A/N: This isn't an update. I just completely forgot to upload this all those months ago. I'm still (kind of) in the Hetalia fandom. Oh just take it and thanks for all your kind reviews.

More Kids Than You Can Count, Part 2

"How the hell do I always get stuck making meals?" Romano grumbled to himself as he stirred a giant pot. "It's not like Spain ever does anything around here. His only excuse is that he's on ivacation/i." Romano snorted and pulled the pot off the fire, dragging it over to a large table.

He sat down and ate as much as he could before shouting, "Dinner!" They came scrambling out of the woodwork, all of the kids running for their table so they would actually have a chance to get food.

"Hey, wait!" Spain shouted as he, too, came sprinting in from outside. "You have to wait for ipapá /ibefore you can eat!" He was too late and the table was already full of kids stuffing their faces.

He tried to sidle in next to one of the girls. "Come on, iDominicana/i, let daddy have a bite?"

The girl waved Spain away. "Once you learn my name," she said through a muffled mouthful of food.

Rejected, Spain tried to take the place of the boy next to her. "iPerú/i, haven't I raised you? Surely the least you can do is give me some food, ipor favor/i?" The boy snorted and pointed to another boy on the other side of the table three seats down.

By this time, the food was gone and the kids began trickling out, some hungrier than others because they were late. Spain crouched by the pot dejectedly, staring into its depths in hope more food would magically appear.

One of the girls – Bolivia? – slowly walked over to him. She stared shyly at Spain before looking away and holding out her hands. In her hands was one of the most amazing sights Spain had ever seen, food! "Oh thank you, thank you, igracias/i. You are iuna ángel/i!" He hugged the girl tight before eating up the food. The girl blushed and ran to hide with her brothers and sisters.

"You are a sad, sad man." Romano was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, watching the scene play out. "They would respect you more if you acted like you gave a damn."

"I do!" Spain protested. "They are my adorable children, how can I not care?" He got up and draped his arm over Romano's shoulders. "Did you not see that! Bolivia loves me!"

Romano shrugged Spain off. "That was Argentina, you idiot." He rolled his eyes and left Spain to clear up the mess. It was time for his siesta.

Spain stared after him. "Really?"