Romano woke up the next day feeling a feeling of confusion, as though something was out of whack in Spain and his home.
The first thing he noticed was the fact that Spain was not beating on his door, trying to make him wake up for breakfast that he made 'especially for him.' The second hint was that the house itself was unusually quiet. Usually Spain would be whistling or humming something.
And then came the sudden noise that nearly made Romano jump out of his own skin. The cry belonged to a baby. 'What...why the fuck is there a baby in the goddamned house!?' Romano's mind protested.
Not even caring if he wasn't wearing a shirt, he ran into the living room to see Spain holding a crying baby in his arms. "What the fuck is this bastardo!?" He snapped.
"S-shh..." He said, now trying to calm a baby and Romano down. "Romano, I already have enough to deal with-"
"Are you kidding me!? Can you explain what the hell is going on here!?" Romano protested again, his head throbbing from the cries from the small child,"What the hell did you do!?"
"L-look, Romano, it's not my choice-"
"Of course it is! Get rid of it!"
Spain shot up from his spot,"Now listen Romano! I know you don't like the idea, but __________ is my daughter and I can't just leave her alone!"
Romano sighed, covering his ears,"Fine, fine! Just shut her up and explain what happened!"
Spain managed to get the baby to quiet down before explaining,"Look, apparently, I got someone...pregnant. And she passed on not long after bearing her. I can't just leave her alone Romano..."
"You got a girl-...are you kidding me Spain?" Romano said a bit shocked but still held a tone of bitterness. "So you think it's okay to just let some stranger's kid come live with us without even asking?"
"She's my daughter Romano..." Spain said a bit melancholy,"I need to watch over her...I'm her only family now and I won't just leave her alone in this world."
Romano sighed a bit, leaning back in his seat,"Fine, but you're not raising the ragazza by yourself." Spain turned to face his with confusion in his green eyes. Before he could speak, Romano continued,"I'm going to help you raise her, okay?"
"R-Romano...are you sure?" Romano nodded his head slightly, his face turning red. "So then...you'll be the madre, Romano?
"W-what...!? Why do I have to be the ragazza...!?" He said in a bit of a fierce voice while trying to keep the volume of it low,"Do I look like a ragazza to you...!?"
"Well, she needs a mother...and I'm her dad already." He smirked a bit,"Besides, you look more like a woman to me...except for the fact that your shirt isn't on."
Romano stood up a bit pissed and went to his room, putting a shirt on. When he came back, he saw Spain standing with the cute little girl in his arms, and his pointer finger in her small hands. He was beaming with delight and little _________ had a small smile on her face.
Going back to Spain, he noticed the little girl's short (h/c) and her shimmering (e/c) eyes which held a bit of happiness and curiosity in them. As Romano got closer, Spain noticed him,"Look ________, es tu madre! Say 'hola' to your new mommy."
Romano's face heated up a bit,"H-hi..." Looking away from Spain, he tried his best to hide his red face,"I'm not a bloody ragazza..."
"Aw common Romano." Spain pleaded a bit, coming up to Romano and kissing his cheek,"Don't be like that."
"I-I can be however I want to!" He snapped back, gaining _________'s curiosity. He noticed this and quickly continued as if he didn't notice,"B-besides, I'm not a three year old anymore."
Spain laughed a bit,"I think she likes you Romano." He brought her a bit closer to Romano and handed her over to him,"See..."
Romano was mentally freaking out when Spain handed him _________, but he began to calm down, seeing her innocent (e/c) eyes looking at him and a smile returned on her face. And a small one made its way onto Romano's.
Spain walked beside him, already cheerful as it is,"I still can't believe it...me...un padre..."
"I'm not actually that shocked." Romano said a bit cold. "You've hooked up with more girls than I could even imagine..."
"Have not..." Spain said in a quieter tone. He kind of was right though. "But that's not what we should be worried about right now, is it?"
Romano sighed,"Yea, whatever." Sitting down, he noticed the little girl in his arms yawning. Her eyes were dropping slightly and were full of tired tears. Romano smiled a bit and kissed her forehead.
"I think you two are the cutest..." Spain broke in lightly, sitting beside both of them and taking __________ into his arms. Romano reached out a bit as if he didn't want to let her go, but he straightened himself out quickly.
Spain didn't seem to take much notice, looking at his daughter falling asleep in his eyes like it was a miracle of nature. "She's going to have an interesting family, don't you think? Maybe I should tell France and Prussia...and you can tell your brother-"
"No! Because odds are mi fratello is gunna drag that potato-sucking bastard over here with his brother and then we're gunna have a big mess on our hands. I want Germany as far away from her as he can."
Spain chuckled a bit, rocking __________ in his arms in the meanwhile and lulling her to sleep. "Fine, but both of them will find out eventually. Whether it be Prussia telling Germany or your brother needing your help."
"Pffft, mi fratello hasn't needed me since that bastard Germany brainwashed him." He crossed his arms and slumped back in his seat,"And he never pays me a visit. Just like Rome never did..."
Spain kissed Romano's cheek again, trying to make him cheer up a bit,"Look Lovino, don't get so upset. Look at the positives right now." He grinned as Romano turned his head to shoot a death-glare at him,"You're a-"
"Don't. Say. It." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Okay, okay." He snickered a bit. "Madre."
"I'm going to kill you...!" He said harshly under his breath. "Just you wait. When __________ leaves this house, I'm murdering you..."
Spain kissed Romano, this time a swift peck on the lips before standing up and smiling at him,"Just you try to." With that hanging in the air, he left.