A/N; Okay, this is going to be a long and twisty fic but I'm doing it. To all of you, my fics in the past were never complete. That was due to no pride in my work. This on the other hand I can say I put thought and effort into. So gather around and watch this massacre of love, hate, despair, lust, and angst. When life gives you lemons, READ EM! Without further delay, I give you what you (maybe)came here for. Rated M and loaded with HORRIBLE TRANSLATION TEQNIQUE!

MPREG! DRUG USE! PROFANITY!

Chapter 1: Boy Can I Tell You

The sweet scents of various meats and spices wafted through the villa along with humming, both imitating from the kitchen. Antonio Fernandez Carriendo had seated himself on a bar stool near the island counter in his kitchen and now was defying gravity by tilting it slightly aback, leaving it on two legs, while gripping the edge of the counter. He awaited his creative pizza to be done that he'd slaved on for hours, having nothing else to do to keep himself occupied without his feisty Italian in his day. Yesterday Lovino had received and inviting/ begging pleading phone call from his younger brother to visit him and Ludwig today. Lovino had been meaning to go over there anyway, he claimed, and if it would "Shut my fratello up!" he would do it even though the thought of Ludwig made the elder Italians stomach turn. Antonio noticed Lovino acting strange lately but just chopped it up to new habits. It was a 4 hour drive to where Feliciano and Ludwig lived near Bonn, and so Lovino had left at 7 to get a head start, and would be back around 8 that evening. It now was 4 and Antonio did not think he could go on much longer. "Nest time, I will go with mi Romanito." After about 20 more minutes of being lost in thought about Lovinos recent behavior, a buzz ripped through the air, frightening the Spaniard and causing him to fall backwards. "Aye, aye, aye! That is smarts." Antonio picked himself up, repositioning the chair and heading to the oven. Just as he went to pull out the pizza, the front door swung open and slammed shut. "GODDAMN IT!"

There was no doubt. Lovino was home. "Lovi~!" Antonio damn near dropped everything but leveled himself and placed the pizza on the stovetop before turning to face his lover. That's when his happiness froze. His lover was pissed (more than usual.) "Hola, Lovi. How was your lit-""Where's the wine tomato bastard?" Antonio looked down between them and gazed at the wine on the counter he meant to open all day but never got around to it. Lovino grabbed the bottle and popped it open with ease. He then proceeded to down most of the bottle in disgust. Antonio watched his lover silently and waited patiently the moment his lover was ready to share his experience. " So I drive way the fuck over there, the entire time they know I'm coming, but low and behold when I get there they're still asleep, which I knew was odd for the potato stuffer since it was damn near noon. So I get to sit at the table and wait around for them while they dress and was forced to watch them dance around each other like newlyweds and grab assing one another. Finally, we begin to eat. Feli begins squirming so he finally goes banging his orange juice glass saying he had an announcement to make." Lovino lit a cigarette. It wasn't like him to smoke unless he was in 'business mode' but Toni didn't question it. Lovino then proceeded to mimic his fratello, sounding just like the younger Italian. "Oh, fratello! I and a Germany are going to have a bambino!" Toni spit out his wine and began cursing the German out in Spanish, feeling both shocked and disgusted. Lovino chuckled. "That's what I thought too… I pulled my gun on him, ready to put one in between his eyes…. But that's where Feli clarified." Lovino looked up wanting very much to see his lover's expression. "Luciano told Feliciano to take initiative and be the man he was for once. That being said ….The potato bastard is carrying." Both men stood in silence then burst into laughter. After a while Lovino explained he left in a hurry to get home, that his brothers house activities were too odd and his brother was acting weird anyway. Finally Lovino noticed the food. "Oi, pizza? You're getting sex tonight…."The Spaniard looked up, taken back slightly at his lovers comment. This happened often in the house of passion. "Munde? Pizza equals sex?"

" You heard me bastard, don't make me change my mind." As Lovino slunk up the stairs, the Spaniard prepared the table. As they ate, Toni noticed Lovino was eating very quickly and more than usual. Long day, he supposed. "Aye, Lovi~, were you hungry? " Lovino then noticed his lovers stare and blushed. "S-shut up." 'I'll take that as a se.' Toni began sipping his wine then as his lover finished he sensed a tense atmosphere. "What seems to be troubling you, mi amore?" At this point Lovino was just playing with his remaining food and did not cease pushing it around to make eye contact. "Nothing bastard, where'd you get that idea?" Toni then slowly but surley rested a strong, comforting hand on top of his lovers. "We'd be great parents mi Romanito." He and Lovino stared at one another for the longest time. They both had been together for so long and though they wanted children nothing every really pushed them. Until now….. They began by Lovino driving in for a drilling and deep kiss. Mouth to mouth resuscitation was put to shame. From there it was much like a dance. Down the hall twirling and twisting around one another, removing and unbuttoning certain articles of clothing and making their way to the bedroom. Once there they began groping as Antonio laid Lovino down and begin whispering sweet nothings into his panting lovers ears as he prepared them both. Lovino was a queen who had to do nothing but lay there and be fucked. As Toni scisorred Lovino, slowly making his way to penetration, Lovino yelled out for him to hurry. He ended up just forcing himself in. back and forth he thrust, faster and faster until they were both ready to cum. they came together, thus ending the dance and then they fell asleep giggling and panting in one another's arms, not being able to show the joy and anxiety of trying now for a baby. It was the best sex they had had in years. It made them feel prepared for whatever was to come.