AN: this story is a bunch of cute one-shots based around pairings and their children. You guys can request certain pairings if this story doesn't suck balls. Anyway, here is story and please review. First pairing is AmerBel because they are my Hetalia OTP.
"Natalya? Where are you?" Alfred called out to his fiancée. When he got out of the shower, she wasn't sleeping in the bed, where Alfred left her.
"Out here!" She called, her thick Belarusian accent laced in her words. That came from Sampson's room.
Alfred walked to the room, he popped his head in and saw Natalya and Sampson playing a video game. Both of them had game controllers gripped in their hands.
"You aren't getting away this easy, Sammy," Natalya called out and the blonde boy stuck his tongue out at his mother in response.
"What are you two doing?" Alfred asked. Sampson turned his head to his father. His violet colored eyes looking him over, his ruffled blonde hair sticking up in odd places.
"We are playing Black Ops, duh," he told his dad and turned his attention back to his game where he just got his guts splattered out by his mom's gun.
"Don't talk to your Бацька like that!" She scolded after her son's player started a new life.
"Okay, have you two seen Nathalie?" Alfred asked the two gamers.
"Uhh, she's reading that stupid book in her room, I think," Sampson told his father as he died again. Once again at his mother's hand.
"Okay, thanks," Alfred wet out of the room, as he heard his son cry out about dying. He walked down the hall and approached Nathalie's room. He knocked twice before a muffled come in was heard.
Nathalie was splayed out on her bed, a book resting on her chest as her blonde hair flowed around her head. Some soft French music was playing out of the radio. Probably a cd that Mattie gave her.
"Hey, sweetie," Alfred said as he sat down on the edge of her bed. Her room was neat, it reminded him a lot like Germany's house when he was over there. Nathalie looked at him, her pale skin reflected the light that strew in from the open window. Her bright blue eyes contested with her face, glasses perched in the bridge of her nose.
"Hey, Dad," Nathalie told him. She looked him over. He was dressed in his ever present pair of jeans and Captain America shirt.
"What are you listening to?" He asked, he was pretty off touch with her. He seemed more like Mattie's child than his own.
"Oh, it's Cœur de Pirate. Uncle Matthew gave it to me, he says she's Canadian but I can't really hear her accent," Nathalie told her father as she pressed a button on the small black remote beside her that made the radio shut off.
"We'll, I was wondering if you wanted to make breakfast with me," Alfred offered to his daughter. She never said no to this, she loved cooking with her dad and she also loved trying to teach Grandpapa Arthur to cook.
"You bet!" She hopped off the bed and walked with Alfred to the kitchen.
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The four of the Jones's sat at the table. The all ate in silence; piles of bacon, eggs, waffles and toast sitting on the table.
Alfred nodded to Natalya and she gripped his hand under the table. This was big.
"Children, you papa and I have something to tell you," Natalya said to the kids. The both looked up at their parents.
"What is it?" Sampson asked impatiently. He wasn't one for waiting. The two looked at their parents, waiting for one of them to utter a word.
"Well," Alfred began before Natalya cut him off, "You are going to have a new little sister or brother." The look on their faces was priceless.
AN2: okay, not my best, but leave a pairing in the comment sections and I'll try to make it happen! Thanks!