*Poof* Well, hello . Fancy meeting you here. I would ask you to suspend your disbelief for this one, but these are personified countries we're dealing with. Suspension of disbelief is a given. ;-P
Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia
WARNING: Birthing scenes. Actually, it is mpreg. But there is nothing graphic, because I believe in getting the point across without being incredibly explicit. But still, heads up. Just in case.
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"Push, England, Push!" Spain said, patting the island nation's leg. England groaned and panted, sweating as he struggled.
"I hate you so much!" tears leaked out of the British country's eyes, and he let out a strangled cry of pain.
Spain frowned. "That's not very nice. You kind of need me, you know. There's not exactly anyone else here to help you with this. Well," He amended. "Except France."
"I can't help right now anyways." France looked almost as pained as England. He indicated his right hand, crushed in a death grip by England's own. The unharmed hand was resting on England's knee, rubbing soothing circles.
"I hate you too France!" England ground out. "This is all your damn fault!" France just smiled sympathetically and planted a kiss on England's forehead.
"Come on, England!" Spain said. "Just a little more, Amigo."
Cursing loudly, England gave one last final heave, relaxing when he heard the loud squall of a small, red-faced baby in Spain's arms.
"A boy!" The Spaniard smiled. "Congratulations!" He went to deposit the child in France's arms so he could share the moment with England, but France made no move to take the child.
"Arthur, I need my other hand," France tried to gently pry his fingers from the tight grip, but England just held on tighter. "What's wrong?"
"I…I think there's another one!"
"What? How can you tell?" France and Spain clamored simultaneously.
"Because I'm still in bloody pain!"
France and Spain traded looks. France quickly took the child in one arm and Spain reassumed his position at the foot of England's bed.
"Holy cow, your right!" Spain said. "You know the drill, England. Push!"
"I shouldn't have to know the drill!" England choked off a sob. This was so humiliating! "Damn you Francis! If I hadn't-" his words were cut off by a moan of pain.
"I know, my love." France replied. "I love you too, and I'm so proud of you."
"Go to hell, you cheese eating surrender monkey!"
"There we go!" Spain triumphantly held up the second child, wrapping it in a blanket before setting it gently in England's arms.
"Why me?" England groaned. He would not show how enchanted he was with the child before him. "Why does this stuff always happen to me?"
"Well, you were the one who wanted to settle the new land." Francis reminded him. "I guess our little flings just solidified your fate."
"Whatever." England huffed tiredly. "Help me name them, and maybe I'll forget about hating you."
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Like I said, suspension of disbelief. And you can blame this all on a map of America detailing European settlements in the 1600-1700's. And sheer, utter boredom during class. I can't believe I wrote this. Mpreg and crack fics aren't really my thing.