The next morning, Spain was bubbling with energy. He knew exactly what Romano and he should do that day. They had spent so long cooped up in their little house, it was high time they went somewhere.
He cast a glance at his boyfriend, nibbling on croissant. The shirt he was wearing was bursting around the middle, almost popping the buttons. It seemed even Spain's shirts were becoming too small for the twins. There had to be some kind of clothing out there that was suited for pregnancy.
When he brought it up however, Romano scowled at him. “Hmm” Romano said, pressing his forefinger to his chin like he was actually contemplating it. “Shopping, with you, for dresses... How about, fuck no?”
“Come on, Lovi! It'll be fun!”
Romano sent him a wry look. “Fun for who? The freak or the gay fairy?”
Spain took on an expression that was unusually tart. “Don't call yourself a freak, mi vida. You are my life, my heart, my soul- but never a freak!”
The soon-to-be-mother rolled his eyes. Spain couldn't go half a day without saying that kinda thing. His words were too sappy to be believed, but even then Romano's heart performed a little tap dance. It must have been the hormones.
“Promise me you'll stop gushing and I'll go”
Hours later, Romano was being dragged along the newest shopping promenade, trying to avoid odd looks from strangers. There weren't many people out, thank the lord, but even being out in public made Romano feel self conscious.
On a normal day, it would be Romano doing the dragging as he went in and out of each store, keeping Spain on hand for his credit card and the vain hope that this would be the day he cracked and bought a new wardrobe.
Three centuries in and Romano had yet to give up the promise Spain had some sense of fashion.
Today however, Spain knew exactly where to go. “It's right up here -Lovi, please don't drag your feet- I saw the sign for it on the highway. The best part it that they have things for you and the babies! Maybe we could matching outfits for all three of you- ouch don't kick me-”
Romano retracted his foot. Spain needed a kick in the knees every once a while. Besides, he was not sacrificing his fashion sense to fuel his boyfriend's cute fetish.
“And we're here!” The gray building loomed ahead of them, towering over Spain and Romano as if to say, “Bow puny mortals!”
Well the jokes on the building. Spain and Romano were not mortal.
“You're making weird faces” Spain whispered, watching Romano wearily as he looked like he was about to fight the cement walls. “Let's just go inside”
As they browsed the isles, Romano was hit by how little he was prepared to have a kid, not to mention two. There were things and trinkets and gadgets Romano couldn't even begin to comprehend the need for. Why was there a gerbil dribbler for babies?
Spain stopped to inspect the package. “A crib dribbler?”
“We are not getting that” Romano snapped. He moved to the next isle, but stopped at a solid wall of diapers. “Holy shit”
“Oh yeah!” Spain chirped, suddenly next to him. “We're going to need to get diapers eventually. And uh, bottles and a crib and...”
Romano ignored him and he went on and on. He plucked the first of the mountain and threw it into their cart. “Got diapers.”
“We might need a little more than that”
By the time the two made it to the clothing section, Romano couldn't see Spain's head over the cart. They had tried to get the cheapest brand of everything, but some things were so expensive!
It made Romano just the slightest bit sad. He wanted to give his children the world but between poverty, and national debt, and a whole lot of other shit, there really wasn't a ton of money to go around. He bet that if Veneziano got a baby, the tyke would be spoiled rotten in no time.
If there was one thing he could go back and change, it was being such a bitch. That way he could of married one of the richer countries, drained their pockets dry, and go live off with Spain on some private island without feeling physically ill.
Spain always said that doing that would have made him feel bad because he actually cared about people and not because he hated everyone too much to imagine marrying them. But what did he know?
It took a minute for Romano to realize that, in the midst of his thoughts, he had lost Spain.
“Hey, Spain?” No response. “Asshole? Tomato Bastard?” Nothing. “Antonio?”
“Over here, Lovi!”
Spain popped up from a stack of baby bibs and onesies. He was holding a little cute outfit that said 'thing 1' with one hand, and 'thing 2' in the other.
“I can't decide between this set and the one with bacon and eggs. Thoughts?”
“How about something normal like a blue and pink one?” Romano scoffed, picking through the outfits too.
But Spain couldn't just leave it at that. “But we don't know the genders yet-”
Romano rolled his eyes. “They're just colors, idiota. And they're babies. Who's going to care?”
Spain nodded. He tossed all six onsies into the cart and began walking again. “Good point! We can have them all. Let's go get you something.” He stopped briefly, wearing the expression he always did when he was going to say something especially stupid. “Though to be honest, I'd rather you in nothing”
If that comment didn't earn him a slap to the face, the eyebrow waggle sure as hell did.
Time passed, and Romano was now officially six months in. The second trimester had just started and the relief was slow, but steady. Mr. Malot had promised this was the easiest part of the pregnancy. Which wasn't saying much but whatever
Morning sickness was just a fading memory, but backaches took its place. The worst part was he couldn't just lie down on his stomach and get a back rub. That usually worked after a rough night with Spain, but now that wasn't the case.
