[Fanfic] Impossible is nothing if you're Italian - chp 07
It has been a while since I’ve posted this new chapter, so I hope you will enjoy this instalment!
Title: Impossible is Nothing if you're Italian
Warnings: mpreg (obviously), crack, some angst.
Rating: T-ish just in case
Character/Pairings: Italy, South Italy, Germany, Spain, others will pop up. Germany/Italy, Spain/Romano, might be mentions of others.
Summary: The two Italies get pregnant at the same time. The world might not be ready for that...
Chapter 07
Germany didn’t know what to think.
Italy had opened the front door with a pacific, serene smile on his face that didn’t quite suit him (it was far too calm to be the Italy he knew and loved), and the moment he saw Germany sitting on his couch, he smiled even more and waved at him.
He didn’t seem to have anything he could need to make a party, either. Germany was feeling a bit confused.
Standing up, since it didn’t look like Italy was going to come near him anytime soon -was Italy still angry? Then, why was he smiling? That was something puzzling- Germany moved towards him, and passing by the window he glanced out.
He thought he’d seen France’s head hiding in the bushes in front of the house, but maybe he was just seeing things -though, hadn’t Japan said England would come, too?
Germany let out a relieved sigh -there was no sign of Romano anywhere either, and that was actually a good thing.
“Ludwig~” Italy still didn’t jump him, and that worried Germany even more.
“Uh… Feliciano… are you… are you ok?”
Italy blinked and moved forwards, holding up Germany’s hand into his own, intertwining their fingers together, and instantly Germany’s fears were soothed by Italy’s warm smile.
No, his lover wasn’t angry anymore, and the thought made him finally relax.
He rubbed Italy’s palm with his fingers and brought his hand up to gently kiss it, making Italy giggle.
Once again, Germany’s heart sped up, reminding him exactly how much he loved this silly Italian Nation, that made him feel like every moment spent with him was special.
“So, what about the party?”
Yes, Germany was really good at ruining the moments.
Looking up, closing his eyes in that familiar confused expression Germany had long since grown accustomed to (and ended up loving), Italy pouted. “What party, ve~? Are we going to have a party?”
Germany’s left eyebrow twitched. “I was under the impression that there would be a party, so…”
Italy’s face brightened up considerably at his words. “That’d be splendid!” he chirped, tugging Germany towards the sofa. “I want some coffee, ve~ want some too?”
Germany’s suspicion returned full force, but he could never ever reject a coffee offer, especially Italy’s. Italian coffee was one of his favourite brands, and his lover knew it.
Before he could even think about demanding Italy to finally clear up his confusion -the calls he’d received were especially bugging him- the other nation bounced out of the sitting room and into the kitchen, forcing Germany to flop down on the sofa and wait for him.
He didn’t like the situation at all, but at least he knew that the news were not going to be bad -otherwise, that expression of love and calm in Italy’s eyes would be absent… which was, indeed, upsetting, but at least Germany wasn’t truly worried.
When the Italian nation finally emerged from the kitchen again, bringing with him two cups of coffee, Germany accepted one with a polite nod and waited until his lover sat down on the couch next to him, then straightened up.
He wanted answers.
“What is the meaning of this, Feliciano?” he demanded, looking stern. He sipped the coffee to calm his nerves down. “Tell me this instant… without spacing out!”
It didn’t make sense -Italy was too calm, yet he looked like he was brimming with energy, when only earlier the same day, he’d been feeling bad…
Much to Germany’s surprise, Italy’s apparent calm shifted into vague embarrassment, flushing red and fidgeting slightly, holding onto his coffee and trying to sort through his thoughts. “Ecco, vedi… there is something I need to tell you, Ludwig…”
“Please spit it out,” the blond Nation ordered, growing uneasy the more fidgety Italy looked.
“Uh… well… I…” Italy glanced around, biting on his index. “It’s a bit complicated…”
The two fell into a tense silence, with Germany staring Italy down, trying to force him to talk, and the Italian nation unable to find the right way to approach the subject.
