Hi Ho fellow Hetalia fans! The story is about Arthur and Alfred's first baby, I wanted it to be biological so I suppose it can be considered as m-preg, but really I explain later on in the story. The story I think is pure fluff! It's just about Arthur, Alfred, and their child. Okay I hope that you are at least vaguely interested, and even if you didn't like it I want you all you review! Thank you so much!
Alfred ran home in the rain, trying to get to his boyfriend before dark. The two men had known each other for years, at first surprisingly enough being enemies, but then as Arthur finally began to warm up to him, they became acquaintances and eventually became friends, once they became friends they were just about as inseparable as Alfred's brother and this little stuffed polar bear that he always carried around with him. Alfred and Arthur finally started dating on a day much like this one. As cliché as it sounds, Alfred, after seeing Arthur run down the street getting pelted with huge raindrops ran out into the rain himself trying to stop him before the Brit caught himself a cold. Alfred ran up behind him and grabbed the blond man by the shoulders asking loudly over the sound of traffic and raindrops hitting the pavement, "Arthur! What the hell are you doing out here? You're going to catch a cold!" The emerald eyed man turned to the sound of the American accent that he had become so familiar with over the years.
"You twat! You are going to catch a cold yourself if you don't get out of the rain!" the fussy Brit exclaimed. Alfred took in the sight of the blond man, his hair sprinkled with sparkling raindrops, his bright emerald eyes looking concerned for him and his soft looking lips, pulled into a pout. Now, Alfred being the spur of the moment guy he was took his own initiative and kissed him right then and there. Wrapping his arms around the other man's neck in an effort of true love. When they finally pulled away, Alfred grinned sheepishly and commented,
"Do you know how long I've been wanting to do that?" the other blond man, rather than responding in words, pulled into a kiss of his own. Then pulling away from that he smiled.
"Me too."
"And that is how we fell in love." I smiled wrapping his arms around my blushing British boyfriend.
"That is so beautiful." Feliciano stood up and clapped loudly, wiping the tears out of his eyes and blowing his nose loudly. There were nods from everyone around the table, but none of them put it as the normally cheerful Italian had. The whole world was at this meeting, literally. There was on again off again couple, Elizabeta Herdavery and Roderich Edelstein, (Hungary and Austria), the two Italy brothers Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. Kiku Honda, who represented Japan, Ludwig Beilshmidt who was a very well represented Germany, Wang Yao (China) and Ivan Braginsky who represented Russia. Then there was Antonio (Spain), Gilbert (Prussia), and Francis (France) who more simply put made up the pervy gang the 'Bad Touch Trio' then there was me, America, and my boyfriend Arthur Kirkland, who represented Britain and boy was his accent cute. Of course I'm getting ahead of myself. There were more of us I just don't feel like naming all of us! Oh, I also should probably tell you that the last paragraph you read was probably three or four hours ago. I really am trying to get home to Artie. I'm not in a big rush. I just wanted to grab some groceries, and give him his box of tea before he had a conniption. Out of nowhere I heard the first bars of the Star Spangled Banner. My ringtone. I picked up the phone answering it with a "Yello?" It was a frantic Arthur on the other end.
"Alfred! Come home quick!" that's all I got before my partner hung up. Oh shit. I raced toward home clutching the paper grocery bags tightly. When I burst through the door of the apartment that we shared I saw my boyfriend rubbing his stomach.
"Alfred, I think I might be pregnant." That was needless to say the biggest shock of my life. "Sit down." Arthur suggested to me. I did running a hand through my messy wheat colored hair.
"oh my god." I whispered. "Oh my god Arthur! We're going to have a baby!" I exclaimed picking my boyfriend up out of his chair and spinning him around pulling him into a great big bear hug that I was famous for. "Wait a minute, you're a dude…right?" Arthur facepalmed.
"Yes Alfred the last time I checked I didn't have boobs or a vagina." He said dryly crinkling his bushy eyebrows.
"Then how can you be pregnant!" I exclaimed loudly. "Guys can't get pregnant!"
"Well in almost all cases, no a man cannot get pregnant, but with two people like us, it could happen. We're countries, it doesn't take…..intercourse." he chose the word carefully a steaming red blush appearing on his cheeks, " to have a child when we have two entities like that. However I can tell you that I know for sure who the 'baby daddy' is as you say." My boyfriend smiled up at me. "It's you Alfred, we are going to be parents!" we hugged kissed and ended up heading to bed. But while Arthur zonked out as soon as his head hit the pillow and began snoring softly, I stayed awake thinking about the baby we were going to bring into this world. Would it be a boy or a girl, what should we name it? Who should we tell the news to first? They were all good parent questions, and thank god I still had nine months to figure it out. Then suddenly I bolted up in bed, and I shook Arthur awake. He removed his sleep mask, (yeah…he has one of those) and groaned.
