Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Two: Spamano

Antonio stretched his arms over his head, yawning as he woke up from a good night's sleep. He rubbed his stomach, of which was barely showing at three months along. Romano wasn't on his normal side of the bed, and he was a bit shocked that the Italian was even awake by eight in the morning. He usually woke no short of nine, and Spain was usually making breakfast for them. It seems that the rolls have reversed for this day.

The ex Spanish conquistador let the covers pool at his waist as he sits up. The master bedroom was large and well lit, and Antonio set his feet on a warm-by-the-sun patch on the carpet. His toes wiggled as he stood and popped his back kind of loudly. He was surprised that Lovi didn't hear him get up. He must be outside. Antonio concluded, slipping on a baggy shirt over his pajama pants. Both pieces were the color/pattern of a gray leopard, and he smiled at the outfit. It was really too big, but Gilbert knew he would be wanting some clothes that would fit down the road as his belly grew with the life forming inside him.

Opening to door to their shared room, Toni heard the sound of voices floating up from the living room and he could hear Francis's accent as he began to spin his tale of monstrous proportions. The thought of what France might share brought a large smile to his lips as he jogged down the stairs, being sneaky and tiptoeing around to startle Lovi. It didn't work, as he could sense Spain behind him.

"Don't-a try it, tomato bastard." They shared a kiss, Antonio sitting on the arm of the chair lightly as Felicano chattered away with the German brothers. Francis was smirking slightly at the engaged couple.

"Why are you smirking, Francis?" Antonio, quite oblivious, asked of the Frenchman. He tossed his short blonde ponytail over his shoulder before speaking.

"I am smirking at the fact z'at you two even got toget'er." Romano rolled his eyes, letting Toni do the talking.

"It is a bit... trying, at times with his personality." Spain shoots a playful glare at Southern Italy, getting a tongue stuck out in return.

Francis laughs, shaking his head. "I completely understand, mon ami." He stood, his knee popping lightly as he did so. He must have been sitting a while.

"I vill see you two later, keseseses. I think zhat Matthieu vill vonder vhere I am." Prussia stretched as he stands as well. "See you later mein awesome friends." He waves, walking away with the French frog beside him. Antonio waves back, earning an eye roll and smirk from his lover. Feli laughed his little laugh, Ludwig sharing a smirk with Romano. He felt arms wrap around his waist, suddenly being tugged into Lovino's lap. It was unexpected, and a squeak of surprise erupted from the country.

"Ve~ fratello is being sweet~." Felicano giggled and leaned on Germany, yawning quietly. He must have been up all night trying to sleep.

"Shut up-a fratello." Lovi scolds Feli lightly, eyes of hazel honey narrowing at his cheerful Northern half. Toni rolled his eyes playfully, slapping a hand on Romano's shoulder. It was with good intent.

"No seas malo con tu hermano." He crosses his arms, noticing apology in Lovi's eyes. (Don't be mean to your brother.)

"Sorry..." He grumbled, getting a smile and cheek kiss from the Spanish bastard.

"It's okay-a, mi fratello." Felicano hugged Lovino and he growled a bit. Ludwig cocked a silent eyebrow at Antonio, earning a shrug in return for his unasked question.

"Come on, tomato bastard. Let's make breakfast." Lovi stood, taking Spain's hand and having him follow. Almost as soon as the door closes, the Italian presses España to the marble island and proceeds to kiss the flesh.

"L-lovino~." He groaned a bit, biting his lip as he noticed the demonic smirk on his lover's face. Lovino wasn't going to be too rough, but it was going to be an epic make out session no matter.

"What, Antonio? Bothered a bit?" Romano steps closer, pressing his hands around Spain's midsection to feel the curve with two hands. Said country laughs, but lets the hands wander his skin.

"I wonder if this is-a joke." Lovino spoke quietly, a smile on his lips as he kissed the Spaniard soundly on the mouth. "Then I remember the name calling and it makes everything come to light." Let's just say Lovi has a wounded shoulder now.