Italy was… overjoyed about his pregnancy. It wasn’t just becoming a father (or a mommy?), as he’d never thought about that ever before, but the idea that there was something -someone- growing inside him was thrilling.
He was afraid, yes, because his brother’s fears were also his own, but he was also happy. This was something he shared with his Germany, and the thought was enough to give him strength… but they had never even entertained the thought of making a family… in the life of a Nation, things like that always came second after taking care of their nation and their people, following orders and doing damage control -relationships could work, there was time for love and dates and such, as long as both Nations believed in their union, but something as delicate as a baby…
Few nations ever thought about it, regardless of gender.
As he fidgeted on the couch, trying to find a way to explain all that to his love, Italy was suddenly reminded exactly how young Germany really was, compared to most of the other Nations.
Germany, age-wise, was certainly not the youngest, but he was young enough not to have faced anything like this ever before; his mind was devoted and focused to work and war, following orders and approaching everything with rationality (the opposite of how Italy was, actually), and it was already hard enough for Italy to make him more open in their relationship, make him smile and loosen up…
How would someone like him react to a baby?
Maybe he would think that since he sired the child, he’d have to help Italy take care of the baby once born simply out of obligation, or he’d be afraid… with his mindset so enclosed in determinate routes, just like back during the war, maybe Germany wouldn’t take well the news of a baby at all.
Italy knew that his love for Germany was strong (enough to send him to war… Italy had joined sides only because of his growing feelings for the German Nation, after all), but there was no way he was going to be able to choose if it ever came down to that.
If Germany needed time to accept the baby, if ever, Italy was not going to deny it to him, but…
But if Germany ended up unable to accept his pregnancy, Italy would not be able… would never choose between them; it would not be fair to either of them.
Thinking like that, Italy found it hard to talk.
‘Ve~ maybe I could just tell him later, but…’ Italy shook his head. No, he couldn’t wait. Almost all the other Nations knew by now of their pregnancy, and they would surely pop around to talk to him and his brother…
And Germany needed to know it from him, not through someone else.
‘Grandpa… lend me some of your courage… per favore…’ it couldn’t be too bad, could it?
“I went to be doctor this morning,” he started, his voice strangely emotionless. One of his arms unconsciously wrapped around his midsection, almost as if preparing for the wrong kind of reaction and trying to give himself some reassurance. “With Lovi,” he added.
Germany’s worry suddenly spiked up once more.
A doctor? As in, a human doctor?
“Feliciano-” Germany’s hand reached out for his shoulder, but stopped in midair, retreating.
“He found out what was wrong with us,” Italy continued, knuckles turning white with the desire to run, yet he managed to stand still.
This was Germany. He had to have faith in him.
“Feliciano… please, is there something I should know?”
Looking into his lover’s eyes, seeing how worried he looked, Italy gulped down his fright and nodded slowly.
“Ludwig, ve~ I’m… I’m pregnant…”
…-…-…-…
“Now, Lovino, please, reconsider…” England backed away from the Italian, gulping down his uneasiness and trying to hide his fear.
He couldn’t admit of being afraid of one of the Italian Nations, after all! He’d shame himself in front of everybody else if-
“Petit Lovi, je suis désolé! Besides, it’s all Arthur’s fault!”
“H-hey! Frog! Stop placing the blame on me! I helped you two come out from the doctor’s office! Is this how you thank me?!”
Romano was already savouring having France and England at his mercy, pleading as he pounded them to the ground, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his back against a familiar chest.
“Mi cariño~!”
Romano’s cheeks turned completely red as he recognised Spain’s voice close to his ear. “A-Antonio-bastard! L-let me go! I have to kick their asses!”
Spain didn’t look like he was going to comply anytime soon, and France decided this was the perfect time to run somewhere safe; grabbing England’s elbow, he tugged the other Nation behind the house.
England peered from the corner, wanting to see what would happen.
“Don’t say things like these~ you have to stay calm now, or it’ll be bad for mi niño…” Spain chuckled, still holding Romano close, then he started kissing the Italian man’s cheeks, until he reached his lips.
