"Gesù Cristo, I love Alfred and all but he lives too far away."
"But Lovi, we have to go. it's the world meeting after all."
Lovino crossed his arms, pouting as he did so. The upcoming world meeting was to take place in the U.S, Alfred had specially invited Lovino and Antonio to stay at his house during the time they were there and even a few days after the meeting. Although Lovino really wanted to decline the offer, he couldn't, he didn't want to make Alfred upset. However, the italian nation had been feeling absolutely dreadful these past few weeks and didn't want to go over there for so long, it would give Alfred time to be suspicious.
"But I feel like crap." Lovino whined.
"I know but if you don't show up, it'll make the other nations wonder." Antonio replied.
The Spaniard was packing up his suit case for the trip while Lovino was evidently sitting in his own empty suitcase, not even bothering to make an attempt at folding his clothes.
"But-" Lovino began.
"-But nothing, Lovi." Antonio interrupted. "You'll be fine, don't worry."
"And if everything goes wrong I will never speak to you again." Lovino pouted.
"Good luck with that, mi amor." Antonio chuckled. "You love me too much to do such a thing."
"True." Lovino nodded. "Oh whatever."
The Italian stood up and started walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Antonio asked.
"To go get some ice cream, and possible put some syrup all over it." Lovino answered.
"Wait, syrup like as in pancake syrup?" Antonio questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Sí. But now that you mention it, some pancakes and ketchup sound good together." Lovino told the other. "Oh! With ice cream on top! I wonder if we have any grape jelly too."
The Spaniard made a face of disgust, dios that sounded absolutely horrible together.
"Talk about cravings." Antonio cringed.
Lovino rolled his eyes before saying, "My cravings are not that bad. Now I'm off to go eat, I'll pack my stuff later."
With that, Lovino was out the door to go eat his 'delicious' snack.
In a matter of two days, the couple found themselves boarding a flight to the states. The flight seemed to go on forever, though it was only about 8 hours or so. Antonio passed the time by sleeping since they left so early and hardly got much rest that night. Lovino on the other hand spent his time reading. He wasn't reading normal books, he was fixed on a few pregnancy books that he bought a few days ago.
From the stories in these books, pregnancy sure sounded like hard work and Lovino thought maybe he wasn't ready for such a task. Though, his doubt would slowly disappear once he thought about how it would feel to hold his newborn for the first time, he imagined it would be the most amazing feeling in the world.
One particular chapter caught his attention the most.. It was about miscarriage. Lovino read every word carefully and before he knew it, it made him extremely anxious. To think about 80% of pregnancies ended in miscarriage before 12 weeks absolutely terrified him, he was only at 6 weeks which was only 2 months. To others, it might have been silly to be so worked up about it but not to Lovino. That was another reason why they shouldn't tell anyone about his pregnancy until a few months after.
"My neck feels like it's about to break." Antonio complained as they had just gotten back their luggage.
"Well you shouldn't have been sleeping all weird." Lovino told him.
"LOVI! TONI!"
"Who the fuck-"
Before they knew it, the two of them were engulfed in a huge, not to mention tight, hug by none other than Alfred himself.
"Alfred, you're crushing us!" Lovino gasped.
"Huh? Oh sorry!" Alfred laughed before stepping away from them. "Come on dudes! Artie and the baby are waiting in the car!"
Alfred picked up both of their suitcases with ease before the three of them started walking out of the airport. In a few minuets, they were all in the parking lot and Alfred was shoving their belongings in the trunk of his car.
"Hello, you two." Arthur greeted the couple as they got in the car.
"Ciao, Arthur." Lovino replied, sitting beside the carseat which contained a small baby.
The baby, or as her name was, Charlotte Jones was simply adorable and only about the same age as Lukas. She pretty much already looked like a mini Alfred, well beside the fact that she already had thick eyebrows like her mother.
"Hola, Arthur." Antonio cheerfully smiled.
"How are the both of you?" Arthur asked kindly.
Just as Lovino went to answer, Alfred got in the car and answered for him.
"They're great!" The American exclaimed before putting on his seat belt.
"I wasn't asking you, now was I? Bloody git." Arthur snapped.
Alfred simply replied by giving his lover a kiss on the cheek, then got the car started up. In no time, they were driving down a highway.
"So are you guys hungry?" Alfred asked.
The mention of food easily upset Lovino's stomach but he was pretty used to it already. The only time he wouldn't be nauseated by food was when he was craving something.
"Uh sure.." Lovino answered.
"I could go for something to eat." Antonio answered as well.
"Hm me too, I'm a bit hungry." Arthur nodded.
"Good! Let's go get some Chinese!" Alfred smiled.