"What?" he asked still groggy.
"What if we're not ready?" I asked. "What if we aren't good parents? What if I can't be a good dad? " Arthur's expression softened.
"Trust me, we're ready, and I'm sure that you are going to make a great father." My boyfriend reassured me, then kissing me on the forehead he exclaimed, "Go back to SLEEP!" Yes my boyfriend was normally an early riser, but on the weekends he would much rather sleep in, not to mention it was probably around two o' clock in the morning.
The next day…
I woke up to the sounds of someone vomiting in the toilet. Oh here we go. Morning sickness. Parenting here we come. Finally after finishing throwing up, and brushing his teeth, flossing and gargling with mouth wash, Arthur came back and sat down.
"Ugh that was disgusting." Then he turned on me, "Why weren't you the one to get pregnant!" he exclaimed.
"Because I'm the hero, and hero's can't save anybody if there all sick all the time and are carrying another person around inside them." I came up with the most logical answer possible. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Who are we supposed to tell?" he asked me, leaning back in his plush chair.
"Well don't we tell family first?" I asked. That is what you did right? "I'll tell Matt, you tell your brothers."
"Hell no! There is no way that you can make me tell my brothers that I'm pregnant!" I rolled my eyes.
"Dude! Who do you want to tell?" I asked playing with his soft blond hair.
"Well, I suppose we could tell the rest of the allies…" Arthur pondered thoughtfully. Yeah the Allies…Oh shit the allies!
I jumped up out of my chair. "Artie we have a meeting today! Shit we're late!" Arthur jumped up and we ran out of the front door, slamming the door behind us. Two seconds later we returned.
"Pants, pants are good." Arthur stated pulling on the slacks he always had on stand by and a sweater vest. Blushing because his boyfriend had seen him in his union jack boxers. Oh well at least they weren't the unicorn ones he wore when he was alone, or when he thought that he was alone. Hey…stop judging I am not a creeper! We share an apartment so I am NOT a creeper! Plus they do look pretty cute on him. We got to the meeting late the two of us running in the door with Ludwig angrily yelling at us that the meeting had already started. Artie's hair was in complete disarray, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. TIMING! I reached over and kissed him passionately on the lips. Francis laughed in his strange French way.
"Ohonhonhonhon, L'angelterre I thought that your hair looked that way naturally." I didn't get it but Arthur did. Oh well there seemed to be a lot of things that I didn't understand. We got through the meeting really quickly. More like I was just tired of them yapping and wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. And I did exactly that.
"Guys! Shut the fuck up! We aren't doing anything but fighting anyways we may as well do something useful. I grinned at my green eyed partner as he gave me a look of dread. I pulled him up out of his chair and took us to the front of the meeting hall. "Arthur's pregnant!" I exclaimed. Everyone hushed then. "Me and Arthur are having our first child!"
Kiku turned to us. "Is this true Arthur-san? Are you and Alfred-san having a child?"
Arthur gulped, "Yes, I am pregnant." Francis chuckled perversely. "Not like that you bloody idiot! It was begotten I guess though I have no clue why." Feliciano spoke up.
"Well I'm happy for both of you!" he exclaimed, "I'm sure the baby is going to be just beautiful!" and that started our nine month journey to parenthood. I didn't know if we were going to play good cop bad cop when the time for discipline came or what the deal was. Our library shelf, normally filled with Arthur's Shakespeare and fancy literature, (he actually had a book that was written in Latin, LATIN) and my car magazines, became a beacon to all the parenting books that we received, or bought ourselves. Our alone time became a time full of planning and reading my on the couch and him in his favorite armchair and the lamp that his mother bought him. We went through dozens of names, talking about if we wanted a boy or a girl, and to my surprise parenting was actually rather fun. Ya know besides the fact my boyfriend turned into a whirling ball of cravings and hormones. I mean I understand that he liked scones, it was one thing that would never change, but scones with chunks or watermelon in it and sprinkled with pepper? That was just weird.
One night we were sitting looking like some sort of fifties couple, me reading my newspaper, (A hidden car magazine underneath) and him doing needle point. I didn't know how he could sew such tiny stitches. The last time I tried to sew I stabbed myself with the needle. Other thoughts consumed my mind, and eventually it led to me jumping off of my seat on the couch.
"God damn it Arthur we need to buy a new house. How in fucking hell are we going to be able to afford a house?"
Arthur protectively put his hands over his ever increasing stomach. "Shhhh! The fetus will hear you cussing." I rolled my eyes smiling.