Romano looked like he was going to explode.
With a happy giggle, Spain groped all over Romano’s stomach, going as far as to roll him around and flop down on his knees, rubbing his chin against the bulge that was going to be their baby.
“S-stop it, damn you!” cheeks glowing red, South Italy tried without avail to push his lover away by punching repeatedly on his head.
He didn’t mind Spain’s affectionate attentions usually (though he would never tell that to him), but there were others around, and Japan was staring at them with curiosity and flushed cheeks and if that wasn’t embarrassing, then nothing else was.
“Why should I? you’re my adorable Lovi, and this is my adorable child~”
“I-it’s not y-yours! Hands off! Damn you!”
“Wha~t? Of course it is mine, unless you’re going to tell me you were cheating on me, Lovi~” Spain giggled, and Romano’s cheeks turned the reddest colour ever.
“S-stupid! The hell are you saying?! I’d… I’d never… with someone else…” Romano looked to the side, fingers curling around Spain’s hair and tugging at it. “B-but… stupid Antonio! My belly is not a teddy bear!”
Yet he didn’t push him away anymore, and the Spaniard simply smiled brightly at him, stopping his rubbing to take a deep, contented breath.
On the other side, beneath the soft skin of his Romanito’s belly, there was something growing -a new life, born from the both of them- that one day would come out, and Spain would be able to hold them in his arms…
He was happy. The happiness was bubbling up from the depths of his heart, rolling through his body and making him want to laugh out loud.
He was going to be a father. Was there anything better than that? A family.
A little kid of his own, someone whom he could teach everything he knew… hold up an axe, eat tomatoes, harvest them, have a siesta together with him…
Settling down… Spain had never thought anything like that before.
He’d been through pirates, inquisitions, wars and civil wars, and now he was finally able to rest enough to have dates and spend some good time with his sweet, cute Romanito, but a baby was something he had never thought of before.
A kid.
He’d never thought about it, but… but he wanted one. He really, truly, utterly wanted a kid with his Romano. He couldn’t think of anything better, and suddenly all his thoughts shifted around to include this new realisation, until everything else paled in comparison.
He was going to be a daddy~!
“I’m going to have a baby~” he chirped happily, ear still glued to Romano’s belly, even though it was surely far too soon to be able to hear anything from the other end.
“S-stop this madness! You’re not going to have a baby! I am! Let go!”
“Yes, yes, of course you are, mommy Lovi~” Spain chirped, still lost in a world of his own. “If I let you go, you’re going to run and pretend nothing is happening! I can’t let you! This is going to involve me, as well, and I won’t let you all alone!”
Romano’s cheeks turned impossibly red at Spain’s passionate words, but he was oddly touched by them, though he didn’t want to show it. He was scared, and he knew that he needed someone to help him through this pregnancy. He didn’t want to admit it, but he needed comfort, and he was sure his brother would, too.
They’d help each other, yes, but South Italy needed someone else that could be at his side, and even though this bastard Spain was the one who put him in this situation in the first place… at least… at least…
He did trust and… love… Spain. No matter what-
“Wait, what did you call me?!”
Spain blinked utterly unaware of exactly what he’d said, but when he looked up he felt a wave of anger directed at him and let Romano go, backing away from him with a smile.
“Romanito…”
“I’ll cut your dick off you for what you said! I’m not a woman!”
And then, Spain said the words that condemned him. “Well, but you are the one pregnant with our baby, I guess that makes you the mom, Romanito…”
Spain had no chance to run, because Romano was already jumping on him, hands clenched into fists, and he quickly turned to the side, trying to find someone who could help, and realised that England and France were peering in his direction from behind a wall.
“Oi, Francis! Arthur! For the love of God, help-”
Romano started kicking his ass, and France quickly hid behind the wall again, snickering all the while.
“Lovi! S-stop! Argh! It’ll be bad for the niñooooo! Loviiiiiiii!”
“That poor Antonio…” England shook his head and winced, daring enough to not cower at the sight of what Romano was doing. “I feel bad for him”.