Lunch was pretty good, everyone was happy and smiling and talking. Except for a certain Italian who was resisting the urge to puke up everything. He claimed that he wasn't hungry enough to eat an order by himself so instead he picked off of Antonio's food. Though, still, he only took a few bites of that before his stomach turned.
When they arrived at Alfred's house, Lovino quickly made a trip to the bathroom to empty his stomach.
"Is 'Mano alright?" Alfred asked Antonio as they carried the luggage to the guest room.
The sounds of the italian's gagging and retching in the bathroom could definitely be heard and Antonio tried to come up with an excuse.
"Aye, he's uh got a bit of a stomach bug." Antonio told the American. "It started a few days before we got here. He's fine."
Alfred couldn't quite believe that, it did sound like an excuse but he didn't pry." Alright, I'll have Artie make him some soup!" He thought about what he had just said. "Actually, scratch that, I'll make the soup."
The next morning, Lovino was ever so rudely interrupted of his peaceful sleep by the sun shining in his eyes.
"God damn it." Lovino groaned.
He reached toward the other side of the bed to hopefully get some cuddles by his lover and yet, there was no one there.
"Bastardo, where are you?" The Italian mumbled sleepily.
But no reply came. So he sat up straight and looked around, the room was completely empty. Well except for the furniture, a few paintings and their suitcases. Okay so the room wasn't empty at all, there was just no Antonio.
Just then, a strong feeling of nausea overtook him and sent Lovino running to the bathroom. Thank God their guest room had a built in bathroom, at least he could throw up with out others being suspicious.
Downstairs, Arthur was giving Charlotte a bottle and humming a small tune to make the little girl feel a bit more relaxed. It seemed to do the trick, her blue-green eyes started closing slowly as she drank.
"Oh sorry about that, love, didn't mean to put you to sleep." Arthur smiled. "I can't have you falling asleep again though, you just woke up."
A few minuets later, the Englishman could see Lovino look into the kitchen.
"Oh good morning." Arthur greeted the other.
"Buongiorno." Lovino nodded. "H-Have you seen-"
"Antonio?" Arthur finished. "Oh yes, he and Alfred went to prepare the meeting room for tomorrow, they shouldn't be gone for very long."
"Oh okay, grazie." Lovino spoke gratefully.
"It's no trouble." Arthur smiled. "Oh can you feed Charlotte for a moment while I run to the restroom real quick?"
With the sudden request, an uneasy feeling of nervousness filled Lovino. It had been a while since he last fed a baby, the last baby he could remember feeding was Feliciano and that was centuries ago.
"Sure." The Italian nodded and in less then a few seconds, the baby girl was placed in his arms.
"I'll be right back." Arthur assured him before walking off.
This left Lovino alone with the baby who was still happily drinking her bottle. Her big eyes looked up at him and Lovino could instantly feel his heart melt, she was adorable.
"Ve~ You're such a cute little bambina-" Lovino's eyes widened after he said that. Did he really just 'Ve~'? He really needed to stop hanging around Feli..
Another minuet or two passed before before Arthur walked back into the kitchen.
"Alright, I'm back." The Englishman announced. "Would like to continue feeding her or would you like me to take her?"
"Oh uh no, you can take her back." Lovino said before placing her back in her mother's arms.
Arthur smiled down at the baby who just so happened to be finishing her bottle.
"Arthur.." Lovino spoke up quietly.
"Hm?" The other hummed, looking up.
"Is it.. Is it nice having a baby?" The Italian finally said. "I mean, is it nice to be a parent?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the question but unreluctantly answered anyway. "Well it most certainly has it's ups and downs but it is rather nice. Actually, it makes you feel more complete in a way, if that makes sense. I mean, it's amazing to have a lover, someone you care about but to have a baby with that person is like a little piece of yourself and the person you love in one little being, there's nothing quite like the feeling of becoming a parent."
Arthur hadn't even noticed he'd been going on and on but it didn't seem to matter since Lovino was closely listening to every word, intrigued with everything the other was saying.
However, since yesterday, Arthur had been having his own suspicions about Lovino's condition. He had heard the Italian throw up a few times yesterday, he also took into consideration that Lovino hardly ate any dinner. With the sudden question Arthur had a theory on why Lovino was 'sick', so he had to ask.
"Lovino, are you.. pregnant?" Arthur asked.
Lovino's face went pale, he wasn't exactly expecting Arthur to just come out and ask that. But he knew he couldn't just lie, Arthur was too smart and probably figure it out eventually.
"Yes.." Lovino nodded. "But please don't tell Alfred. Or anyone for that matter."
"Why ever not?" Arthur questioned.
How would the Italian nation even answer this? Because he was afraid of having a miscarriage due to his shittly luck and that's what'll probably happen?