“Help me out here” He said, poking his boyfriend in the side.
“Mmmkay” Spain mumbled, rolling over and lazily waking up from his nap. Romano knew that he couldn't have been truly sleeping because waking Spain up was harder than getting his brother to stop eating pasta. “Roll over” He instructed.
Romano did as he was told, shifting a little so Spain could have better access. “So I was thinking” He started as Spain's hands started to work wonders on the small of his back. “of names”
“Names?” Spain prompted. He fingers trailed over an overly tense muscle and Romano hissed as he began to attack the soreness with vigor. “You have knots”
Romano tried not to moan as he felt the tenseness leave him in seconds. “Yeah. I've only got two girl's names though. I was thinking for Venicia for one...”
“Like Venice” Spain said, understanding. “After your brother”
“Yeah. Except, it's not a real name, you know? Plus what if she actually becomes Venice? That isn't my territory and I couldn't stand to lose her to Feliciano. So I was thinking of something like Maria”
“Maria sounds good” Romano seriously wondered if Spain's fingers were magical with the way they trailed across his skin. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying but it was hard. “I used to know a Maria. Or was it Marie? I can't remember. It's a popular name”
“How about you?” Romano asked, turning around a little. “Think of any good names?”
“Why do you say it like I wouldn't come up with anything usable?” Spain retorted, removing his hands in retaliation. Romano scoffed.
“Because you named your turtle Antonio junior and when you had to pick my human name you came up Lovino Vargas. 'I ruin' with a Spanish last name. So yeah, you suck at naming organic creatures.
Spain laughed, pulling Romano close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him so he couldn't wiggle away. “But I like your name! That way I could call you Lovi; a lovely person and the love of my life”
“I'm just hearing sap over here. If you keep this up I'll name them both.”
“Hmm” Spain hummed, seriously thinking. “How about Felicia for another girl name? That way you can still name one after your brother”
Romano stilled in his arms. Spain was just starting to think he had said something wrong when Romano rolled over, trying to hug him with the baby bump in the way. “Fuck” He muttered. “I love you”
Spain smiled, incredibly happy. “I love you too.”
That's all for now! I wonder if anyone will ever see this. It's a thread lost in the time and space of dreamwidth
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(Anonymous) 2015-01-23 02:05 am (UTC)(link)He cast a glance at his boyfriend, nibbling on croissant. The shirt he was wearing was bursting around the middle, almost popping the buttons. It seemed even Spain's shirts were becoming too small for the twins. There had to be some kind of clothing out there that was suited for pregnancy.
When he brought it up however, Romano scowled at him. “Hmm” Romano said, pressing his forefinger to his chin like he was actually contemplating it. “Shopping, with you, for dresses... How about, fuck no?”
“Come on, Lovi! It'll be fun!”
Romano sent him a wry look. “Fun for who? The freak or the gay fairy?”
Spain took on an expression that was unusually tart. “Don't call yourself a freak, mi vida. You are my life, my heart, my soul- but never a freak!”
The soon-to-be-mother rolled his eyes. Spain couldn't go half a day without saying that kinda thing. His words were too sappy to be believed, but even then Romano's heart performed a little tap dance. It must have been the hormones.
“Promise me you'll stop gushing and I'll go”
Hours later, Romano was being dragged along the newest shopping promenade, trying to avoid odd looks from strangers. There weren't many people out, thank the lord, but even being out in public made Romano feel self conscious.
On a normal day, it would be Romano doing the dragging as he went in and out of each store, keeping Spain on hand for his credit card and the vain hope that this would be the day he cracked and bought a new wardrobe.
Three centuries in and Romano had yet to give up the promise Spain had some sense of fashion.
Today however, Spain knew exactly where to go. “It's right up here -Lovi, please don't drag your feet- I saw the sign for it on the highway. The best part it that they have things for you and the babies! Maybe we could matching outfits for all three of you- ouch don't kick me-”
Romano retracted his foot. Spain needed a kick in the knees every once a while. Besides, he was not sacrificing his fashion sense to fuel his boyfriend's cute fetish.
“And we're here!” The gray building loomed ahead of them, towering over Spain and Romano as if to say, “Bow puny mortals!”
Well the jokes on the building. Spain and Romano were not mortal.
“You're making weird faces” Spain whispered, watching Romano wearily as he looked like he was about to fight the cement walls. “Let's just go inside”
As they browsed the isles, Romano was hit by how little he was prepared to have a kid, not to mention two. There were things and trinkets and gadgets Romano couldn't even begin to comprehend the need for. Why was there a gerbil dribbler for babies?
Spain stopped to inspect the package. “A crib dribbler?”