“Then why don’t you go and help him, dear Arthur?” France looked up at him, careful to keep himself off sight.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going to get in the middle of that,” England pointed at the massacre that was happening on the other end. “Ah, I didn’t know you could bend your arms like that…”
France, unable to refrain his curiosity, peered again from behind the wall, then winced, regretting his actions as soon as he saw what was going on.
“Little Lovi has Antonio whipped, it seems,” he muttered, hiding again.
“In more than one way, I’d add,” England shivered, shaking his head. “Do you think we should leave? I haven’t had time to congratulate them…”
The click of the front door attracted their attention and they turned around, watching as Italy carefully peered outside, cheeks flushed.
“Ah… fratellone Francis?” he called out hesitantly, looking around. “Are you here?”
With the background of Spain being plummeted to the ground, Italy carefully moved towards where France and England were hiding, waving cheerfully at Japan as he passed by him.
Japan was too busy taking notes on Spain and South Italy’s interactions to pay attention to him, though.
“Feli~” France hid his fears well and swept Italy off his feet, holding him close. “What’s the problem? How did Ludwig take it?”
“Ve, I think I might need your help~” Italy pouted. “I am afraid I broke Ludwig~”
France and England stared at each other in confusion, then followed Italy into his house, rationalising that if he’d blocked Romano’s anger before, now that he needed them he would protect them from him.
Thankfully, Romano was far too busy to care about them. Passing by, England gently steered Japan away from the massacre and led him to Italy’s house as well.
As he entered the house after the other three, France threw a look full of pity at Spain and sighed; if Romano didn’t want to be a single parent, he would surely stop before killing his lover. There was nothing to fear.
Maybe.
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It would be nice if you could drop me a comment to tell me if you liked this new chapter ^^ also, please expect a somewhat fluff scene with Spain and Romano in the next one…
Petit Lovi, je suis désolé (French) - Little Lovi, I’m sorry
Ecco, vedi (Italian) - well, you see...
Mi cariño (Spanish) - my dear/my sweet (endearing)
mi niño (Spanish) - my baby/my boy
Fratellone (Italian) - big brother (endearing).
Title: Impossible is Nothing if you're Italian
Warnings: mpreg (obviously), crack, some angst.
Rating: T-ish just in case
Character/Pairings: Italy, South Italy, Germany, Spain, others will pop up. Germany/Italy, Spain/Romano, might be mentions of others.
Summary: The two Italies get pregnant at the same time. The world might not be ready for that...
Chapter 07
Germany didn’t know what to think.
Italy had opened the front door with a pacific, serene smile on his face that didn’t quite suit him (it was far too calm to be the Italy he knew and loved), and the moment he saw Germany sitting on his couch, he smiled even more and waved at him.
He didn’t seem to have anything he could need to make a party, either. Germany was feeling a bit confused.
Standing up, since it didn’t look like Italy was going to come near him anytime soon -was Italy still angry? Then, why was he smiling? That was something puzzling- Germany moved towards him, and passing by the window he glanced out.
He thought he’d seen France’s head hiding in the bushes in front of the house, but maybe he was just seeing things -though, hadn’t Japan said England would come, too?
Germany let out a relieved sigh -there was no sign of Romano anywhere either, and that was actually a good thing.
“Ludwig~” Italy still didn’t jump him, and that worried Germany even more.
“Uh… Feliciano… are you… are you ok?”
Italy blinked and moved forwards, holding up Germany’s hand into his own, intertwining their fingers together, and instantly Germany’s fears were soothed by Italy’s warm smile.
No, his lover wasn’t angry anymore, and the thought made him finally relax.
He rubbed Italy’s palm with his fingers and brought his hand up to gently kiss it, making Italy giggle.
Once again, Germany’s heart sped up, reminding him exactly how much he loved this silly Italian Nation, that made him feel like every moment spent with him was special.
“So, what about the party?”
Yes, Germany was really good at ruining the moments.
Looking up, closing his eyes in that familiar confused expression Germany had long since grown accustomed to (and ended up loving), Italy pouted. “What party, ve~? Are we going to have a party?”
