirk on his face.
"Well I-"
"Honhon are you two trying for a baby again?" Francis cut in.
"Why don't you guys just adopt a kid?" Gil asked.
The truth was, Antonio had brought up adoption but Lovino said it wouldn't be the same. Besides, they were nations and they would end up adopting a human baby. A human baby that would grow up and old with out them. Eventually, they would out live their child. The both of them couldn't be put through that pain.
"I've thought about it but it doesn't look like we're gonna go with that." Antonio told him, stirring what he was cooking over the stove.
"Ah well good luck this time around then." Francis told him.
"Yea good luck dude!" Gil smiled from the other end.
"Thanks guys." Antonio spoke gratefully.
"I'm home!" Lovino called out, kicking the front door close.
The Italian was immediately greeted by the scent of various foods, both Italian and Spanish. He would never admit it out loud but he loved Spanish food, he could eat it all day. Though he wouldn't give Antonio the satisfaction of hearing him say that.
"Hola Lovi." Antonio smiled happily as he trotted out from the kitchen. "I'm almost done with dinner."
"Good, I'm starving." Lovino nodded, kicking off his boots.
The cheerful Spanish nation walked over and gave his lover a gentle kiss on the cheek which evidently made the other blush madly.
"I was thinking," Antonio began, "Maybe after dinner, we could try again."
"For a baby?" Lovino asked.
"Sí! Hopefully this time around, you get pregnant." Antonio said enthusiastically.
"Toni there isn't going to be a baby, ever." Lovino sighed. "So it might be time to give up that dream."
"What, why?" Antonio questioned, "Maybe this time we'll get lucky! I mean the pills you've been taking are bound to start working."
"I stopped taking them." Lovino mumbled. "They're not doing me any good."
Antonio raised an eyebrow, "You shouldn't have stopped taking them," His features softened. "Look I know it's hard for you but we can't just give up."
"Easier said than done!" Lovino raised his voice he was fed up with Antonio for still thinking they had a chance, "I gave up a long time ago, and you wanna know why? It's because I've come to terms with reality, unlike you, and I know we're never gonna have a baby!"
"Don't say that!" Antonio's voice grew louder, "It's not true we are going to have a baby!"
"No we're not! Stop saying we are!" Lovino shouted. "The doctor said it herself! The pills might not work and surprise, surprise, they're not working! Which means there's not going to be a baby!"
"We should just keep trying, eventually-"
"THERE. ISN'T. GOING. TO. BE. A. BABY!" Lovino yelled out.
Antonio was taken back by how loud the other was. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. All he had been trying to do was make Lovino happy, to help him get through everything. All he'd been trying to do was stay positive. But now, he cracked, he'd been pushed too far and anger was written all over his usual cheerful face. Lovino looked up into Antonio's eyes, his own face still in a scowl but upon seeing the anger on Antonio's face, his features softened. He could hardly recognize his Spanish lover, the last time he could recall Antonio looking such a way was centuries ago, when he was corrupted, when he was a pirate.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT NOW IS IT?" Antonio shouted, "ALL I'VE BEEN TRYING TO DO HELP KEEP YOU HAPPY, ALL I'VE BEEN TRYING TO DO IS SEE THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF THINGS. LISTEN, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT!"
Tears built up in Lovino's eyes, they even started to pour down his cheeks. Antonio was right after all.. It was his fault..
Immediately after saying such a thing, Antonio could see what he said was extremely wrong and all he wanted to do was take it back.
"Lovino, I-I'm-" But he was cut off by a punch directly to his face.
Panting, with hot tears trailing down his cheeks, Lovino was furious as Antonio held face and groaned at the pain.
Yes it was true but Lovino felt Antonio had no right to say that, and he was pissed.
"Fuck you." Lovino growled through gritted teeth.
The Italian had never pulled on his boots so quickly before, luckily, Antonio was still holding his face in pain, Lovino didn't notice he hit him so hard. With out another word, Lovino rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. It would be best that he leave.
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