Hetalia kink meme part 24
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part 24
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Despite what Romano believed, Italy did notice he was missing. A voice mail message was all the warning Romano received before his brother was all but trying to knock down the door. Not like he could however.
This could have all been fine -Romano could have just dealt with his idiot brother and hit the potato bastard and all would have been well- had he not been fucking huge (by his standards at least. Dr. Malot had said he was due to be a lot bigger in the coming months).
Though there were ways around the baby (or babies) bump, as he had learned. Wearing baggy clothes for one, works. Or he could just causally hide behind something that would cover his entire body and he'd be good to go. Both options were perfect if he wasn't extremely picky over his clothes and wanted deal with Spain's disapproval of 'hiding the babies'. Which he didn't, thank you very much.
Then there was the option where he actually told Veneziano and the potato bastard that he was careless and stupid and a freak, who actually somehow got pregnant. Which was not happening, so what was the point of considering it?
The knocking grew louder and more insistent. Romano knew from experience that Veneziano would stay out there until he opened the door, trying everything from crocodile tears to begging his boytoy to knock the door in. Romano just had to wait them out.
Suddenly though, there was the turning of a lock, and a cheerful hello. “Hola!”
That jackass! Spain had caved and opened the door, against Romano's strict orders not to! Well, just because they were in doesn't mean Romano had to make an appearance. He'll just camp upstairs until they left.
Of course fate wasn't on his side. And neither was Spain it seemed. The third time Veneziano asked- Romano could actually hear his whining from the closet he had locked himself in- Spain directed him upstairs.
Veneziano left no bedsheet unturned, bathroom unsearched, or closet unchecked. Which was how Romano found himself face to face with his little brother, awkwardly standing in the half darkness of the closet, once again clutching his stomach.
“Fratello! I was so worried about you!” Veneziano shouted, throwing his arms around his brother in a tight hug. “Why were you avoiding me?”
“Who said I was avoiding you damnit?” Romano growled, trying to squirm out Veneziano's hold.
Veneziano gave him an incredulous look. “You were hiding in the closet”
Romano, still struggling, tried to come up with a half assed excuse. Usually anything would work with this dimwit. “I was, um looking for something.”
“Oh really? I'll help!” Case and point.
Finally released from 'hug therapy' Romano began walking to the door. “I found it already, idiota. Come on, I'm hungry.”
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“Why'd you do that, Lovi?” Spain asked, continuing to make what ever he was on the stove.
“Because. He might try to make to food more German.” Romano said, scowling.
Spain just sighed, refraining from pointing out that now Germany and Veneziano were alone in the hallway. “But he's our guest.”
“No”, Romano snorted. “He's your guest. I wasn't going to let them in”
A startled gasp in the doorway revealed Italy, who had been listening in on the short conversation. “You, you weren't going to let me in?”
Shit, now he was going to cry. Good going. To prevent this catastrophe, Romano somewhat reluctantly pulled his brother into a hug.
“Don't cry, you'll get the floor all wet!”
“I knew it! You were hiding from me! Why are you so mean fratello?”
“Gah! Stop crying. Feli I'm serious! Fine, I'm sorry, okay?”
And in mere seconds, Veneziano went from crying to smiling. Spain smiled as well, and turned back to the stove. Germany stood next to him, offering to help clean. All was fine, until Italy noticed something was off.
“Wow Fratello... you're getting really big! Did you eat too much pasta?”
Romano squeaked in response, face growing red. “What the hell Feli?! I'm not fat!”
“But your stomach is really big...” Veneziano trailed off, moving to pull up Romano's shirt. Romano in turn leapt away, dashing toward the other side of the kitchen. Veneziano moved to follow him, but was stopped by Germany.
“Feliciano, what did I say about personal space?” Germany started, resisting the urge just sigh and leave the brothers to their own devices.
“Not to touch people?”
“No, that's not what I said.”
“Oh, well I don't remember! And in any case, I only touched his shirt!” Italy managed to wriggle out of Germany's hold, and dash back to where Romano was standing. “See Fratello! You've stomach really is-”
Whatever Veneziano had been trying to say was cut short as he let out a quick scream, dashing behind Germany. “It kicked me!” He wailed, clutching Germany's shirt. “Romano! Your stomach kicked me!”
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"Romano! Your stomach kicked me!"
Italy is gonna be only the best uncle ever
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