Germany’s left eyebrow twitched. “I was under the impression that there would be a party, so…”
Italy’s face brightened up considerably at his words. “That’d be splendid!” he chirped, tugging Germany towards the sofa. “I want some coffee, ve~ want some too?”
Germany’s suspicion returned full force, but he could never ever reject a coffee offer, especially Italy’s. Italian coffee was one of his favourite brands, and his lover knew it.
Before he could even think about demanding Italy to finally clear up his confusion -the calls he’d received were especially bugging him- the other nation bounced out of the sitting room and into the kitchen, forcing Germany to flop down on the sofa and wait for him.
He didn’t like the situation at all, but at least he knew that the news were not going to be bad -otherwise, that expression of love and calm in Italy’s eyes would be absent… which was, indeed, upsetting, but at least Germany wasn’t truly worried.
When the Italian nation finally emerged from the kitchen again, bringing with him two cups of coffee, Germany accepted one with a polite nod and waited until his lover sat down on the couch next to him, then straightened up.
He wanted answers.
“What is the meaning of this, Feliciano?” he demanded, looking stern. He sipped the coffee to calm his nerves down. “Tell me this instant… without spacing out!”
It didn’t make sense -Italy was too calm, yet he looked like he was brimming with energy, when only earlier the same day, he’d been feeling bad…
Much to Germany’s surprise, Italy’s apparent calm shifted into vague embarrassment, flushing red and fidgeting slightly, holding onto his coffee and trying to sort through his thoughts. “Ecco, vedi… there is something I need to tell you, Ludwig…”
“Please spit it out,” the blond Nation ordered, growing uneasy the more fidgety Italy looked.
“Uh… well… I…” Italy glanced around, biting on his index. “It’s a bit complicated…”
The two fell into a tense silence, with Germany staring Italy down, trying to force him to talk, and the Italian nation unable to find the right way to approach the subject.
Italy was… overjoyed about his pregnancy. It wasn’t just becoming a father (or a mommy?), as he’d never thought about that ever before, but the idea that there was something -someone- growing inside him was thrilling.
He was afraid, yes, because his brother’s fears were also his own, but he was also happy. This was something he shared with his Germany, and the thought was enough to give him strength… but they had never even entertained the thought of making a family… in the life of a Nation, things like that always came second after taking care of their nation and their people, following orders and doing damage control -relationships could work, there was time for love and dates and such, as long as both Nations believed in their union, but something as delicate as a baby…
Few nations ever thought about it, regardless of gender.
As he fidgeted on the couch, trying to find a way to explain all that to his love, Italy was suddenly reminded exactly how young Germany really was, compared to most of the other Nations.
Germany, age-wise, was certainly not the youngest, but he was young enough not to have faced anything like this ever before; his mind was devoted and focused to work and war, following orders and approaching everything with rationality (the opposite of how Italy was, actually), and it was already hard enough for Italy to make him more open in their relationship, make him smile and loosen up…
How would someone like him react to a baby?
Maybe he would think that since he sired the child, he’d have to help Italy take care of the baby once born simply out of obligation, or he’d be afraid… with his mindset so enclosed in determinate routes, just like back during the war, maybe Germany wouldn’t take well the news of a baby at all.
Italy knew that his love for Germany was strong (enough to send him to war… Italy had joined sides only because of his growing feelings for the German Nation, after all), but there was no way he was going to be able to choose if it ever came down to that.
If Germany needed time to accept the baby, if ever, Italy was not going to deny it to him, but…
But if Germany ended up unable to accept his pregnancy, Italy would not be able… would never choose between them; it would not be fair to either of them.
Thinking like that, Italy found it hard to talk.
‘Ve~ maybe I could just tell him later, but…’ Italy shook his head. No, he couldn’t wait. Almost all the other Nations knew by now of their pregnancy, and they would surely pop around to talk to him and his brother…
And Germany needed to know it from him, not through someone else.
‘Grandpa… lend me some of your courage… per favore…’ it couldn’t be too bad, could it?