“We are not getting that” Romano snapped. He moved to the next isle, but stopped at a solid wall of diapers. “Holy shit”
“Oh yeah!” Spain chirped, suddenly next to him. “We're going to need to get diapers eventually. And uh, bottles and a crib and...”
Romano ignored him and he went on and on. He plucked the first of the mountain and threw it into their cart. “Got diapers.”
“We might need a little more than that”
By the time the two made it to the clothing section, Romano couldn't see Spain's head over the cart. They had tried to get the cheapest brand of everything, but some things were so expensive!
It made Romano just the slightest bit sad. He wanted to give his children the world but between poverty, and national debt, and a whole lot of other shit, there really wasn't a ton of money to go around. He bet that if Veneziano got a baby, the tyke would be spoiled rotten in no time.
If there was one thing he could go back and change, it was being such a bitch. That way he could of married one of the richer countries, drained their pockets dry, and go live off with Spain on some private island without feeling physically ill.
Spain always said that doing that would have made him feel bad because he actually cared about people and not because he hated everyone too much to imagine marrying them. But what did he know?
It took a minute for Romano to realize that, in the midst of his thoughts, he had lost Spain.
“Hey, Spain?” No response. “Asshole? Tomato Bastard?” Nothing. “Antonio?”
“Over here, Lovi!”
Spain popped up from a stack of baby bibs and onesies. He was holding a little cute outfit that said 'thing 1' with one hand, and 'thing 2' in the other.
“I can't decide between this set and the one with bacon and eggs. Thoughts?”
“How about something normal like a blue and pink one?” Romano scoffed, picking through the outfits too.
But Spain couldn't just leave it at that. “But we don't know the genders yet-”
Romano rolled his eyes. “They're just colors, idiota. And they're babies. Who's going to care?”
Spain nodded. He tossed all six onsies into the cart and began walking again. “Good point! We can have them all. Let's go get you something.” He stopped briefly, wearing the expression he always did when he was going to say something especially stupid. “Though to be honest, I'd rather you in nothing”
If that comment didn't earn him a slap to the face, the eyebrow waggle sure as hell did.
What to do when your tomato gets pregnant (8/?)
(Anonymous) 2015-01-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)Morning sickness was just a fading memory, but backaches took its place. The worst part was he couldn't just lie down on his stomach and get a back rub. That usually worked after a rough night with Spain, but now that wasn't the case.
“Help me out here” He said, poking his boyfriend in the side.
“Mmmkay” Spain mumbled, rolling over and lazily waking up from his nap. Romano knew that he couldn't have been truly sleeping because waking Spain up was harder than getting his brother to stop eating pasta. “Roll over” He instructed.
Romano did as he was told, shifting a little so Spain could have better access. “So I was thinking” He started as Spain's hands started to work wonders on the small of his back. “of names”
“Names?” Spain prompted. He fingers trailed over an overly tense muscle and Romano hissed as he began to attack the soreness with vigor. “You have knots”
Romano tried not to moan as he felt the tenseness leave him in seconds. “Yeah. I've only got two girl's names though. I was thinking for Venicia for one...”
“Like Venice” Spain said, understanding. “After your brother”
“Yeah. Except, it's not a real name, you know? Plus what if she actually becomes Venice? That isn't my territory and I couldn't stand to lose her to Feliciano. So I was thinking of something like Maria”
“Maria sounds good” Romano seriously wondered if Spain's fingers were magical with the way they trailed across his skin. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying but it was hard. “I used to know a Maria. Or was it Marie? I can't remember. It's a popular name”
“How about you?” Romano asked, turning around a little. “Think of any good names?”
“Why do you say it like I wouldn't come up with anything usable?” Spain retorted, removing his hands in retaliation. Romano scoffed.
“Because you named your turtle Antonio junior and when you had to pick my human name you came up Lovino Vargas. 'I ruin' with a Spanish last name. So yeah, you suck at naming organic creatures.
Spain laughed, pulling Romano close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him so he couldn't wiggle away. “But I like your name! That way I could call you Lovi; a lovely person and the love of my life”
“I'm just hearing sap over here. If you keep this up I'll name them both.”
“Hmm” Spain hummed, seriously thinking. “How about Felicia for another girl name? That way you can still name one after your brother”
Romano stilled in his arms. Spain was just starting to think he had said something wrong when Romano rolled over, trying to hug him with the baby bump in the way. “Fuck” He muttered. “I love you”
Spain smiled, incredibly happy. “I love you too.”
That's all for now! I wonder if anyone will ever see this. It's a thread lost in the time and space of dreamwidth
Re: What to do when your tomato gets pregnant (8/?)
(Anonymous) 2015-02-07 09:12 am (UTC)(link)And this fill remains adorable in a violent-in-character way.
OP is back from the dead...
(Anonymous) 2015-05-13 10:48 am (UTC)(link)