Daddy!Spain x Papa!Romano x Daughter!Reader

Protective Parents

I watched as Matthew paced in front of his brother and fathers, looking petrified.

"W-well you see-its just-girls are nice and all but-"

France stood and pointed "I always knew you'd be like your papa~ Come give me a hug!"

Without warning, France gave his son a big hug, earning a small 'maple' from the poor Canadian. Smiling at the sight, I was glad that his father was happy about the news, that was until I realized he thought Matthew was saying he was gay.

"um...papa....I'm not...no...urm..I....." he pauses takes a deep breath and yells "I GOT MY GIRLFRIEND PREGNANT!"

I watch him say in a quiet voice, I guess it sounds like yelling at him. At that moment, France's grip on him loosened and looked at him. He looked confused as he examined Matthew then me. "Wait, can you repeat zhat a little louder?"

Matthew gives a gulp and looks down gulping. "I-I got my girlfriend pregnant.......and she's Romano and Spain's daughter....." he says a little louder for him to hear. England slowly looks up and then comes to me, I shiver as he looked into my eyes.

"So....your carrying my grandchild?" he asks, I gulp and nod softly, that was until I was hugged tightly. I was shocked at his sudden hug but soon relaxed and hugged him back. He pulled back minutes later and gave a soft smile.

"I always wanted a grandchild but I never expected to be one so soon. I feel so old."

I giggled at his comment and smiled. "I'm happy to give you a grandchild. And I wouldn't ask for a better father than Matthew."

Looking up I see Al's face full of confusion and he raises his hand. "um, wait so, Mattie had sex before me.....HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!"

"You are just jealous zhat Mazhew got a belle fluer before you~ honhonhon~"

I giggled at America's shocked expression and hugged Mattie's waist with a smile. Alfred pouted.

"whatever" he mumbles.

~2 months later~

I looked around the house, looking for anything, something. I really was hungry and craving a few.....odd things. Last time it was a pickle covered in jelly, and the one before that was peanut butter with maple syrup. The baby has always been wanting something sweet since it is Mattie's child after all. But right now, it was chicken cooked in maple and then glazed with it as well.

"Mattie! Where's the maple?"

"I have to get some more maple leaf. Do you think you can wait a few more minutes?" he comes in with a small smile with his keys in his hand. Giving a slight groan, I whine and nuzzle into him.

"Please hurry....I'm super hungry and that chicken..." I start thinking about eating that damn good chicken. Chuckling, he made his way over to me and kissed my head before leaving the house. As soon as he was gone the smile turns into a smirk, going upstairs she changes into Matthews biggest hockey jersey, thankfully her baby bump wasn't that big and it went down to just below her butt.

"Wonder if he'll like my surprise~" I grin and grab my secret stash of maple syrup and his hockey stick.

Twenty minutes later, I hear a car pull up in our driveway followed by a car being shut. Looking out the window, I see Mattie walk to the front door with a bag filled with three bottles of maple syrup.

"Mattie~ I think it's aboot time we watch some hockey, eh~?" I purred and curled my hair with my other hand as I laid on the couch in nothing but his hockey jersey.

"I mean since you just love to watch it and nothings going to bother you right~" I purr as I put on my maple flavored lip balm.

Smirking at his reaction, I can tell he really wants to pounce on me. His face had turned redder than the Canadian flag, his curl seemed to be bouncing and his pants started to get pretty tight. I love torturing the poor Canadian with my kinky ideas.

"Well, Mattie~? Or should I just go change~" I purred.

But I didn't have time to figure out what happened next because Mattie was now pinning me to the couch with a dangerous smirk on his face. "My maple leaf, you are going to be punished for your actions~" At first I didn't know what he was talking about until he started to give my neck love bites, making me moan.

"M-Mattie~ W-Wait....papa and daddy will be pissed" I blushed and shiver but freeze as my blood goes cold when the front door opened.

"Damn Fucking Right" Romano stood in the doorway, tapping his foot angrily.

"Both of you will, your papa gave me permission to punish you if I saw you doing something I didn't approve of" he says and grabs mine and Matt's ears.

"Now (y/n) because your pregnant your punishment will be a timeout whilst Matthew" he grins evilly at him.

he paled at the grin (y/n)'s papa had given him. "I-I'm sorry Romano. I won't do it again."

Romano glared darkly and pulled the boy to a chair, making him sit in the corner. Romano huffed and crossed his arms. "I don't care if you are living with us or not, you will not do any sexual activity until the baby's born and until you are married. Am I clear?"

The both of us nod before watching him walk around us and gently slapping the back of my head, causing me to squeak as he points to the bathroom.

"Bath now!" he says causing me to run upstairs.

Worrying that I might hurt the child, Mattie yells "Please don't run, Maple!"

I chuckle softly. "I'll be fine Mattie, worry about you" He blushes.

After a full hour the bath I got out, hearing Matthew being lectured by Romano, I put on my dressing gown and peeked into the front room, I frowned as papa was still mad at Matt for making a move on me.

"R-Romano I'm very sorry...."

"Sorry doesn't cut it." he says angrily.

Feeling sorry for Mattie, I walk over and avoid looking at my papa. "P-Papa....it was my fault.....I was teasing him....please forgive him"

Giving a grunt, he sighs "Fine. But this is your only warning."
With that said, Mattie got up and bowed to apologize once more before going to his room to clean.

~6 months later~

~Mattie's POV~

Here we are, in the hospital, as my wife, (y/n), was in labor. Holding her hand as she screamed and yelled profanities, she gave one final push until everything went silent in the room all apart from a little cry. Looking up at the doctor, I see her wrap a small baby in a pink blanket before handing her to me.

She was so tiny and fragile. He had her mother's (h/c) hair and my blue-violet eyes. She was perfect. Carefully putting a finger out to her, she grabbed it with her tiny fingers. It was enough to tug at my heartstrings and make me cry. Holding her tiny body tenderly yet gently, I rocked her in my arms as I hummed a French lullaby papa used to sing to me.

She opened her eyes for the first time, revealing her (e/c) eyes. They shine like her mothers. Her soft coos were adorable, I loved it just as much as I love her and my wife. Sitting beside (y/n) with our newborn baby girl in my tender embrace, I kissed both of their heads softly as they both rested peacefully. I couldn't ask for a better family.

"Merci, ma amour. Je t'aime.