“I went to be doctor this morning,” he started, his voice strangely emotionless. One of his arms unconsciously wrapped around his midsection, almost as if preparing for the wrong kind of reaction and trying to give himself some reassurance. “With Lovi,” he added.
Germany’s worry suddenly spiked up once more.
A doctor? As in, a human doctor?
“Feliciano-” Germany’s hand reached out for his shoulder, but stopped in midair, retreating.
“He found out what was wrong with us,” Italy continued, knuckles turning white with the desire to run, yet he managed to stand still.
This was Germany. He had to have faith in him.
“Feliciano… please, is there something I should know?”
Looking into his lover’s eyes, seeing how worried he looked, Italy gulped down his fright and nodded slowly.
“Ludwig, ve~ I’m… I’m pregnant…”
…-…-…-…
“Now, Lovino, please, reconsider…” England backed away from the Italian, gulping down his uneasiness and trying to hide his fear.
He couldn’t admit of being afraid of one of the Italian Nations, after all! He’d shame himself in front of everybody else if-
“Petit Lovi, je suis désolé! Besides, it’s all Arthur’s fault!”
“H-hey! Frog! Stop placing the blame on me! I helped you two come out from the doctor’s office! Is this how you thank me?!”
Romano was already savouring having France and England at his mercy, pleading as he pounded them to the ground, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his back against a familiar chest.
“Mi cariño~!”
Romano’s cheeks turned completely red as he recognised Spain’s voice close to his ear. “A-Antonio-bastard! L-let me go! I have to kick their asses!”
Spain didn’t look like he was going to comply anytime soon, and France decided this was the perfect time to run somewhere safe; grabbing England’s elbow, he tugged the other Nation behind the house.
England peered from the corner, wanting to see what would happen.
“Don’t say things like these~ you have to stay calm now, or it’ll be bad for mi niño…” Spain chuckled, still holding Romano close, then he started kissing the Italian man’s cheeks, until he reached his lips.
Romano looked like he was going to explode.
With a happy giggle, Spain groped all over Romano’s stomach, going as far as to roll him around and flop down on his knees, rubbing his chin against the bulge that was going to be their baby.
“S-stop it, damn you!” cheeks glowing red, South Italy tried without avail to push his lover away by punching repeatedly on his head.
He didn’t mind Spain’s affectionate attentions usually (though he would never tell that to him), but there were others around, and Japan was staring at them with curiosity and flushed cheeks and if that wasn’t embarrassing, then nothing else was.
“Why should I? you’re my adorable Lovi, and this is my adorable child~”
“I-it’s not y-yours! Hands off! Damn you!”
“Wha~t? Of course it is mine, unless you’re going to tell me you were cheating on me, Lovi~” Spain giggled, and Romano’s cheeks turned the reddest colour ever.
“S-stupid! The hell are you saying?! I’d… I’d never… with someone else…” Romano looked to the side, fingers curling around Spain’s hair and tugging at it. “B-but… stupid Antonio! My belly is not a teddy bear!”
Yet he didn’t push him away anymore, and the Spaniard simply smiled brightly at him, stopping his rubbing to take a deep, contented breath.
On the other side, beneath the soft skin of his Romanito’s belly, there was something growing -a new life, born from the both of them- that one day would come out, and Spain would be able to hold them in his arms…
He was happy. The happiness was bubbling up from the depths of his heart, rolling through his body and making him want to laugh out loud.
He was going to be a father. Was there anything better than that? A family.
A little kid of his own, someone whom he could teach everything he knew… hold up an axe, eat tomatoes, harvest them, have a siesta together with him…
Settling down… Spain had never thought anything like that before.
He’d been through pirates, inquisitions, wars and civil wars, and now he was finally able to rest enough to have dates and spend some good time with his sweet, cute Romanito, but a baby was something he had never thought of before.
A kid.
He’d never thought about it, but… but he wanted one. He really, truly, utterly wanted a kid with his Romano. He couldn’t think of anything better, and suddenly all his thoughts shifted around to include this new realisation, until everything else paled in comparison.