"As if you don't cuss now that you're pregnant, and don't call it a fetus ," I crossed over to my lovable boyfriend placing my hand on his stomach. "It's a baby," I straightened from the position I had had over Arthur's stomach with a determined look on my face. I raised my hand to my hero finger. "And that my dear Arthur is why we need to buy this kid a fucking house!' I smiled down at him who rolled his eyes and exclaimed,
"What did I say about the fetus!" then he calmed himself a little bit, "And, I have some money put away, and so do you we could easily afford down payment! Plus both of us have fine jobs as well." I didn't really think the whole buying a house ordeal through did I? Oh well, being logical always was Arthur's strong point, even though I'm the scientist and he's the English arts/ drama professor. The house shopping went better than expected and we got probably one of the most beautiful houses I had ever seen. When the realtor wasn't looking I went out into the backyard and ran around, and spun on the lawn like a maniac. I stopped to see a very pregnant looking Arthur staring at me. I grabbed his hand (despite his protests) and we began to spin together. Our baby shower was the next day at our little apartment. All of our closest friends were there, meaning all the countries I mentioned earlier. At eight and a half months pregnant, Artie was bulging and several of our friends smiled and commented on it. We all talked, congratulations being thrown around and basically we never got a moment to ourselves. I was talking to everyone, bright chipper and happy as always, drinking a beer and leaning on the wall. Arthur was talking to someone and glared at me as I took another sip of my beer. The worst part of pregnancy was that he couldn't drink. I being the most supportive boyfriend ever, continued to drink. Whenever he glared at me, I just smiled back and mouthed think of the baby, or something of the sort. One time the two of us were out at dinner and he said something about how he was dying for a pint. I could only assume that it meant beer, or alcohol. I leaned over kissed him and told him "You cannot drink my darling, as you are carrying my son inside you." His eyebrows furrowed, and he scowled a little bit.
"Pssh. Your son, it's both of our child and I swear if it wasn't for the fetus, I already would have drunk two pints."
Anyways back to the baby shower. We all sat around the living room, and opened gifts. I pulled Arthur close to me, wrapping my arm around him. Predictably Feliciano brought us some pasta and a blanket that he knitted for the baby. Ludwig, gave us a basket of sweets that he 'bought'(meaning he baked them but was too embarrassed to tell us) Artie accepted all of the gifts graciously. Strangely enough both of us did. All of our gifts were great and something that I would totally use with little Christopher. Finally though after a long day of entertaining, and after everyone was out of the house, the two of us collapsed on the couch.
"Good god I'm tired!" he exclaimed leaning his head back and sighing.
"Well yeah! I'm personally surprised that you didn't kill Francis, I never thought you two could stay in one room for over an hour without fighting." He huffed and mumbled under his breath.
"Couldn't, might hurt the kid." I threw back my head and laughed.
Finally the fateful day arrived and my dear boyfriend finally went in for his c-section. I drove him quickly to the hospital and went through the back entrance to avoid as much staring as possible, no 'Mommy, why that man so fat?' or the smarter kids who already knew about pregnancy, asking 'Why is he pregnant, it's a dude!' He didn't deserve to go through that stuff. I called everyone, and the whole waiting room was filled with our friends. I had to stay out of the delivery room, because for someone as heroic as me, I sure did get queasy around blood. Actually, my brother Matt was in there trying to help Artie get through the pain. He came out during the actual delivery though. There was no way that I was going to let my brother see my baby before me. The nurse came out and looked at the room full of us.
"Who's the new daddy?" he asked. I adjusted my tie gulping silently as I rose my hand and stood. I cant believe that it was a Sunday. I didn't really think about the actual day. Of course we were just out of church, when we went to the hospital.
"I am."
He waited…"Well do you want to go see your new baby?"
"Oh! Yes, yes please thank you." I followed him through the double doors, and I heard crying. I went into Artie's hospital room. He was sitting there as beautiful as ever, holding a small bundle in his arms. He looked up when I walked in.
"Look at our baby Alfred." He smiled, with little tears in his eyes. I perched myself on the edge of the bed, and Arthur passed me the baby. He looked so tired. I guess I would be tired too if I had just got a baby cut out of me. I kissed him on the forehead.
"Get some rest okay babe? You look so tired." he nodded and laid down his on the pillow. I carried her out into the waiting room, where I saw all of our UN buddies crowded around the window watching me come towards the door. They scrambled to get back to their seats. I looked down at my baby, (man oh man did it feel weird saying that). As soon as I walked through the door, Matt, Francis, Roderich, and Ludwig (strangely enough) all asked me what it was.
"It's a baby girl!" I declared proudly.
Thank you guys so much! I really appreciate it! I'm clearly happy that you read it through to the end. I think that there will be more chapters, but if you guys think it would be better as a one-shot please tell me. I love all of your reviews so please please please review! Love ya!