Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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During the ride, Eduard had said there was someone he wanted Tino to see. On the inside, Tino was trying to figure out who it might be. He couldn't think of anyone. Perhaps it was a person he's never met. But then, why would Eduard want him to meet someone at all?

Letting out a deep sigh, Tino decided to simply stop think about it, since he'd find out soon. He relaxed and rested all his weight on the back of the seat, and then unconsciously moved his hand to rest on his belly. It only took a few minutes for him to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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"T'no, w'ke up."

Hearing Berwald's rough voice, Tino slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The vehicle had ceased moving.

"Are we here already?" Tino asked as he sat up as best he could.

Berwald nodded with a grunt, and opened the door beside him. Once he had stepped out, Tino moved to follow, taking his love's hand gratefully. It was truly hard to move with the baby so close to being born!

"Come on, everyone. But Tino, stay there for a moment while I get him." Eduard said, opening the front door to a typical two-story red-brick house. He then disappeared inside of it. By "him", Tino guessed it was that person Eduard had been talking about.

While the others filed into the house, Tino stood in the same spot with Berwald beside him. He knew that the Swede was probably not going to leave his side for a while, and he was quite happy with that. Then a shout caught his attention. It sounded oddly familiar.

"Mama! You're back! You're back!" a young boy cried as he ran from the house and up to Tino. Eduard stood in the doorway with a smile on his face, and after a moment, turned away. Seeing the child's ecstatic face, Tino suddenly recognized him. Tears began to overflow and trail down his cheeks as he held out his arms. The boy immediately embraced him.

"Peter! Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry that you got left alone!" Tino choked out through sobs. He couldn't believe that he had actually forgotten about Peter! This was the child that he'd adopted years ago, three years before the SISC had taken him to the compound.

Peter looked up at him with a tear-streaked face, looking almost as emotional as Tino. There was a wide smile on his face.

"It's okay, Mama. You're back now, so everything's okay," that was when Peter seemed to notice Tino's belly, "Why are you so big, Mama?"

"Because Mama's pregnant, honey. That means you're going to have a little brother or sister really soon." Tino explained. He figured that Peter was now old enough to comprehend such information. The boy was about eleven now.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tino saw Berwald watching them. He seemed to not know what to do as of the moment. Tino smiled and straightened.

"Peter, this is Berwald. I guess he's you're Papa in a way. Is that right, Berwald?" Tino asked, looking to Berwald to see if he was alright with the title. The tall Swede wasn't looking at him, though. He was looking down at Peter.

After a moment's hesitation, Peter approached him. He did not seem afraid, but curious instead.

"So, you're my Papa?" he asked.

Berwald nodded in confirmation. And with that, Peter regained his smile and gave a small jump of joy. Tino smiled at his enthusiasm. It was good that Peter and Berwald so willingly accepted each other, as he didn't know what he would do without either of them.

Then he felt a slight pain, and that pain slowly grew stronger. Tino hunched over, clutching his middle. He recognized this pain from over a year ago. It was the pain of labor.

"W'fe, wh't's wrong?" Berwald asked. Tino felt his hand touch his shoulder, but he stayed in the same position.

"Mama? Are you hurt?" Peter asked, sounding as worried as Berwald.

Tino raised his head slightly to make eye-contact with him, "Peter, go get some help. Now."

Peter's eyes widened and he nodded, turning and running into the house. Berwald knelt down to Tino's level, and Tino could see the extreme concern in his usually frightening face.

"It's, hah, okay...ugh. This is natural." He said, giving a very unconvincing reassuring smile. He could feel the baby kicking determinedly, ready to greet the world. A wetness was pooling in his pants. Tino closed his eyes and tried to breathe slower, but his eyes shot open once more when he felt himself being lifted.

At some point, without Tino noticing, Eduard had come outside. Tino took a second to realize that he was in Berwald's arms and being carried inside. Mere minutes later, he found himself being lowered onto a bed. He didn't bother to protest his pants and under garments being pulled off, they needed to anyway.

Eduard and Berwald both had unsure expressions, and for a moment Tino was confused as to why, then he realized the answer. They had very little idea of what to do. Of course! Tino himself only knew vaguely of how to perform a birth from his previous experience. And that thought reminded him of something.

