SpainxReader - For Better or For Worse - part 1

Kids, have I ever told you how I met your father? No? Okay, then, I guess I’ll tell you!

Oh, don’t give me that look. If your father was the one to tell you the story, he would insist on making it the longest story ever. At least I’ll make it as short as I possibly can.

Right, then. I’ll start when I first found out I was pregnant. I had decided to not tell your father, and instead told one of his best friends, Gilbert.

Not my best idea.

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The white haired, red eyed Gilbert Beilschmidt pulled himself off your living room floor, rubbing his head in pain. “Vat happened?” He asked, groaning slightly. “Did I pass out?”

You paused. “Not exactly…”

Flashback:

“I’m pregnant.” You admitted, watching the albino's face for any expression that would appear.

There was a short silence. Then….

“Are you sure you’re not just getting fat?”

Lets not say you punched him. That would sound mean. Lets just say that your fist high-fived his cheek, and the awesomeness of your high-fist knocked him out.

End flashback:

“Oh, right.” Gilbert remembered. “So, um, you’re pregnant.” You gave a short nod. Then he gave you a once-over. “Looks like nobody told your boobs.”

That time, you really did punch him. And you knocked him out. Again.

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“Vat happened?” Gilbert asked again as he pulled himself off the ground. Again. “Did I pass out?”

“Oh, my-” You raised your fist for the third time, ready to punch him for the third time, but he raised his arms to shield himself. “Please stop hitting me!” You decided you had been cruel to him enough in the timespan of less than an hour, and (reluctantly) decided to put your fist down. Slowly, the “Awesome” Gilbert stood up, looking cautious in case you decided to lose your cool and punch him again.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little weirded out. “So, are you sure you’re …. you know…” He trailed off, looking awkwardly off to the side.

“No, I’m not positive.” You said, crossing your arms. “But I am a week late. And I am never late. Seriously, it’s a point of pride with me. I plan to go to the doctor’s on Monday. But until I find out for certain, not a word about this.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, to make sure your point got across. “To anybody. Especially not Antonio.”

Antonio. Antonio Fernández Carriedo. He loved tomatoes, turtles - not necessarily in that order - and had been visiting from Spain (his home country) when you had (literally) crashed into him on the streets of (random city/place) - how you had gone from crashing into him to becoming friends with him to falling in love with him was a mystery to you. He had been your boyfriend of, what, a year? Yeah, a year. You weren’t one of those insane girls who got all emotional over a couples “year-aversary” or whatever they called it, so you weren’t completely positive on how long you two had been dating. But one thing was for sure - it had been the best year of your life. He was so sweet, always there when you needed him - and even when you didn’t need him. When you were depressed, he’d show up at your doorstep with his guitar, a box of (favourite candy), a bouquet of (favourite flowers), and, of course, a basket full of tomatoes. He was cheerful all the time, to the point where it was ridiculous and he could be seen as slightly moronic. But he had told you once before that the world was full of enough hatred and violence. And that he didn’t care how people saw him, as long as he was living his life the way he wanted to.

“Toni?!” Gilbert looked startled. “You mean - you - Toni?! You’ve been doing it?!”

“Well, if you want to put it that bluntly, yes.”

“Since VEN?!”

“Since, I guess, a few months ago?”

“I can’t believe zis.” Gilbert flung himself down onto the couch, running his hand through his white hair.

“I can’t believe it either.” You sat down in your armchair, absentmindedly tapping both your foot and your fingers. It was a habit you had achieved over the years - whenever you were anxious or nervous about something, you would tap your foot or your fingers. And right now, you were stressed out enough to be doing both. “I’m not ready for kids yet! I mean, maybe, in a few years, but-”

“No, it isn’t zat!” Gilbert looked at you oddly.

“Then, what is it?” You demanded, crossing your (s/c) arms. What else would he be talking about?

“Toni forgot my two number one rules!” Gilbert held up two fingers. “Number one, always use a condom!” While you blushed furiously, the albino lowered one finger. “Also number one, always tell your bros (meaning me and Francis) when you’ve shacked up a Mädel!” (girl)

You stared at him for a moment.

Then, thanking God that you had moved your armchair that close to the couch, you slammed your fist into the Awesome Gilbert’s cheek for the third time in less than an hour.

And then he was sprawled out across your (f/c) couch, completely and utterly unconscious.