He was going to be a daddy~!
“I’m going to have a baby~” he chirped happily, ear still glued to Romano’s belly, even though it was surely far too soon to be able to hear anything from the other end.
“S-stop this madness! You’re not going to have a baby! I am! Let go!”
“Yes, yes, of course you are, mommy Lovi~” Spain chirped, still lost in a world of his own. “If I let you go, you’re going to run and pretend nothing is happening! I can’t let you! This is going to involve me, as well, and I won’t let you all alone!”
Romano’s cheeks turned impossibly red at Spain’s passionate words, but he was oddly touched by them, though he didn’t want to show it. He was scared, and he knew that he needed someone to help him through this pregnancy. He didn’t want to admit it, but he needed comfort, and he was sure his brother would, too.
They’d help each other, yes, but South Italy needed someone else that could be at his side, and even though this bastard Spain was the one who put him in this situation in the first place… at least… at least…
He did trust and… love… Spain. No matter what-
“Wait, what did you call me?!”
Spain blinked utterly unaware of exactly what he’d said, but when he looked up he felt a wave of anger directed at him and let Romano go, backing away from him with a smile.
“Romanito…”
“I’ll cut your dick off you for what you said! I’m not a woman!”
And then, Spain said the words that condemned him. “Well, but you are the one pregnant with our baby, I guess that makes you the mom, Romanito…”
Spain had no chance to run, because Romano was already jumping on him, hands clenched into fists, and he quickly turned to the side, trying to find someone who could help, and realised that England and France were peering in his direction from behind a wall.
“Oi, Francis! Arthur! For the love of God, help-”
Romano started kicking his ass, and France quickly hid behind the wall again, snickering all the while.
“Lovi! S-stop! Argh! It’ll be bad for the niñooooo! Loviiiiiiii!”
“That poor Antonio…” England shook his head and winced, daring enough to not cower at the sight of what Romano was doing. “I feel bad for him”.
“Then why don’t you go and help him, dear Arthur?” France looked up at him, careful to keep himself off sight.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going to get in the middle of that,” England pointed at the massacre that was happening on the other end. “Ah, I didn’t know you could bend your arms like that…”
France, unable to refrain his curiosity, peered again from behind the wall, then winced, regretting his actions as soon as he saw what was going on.
“Little Lovi has Antonio whipped, it seems,” he muttered, hiding again.
“In more than one way, I’d add,” England shivered, shaking his head. “Do you think we should leave? I haven’t had time to congratulate them…”
The click of the front door attracted their attention and they turned around, watching as Italy carefully peered outside, cheeks flushed.
“Ah… fratellone Francis?” he called out hesitantly, looking around. “Are you here?”
With the background of Spain being plummeted to the ground, Italy carefully moved towards where France and England were hiding, waving cheerfully at Japan as he passed by him.
Japan was too busy taking notes on Spain and South Italy’s interactions to pay attention to him, though.
“Feli~” France hid his fears well and swept Italy off his feet, holding him close. “What’s the problem? How did Ludwig take it?”
“Ve, I think I might need your help~” Italy pouted. “I am afraid I broke Ludwig~”
France and England stared at each other in confusion, then followed Italy into his house, rationalising that if he’d blocked Romano’s anger before, now that he needed them he would protect them from him.
Thankfully, Romano was far too busy to care about them. Passing by, England gently steered Japan away from the massacre and led him to Italy’s house as well.
As he entered the house after the other three, France threw a look full of pity at Spain and sighed; if Romano didn’t want to be a single parent, he would surely stop before killing his lover. There was nothing to fear.
Maybe.
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It would be nice if you could drop me a comment to tell me if you liked this new chapter ^^ also, please expect a somewhat fluff scene with Spain and Romano in the next one…
Petit Lovi, je suis désolé (French) - Little Lovi, I’m sorry
Ecco, vedi (Italian) - well, you see...
Mi cariño (Spanish) - my dear/my sweet (endearing)
mi niño (Spanish) - my baby/my boy
Fratellone (Italian) - big brother (endearing).