"Get…hah, hah…Feliciano. He might be able to…ugh…help." Tino instructed. Nodding, Eduard left the room. Moments later, he returned with the Italian.

"Ah! What makes you think I know what to do?!" Feliciano asked, looking extremely nervous. Tino fixed him with a look.

"Listen, you do…know at least…hah...a little bit. So come…ngh…help me!" he snapped. The younger male winced and obediently got on his knees between Tino's spread legs.

After a glance, Feliciano said, "I think it's okay for you to start pushing."

"Berwald…ehh…please, hold my…hand." Tino pleaded, reaching out. Instantly, he felt Berwald's large hand meet his own. With the comfort of the touch, Tino began to push.

"Olen unohtanut, kuinka paljon tämä sattuu!" he cried, forgetting English temporarily.

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About an hour later, the birth had finally ended. Tino panted, physically exhausted. His legs felt weak, as with the rest of him. Slowly, he lowered his legs. It was a relief to do so.

"Here you go, Tino. A little ragazza." Feliciano said, carefully passing the baby to Tino.

"Thank you, Feliciano. You did very well." The Finn said with gratitude. Feliciano smiled, happy with the compliment, and quietly left the room, as Eduard had done long before.

Tino looked tiredly down at the newborn. She had blonde hair, as expected, but it was paler than both his and Berwald's, and her eyes were the same shade as Berwald's.

Berwald knelt down beside Tino, "She's pr'tty. Like yoo."

Tino blushed slightly, "Yes, I guess that's right."

"Mama! Feliciano said I can come see you! Are you still hurt?!" Peter asked loudly and he ran into the room. Berwald stood and 'shh'-ed him. Peter had a confused expression, but quieted.

"Mama is r'sting, he's v'ry tired 'nd loud n'ise isn't g'od for the baby." Berwald said.

Peter's confusion was now replaced with eager excitement and he whispered, "The baby is here?!"

"Yes, Peter. Come over here and see your sister." Tino encouraged. He smiled softly when Peter walked over and let out a quiet gasp.

"She's smaller than Sistine and Maria!" the boy commented in awe.

"That's because she's a newborn, honey. You were once this small, too. But just as you did, she will get bigger with time." Tino said, afterwards yawning.

Peter looked up at his parents, "Well, what's her name?"

Tino quirked an eyebrow in thought, the infant didn't have a name yet. He turned his head to Berwald, silently asking for assistance.

"H'w 'bout L'ila?" the Swede suggested.

Tilting his head, Tino thought it over. He then nodded, "That's a lovely name, Berwald."

Peter smiled and looked back down at Laila, "She looks a lot like you Mama, except for her eyes."

"Th't's why she's so pr'tty. She g'ts her l'oks from yoo, w'fe." Berwald agreed.

That caught Tino's attention, and he looked at the Swede with confusion, "You called me that earlier, 'wife'. What's up with that?"

"'Cause y'u're my w'fe." Berwald replied bluntly.

"No, I'm not a girl." Tino argued.

"But y'u're a Mama. Why c'n't yoo be a w'fe, then?"

"Yeah, Mama, why can't you? Even Laila thinks so. See, she's kicking!" Peter pointed out.

Tino groaned in defeat, "Fine, whatever. I'm too tired for anymore arguing."

Hearing this, Berwald told Peter to leave the room so that Tino could continue to rest. The boy gave each of them a kiss and went on his way.

"I'll m'ke sure he g'es to sl'ep s'on. And I'll see ya in the m'rning, w'fe." Berwald said, leaning down and placing a kiss on Tino's lips, then to Laila's forehead.

"Not your wife." Tino said, puffing out his cheeks with a blush.

Berwald gave a slight smile before he left the room, "Cute."

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A/N: Why do I get the feeling that you all hated this chapter? I'm sorry, I tried! Anyway, sorry for not updating in a while. Writer's block and all. Happy (late) New Year's!

I might not update again for a bit *shot*. But I honestly do hope you guys found a way to somehow like this chapter. We are almost near the end, actually. So yeah.

Translations:

Olen unohtanut, kuinka paljon tämä sattuu! (Finnish) – I forgot how much this hurts!

Ragazza. (Italian) – Girl.

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