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Grumbling to yourself, you took another sip of your (non-alcoholic drink). (Non-alcoholic drink). Bleh. Not so bad, but not as good as (favourite alcoholic drink). Your older brother Matthias - a notorious drunk - would have a heart attack if he saw you. And not because of all the alcohol in his system. (Although, he was getting a little better at restraint, but he was still a heavy drinker.)

You were currently sitting at a table in Puzzles, a small bar in the city you currently resided in. Gilbert had come with you, to make sure that you wouldn't try and get an alcoholic drink. Ever since you had told him about your suspicions of pregnancy the other night, he had become ridiculously protective of you - or, more specifically, the “baby” growing inside of you. And I say “baby” because it hadn’t been proven to actually exist yet. Despite this very crucial fact, when the waitress had come up to your table to get your orders, Gilbert had said, and I kid you not, “Okay, one beer for me, one (non-alcoholic drink) for Mommy.” When you had threatened to punch him, he quickly shut up, but didn't cancel the order for either of your drinks.

You glanced around briefly, your (e/c) eyes flickering around to check if Gilbert had returned from the bathroom yet.

He hadn't.

Quickly turning your attention back to what you were doing, you set down your glass, and made a grab for the German’s beer. You had it in your hand, and were about to take a sip, when the white-haired devil himself had slid into his seat and taken his drink back, sending you a warning look as he did.

“Damn it, Gilbert!” You exclaimed furiously, slamming your hands down on the table. “Give it to me!”

“Nope.” Gilbert smirked at you, taking a drink from his glass just to mock you. Stupid bird loving Albino German dude who claims he’s Prussian… “Since I am zee only one who knows about zat baby inside you, ______, it is my duty, as Toni’s best friend-”

“Toni says Lovino is his ‘best friend’.” (I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. )

“As his best friend,” Gilbert continued, as if he hadn’t heard you.  “To make sure zat you, und zat baby, are safe until you either find out vether or not you are pregnant, or until you tell Toni.”

“Which will not be until I find out whether or not I’m actually pregnant.” You finished.

There was a small pause, before Gilbert asked the question you had been dreading. “______…. do you vant the baby?”

You were completely silent, tapping your fingers against the table as you thought about what Gilbert had said. “I don’t know.”

“Vat do you mean?”

“I mean,” You said tensely, blowing your (h/c) bangs out of your eyes in impatience. “I don’t want kids. Like, not right now, at least. Not until a few years into marriage, I guess. Having a kid now - it would just mess up everything.”

“What would mess up everything?”

You almost jumped about a foot in the air as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Turning your head, you smiled a bit as you saw it was just Antonio attacking you from the side. You smiled even more as he kissed you on your lips, then on your forehead, and then on your cheek.

“Oh, come on, Toni!” Gilbert groaned in annoyance. “Keep your pants on ven you are in the presence of your Awesome friend!”

“______, what would mess up everything?” Antonio asked again, kissing your cheek for a second time and making you blush a bit. “Oh, you have to stop being so cute if you want me to stop kissing you, chica.” You both chose to ignore as your “awesome” friend mimed taking out a sword and stabbing it into his stomach (complete with all the noises and actions) while Francis (who had arrived with your lover) “ohonhonhonhon”ed. “What would mess up everything?” He asked for a third time. 

“Uh….” You found yourself wracking your thoughts for words, anything other than the truth. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”

Antonio gave you a disbelieving look, letting you know he didn’t buy that for a second, but left you alone. Thankfully. And the four of you departed from Puzzles at 11, Francis with some random girl he had picked up, Antonio with his arm around your waist, and poor Gilbert all alone. Right before you and Antonio left, while he had been getting the car, you grabbed Gilbert’s arm. “Come with me to the doctor’s.”

The Awesome one had given you a raised eyebrow, so you were forced to explain.

“If I am…. you know, I don’t want to be there by myself when I find out. And since you’re the only one who knows, and I really, really, really, really don’t want to tell Toni… could you come with me?” You finished off by giving him your best pleading look. Again, you had received a raised eyebrow. You let out a groan and buried your head in your hands. “If you come with me, I’ll agree to play in the lazer tag tournament with you next month.” I’m so going to regret this…

“But only if you aren’t pregnant.” Gilbert said, nodding in agreement. “If you are, no lazer tag. Shouldn’t risk hurting ze baby.”

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“It vould be totally un-awesome of me to risk hurting Toni’s baby.”