"I uh just don't want a lot of other people to know so soon, y'know?"
"Oh. Alright, I promise, I wont tell." Arthur nodded. "But congratulations though, the best of luck to you and Antonio."
"Grazie."
The day of the meeting approached rather quickly and Lovino soon found himself sitting next to Antonio and Feliciano while listening to Alfred yell out about something like he always did.
Occasionally, Antonio would lean over and ask if Lovino was okay or if he needed something like water but Lovino was doing fine and so far things were running smoothly for him.
Though he did notice Feliciano to be a little on edge..
"Fratello, cosa c'è di sbagliato?" Lovino asked him.
Feli looked over at him. "What's wrong? Oh nothings wrong. Except for the fact that I had to leave my baby with a crazy maniac!"
"Feliciano, for the last time, Gilbert knows how to take care of kids, stop worrying." Ludwig told him as he was sitting on the other side of the younger Italian.
"Dice che ora ma è probabilmente sbagliato." Feli pouted.
"Questo è vero, probabilmente è sbagliato." Lovino nodded.
Yet, Ludwig couldn't even respond because truthfully, he had no idea what they just said.
As the meeting progressed, however, Lovino gradually started to feel ill. For the sake of the meeting, he tried to remain calm and think about things other than throwing up but that didn't seem to work for him. Suddenly, a fight broke out and all the countries started arguing, Lovino could hardly even make sense of what all the fuss was about but he thought he heard something about 'taxes' in the midst of everything. This was just what he needed, it was a great distraction. So the Italian stood up and ran out of the room, feeling like he would throw up any second.
Antonio ran out after him, following him to the bathroom. When the Spaniard opened up the door to the restroom all that could be heard was gagging from one of the stalls.
"What happened?" Came the voice of Alfred who just so happened to follow them.
"He's still sick so.." Antonio trailed off.
A few moments after the gagging stopped, the sound of the toilet flushing filled the room and Lovino stepped out of the stall, wiping his mouth.
"Are you alright, mi amor?" Antonio asked worriedly, rushing to his lover's side.
"Sí, I'm fine. Just not feeling so well." Lovino answered truthfully.
"Hows about I drive you back to my place so you can relax?" Alfred suggested.
"Sounds good." Lovino nodded, still a bit nauseated.
The rest of the week the couple spent in the states was absolutely dreadful and miserable. Well for Lovino anyway. The Italian spent the whole time sick and in bed, all he did was throw up and rest because he was so exhausted. Although, his sickness didn't stop him from eating everything he saw and having massive cravings. Cravings for things that just seemed downright nasty, things that should never even be combined.
Alfred knew something was up with his best friend but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Though, Arthur already knew what it was and yet he still told Alfred to knock it off and that nothing was wrong with Lovino, that it was a stomach bug.
When the time came for them to head back to Madrid, both Antonio and Lovino were relieved. It was hard to not say anything about Lovino's pregnancy especially with Alfred asking so many questions and being so curious. So Antonio was thrilled to be going back to their home where he didn't have to lie or try to cover anything up.
"You dudes better visit again soon!" Alfred exclaimed, hugging Lovino.
"I will if you promise to stop crushing my bones with your god damned strength." Lovino choked out, hitting Alfred's back.
"Sorry." Alfred apologized and let his friend go.
"We'll be seeing you both at the next world meeting." Arthur smiled.
"Yea, see you there." Lovino nodded as well as Antonio.
"Bye, amigos!" Antonio waved off happily.
"Bye dude!" Alfred waved with a bright smile playing on.
"Goodbye. Have a safe trip." Arthur waved.
And with that, Lovino and Antonio started boarding on their plane.
"Y'know." Alfred began as he and Arthur watched the plane start to take off. "I really think there's something wrong with Lovino."
"Dear, we've been over this." Arthur sighed, adjusting his sleeping daughter in his arms. "There's nothing wrong with Lovino, he's just got a stomach bug."
"That's not what it seems like-"
"Well that's what it is." Arthur told him. "Now stop worrying, he will be fine."
With his eyes fixed on the plane that was now taking off into the sky Alfred muttered, "I sure hope so."
A/N: Sorry this is such a long chapter!
But yea thanks for reading guys, yet again, I'm happy you're enjoying the story ^-^
I know it might sound crazy but I'm already starting to think about a sequel I'm not sure if i'll definitely write one but for now I'm just very vaguely thinking about how it might go and all that.
Translations:
Fratello, cosa c'è di sbagliato? = Brother, what's wrong?
Dice che ora ma è probabilmente sbagliato = He says that now but it's probably wrong.
Questo è vero, probabilmente è sbagliato = That is true, it is probablly wrong.
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