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Translations (In order of appearance):
(Spanish)
sí: yes
It was…amazing, for lack of a better word, when they heard the baby's heartbeat.
They had gone to a doctor's appointment—the doctor had specialized as a medical professional for nations—and she rubbed the gel on Romano's stomach, causing the hotheaded Italian to bitch, "Damn it! That's cold!"
Spain wouldn't let go of Romano's hand the whole time, and it seemed that Romano didn't even care.
The two were entranced by the picture of the baby via sonogram. Romano felt his eyes start to burn and blinked back the tears. He wasn't going to cry, damn it.
"Would you like to hear the baby's heartbeat?" The doctor asked, a smile plastered upon her face.
"Sí, sí!" Spain nodded enthusiastically.
And then they heard it, the fast beat of bump-bump bump!
Spain was sure that he saw tears coating Romano's eyes, but he thought it was best not to say anything.