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" Doitsu, doitsu! Look! " Italy had laid out all the baby clothes in the living room. Again. This was the third time this week. Nesting could be such a pain, especially with Feli's personality. Doitsu looked over from the paint slabs in his hands to see the Italian rest the frilly white dress on his big belly. The Italian could feel her reaction to the change of light, bumping about as if trying to find a light switch. Halfway through seven months, they were nearing the closing point of their preparation. Which meant, painting the baby's room. Germany chuckled softly, setting down his paints for now. " Perfect fit. " Feliciano gently took th