So I got the idea from this fic from an 80s movie I used to love as a kid. I'm not going to tell what it is until later though because that just gives a good amount of the plot away. You might be able to figure it out by the next chapter or so, or even from the title.

And anyway, it's not like it's exactly like the movie anyway. Just a few similarities here and there. I've got it all mapped out in a notebook too so hopefully I will be posting this on a regular basis. The title and rating of this may change too; the title I have right now is kind of "eh", but perhaps I'll come up with a better title later. Rating may go up depending on if I add smut or not.

I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own this mystery 80s movie that I took a few ideas from. Oh come on, borrowing small ideas here and there isn't that bad anyway. Shakespeare did it; go take a look at the Spanish Tragedy and then at Hamlet if you don't believe me. ;P

Lately, Arthur Kirkland had been a lot more moody than usual.

It really wasn't a whole lot of change, either, since sometimes the Brit's mood would shift for no real reason on a regular basis, but as of late he had been feeling a lot more sadness than anything else. Here he was, three years into his marriage, running a daycare on the Northeastern coast of the United States; he had a loving husband and the job of his dreams, making a fairly decent living doing what he enjoyed, and really he couldn't think of anything else that would make him happier.

Well, okay, he could. And that was what had made him so depressed recently.

Some called his husband, Alfred Jones, dense, simple-minded, and oblivious. But he wasn't that thick that he didn't realize the sudden change or notice that something was up.

It was on a particular day in March that things had gotten a little too out-of-control; so bad that in the middle of the day sometime during lunch Arthur just had a sudden breakdown. It had happened so quickly; one minute a parent had come to pick up their child and Arthur was signing them out and the next he had excused himself to the bathroom where Alfred could hear the other trying to control his sobbing. Noting that Arthur hadn't been himself the past week or so, Alfred called for another employee to come over and sent his husband upstairs to take the rest of the day off.

That evening, once everything was closed up and everyone had gone home, Alfred whipped up a quick dinner for his husband and put it on a tray to bring it to their room. He supposed that Arthur probably hadn't come out ever since he had been sent upstairs, and figured that frying up a few grilled cheese sandwiches and some tomato soup wouldn't hurt if Arthur was indeed hungry.

Holding the tray in one hand he knocked on the door, and after a bit of shuffling heard a rather quiet, "Come in" from the other side and turned the knob to enter. Arthur smiled half-heartedly when he noticed that Alfred had gone to the trouble to bring him some dinner; he was quite hungry, but he was also still feeling a bit down and couldn't force himself to fully smile.

"How're you doing?"

"Alright, I suppose," Arthur whispered, shrugging as he moved over so Alfred could fit onto the bed with him.

"Oh, right, I made you this." Reaching into his shirt pocket he pulled out a flat square of pink, yellow, and light blue made of wax ironed beads, setting it onto Arthur's lap before taking one of the sandwiches. "It's supposed to be the British flag."

The other laughed playfully. "I would have assumed that you'd know the colors of my flag, git. They are the same colors of yours after all."

"Well, yeah, but you know we ran out of red and white at least two weeks ago, and I thought the dark blue would look weird among the lighter colors."

Arthur chuckled again. "Thank you," he said, leaning over to kiss Alfred on the cheek. "It was very sweet of you."

The two ate in silence, the sound of their chewing and rustling of the sheets every now and then when they moved the only thing that was heard. Only after Alfred had picked up his second grill cheese did he clear his throat to talk to Arthur.

"So…are you really alright?"

One of Arthur's eyebrows rose in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course I'm alright."

"Oh come on, Artie, I'm not that dense as to notice that something is up."

"Really, I don't know what you could be talking about," Arthur replied, a bit more defensive. "Today was just…a rough day."

"Artie…"

The way Alfred had said that, so serious from his regularly joking and happy nature, yet the slightest hint of worry still in his tone. It made Arthur's chest grow tight as he felt this small pang of guilt. He knew that Alfred was just really worried about him, and it was his stubbornness that was getting in the way of things and making things more difficult. But what if Alfred laughed at him?

"Alfred…we've been married for three years now, correct?"

At this, Alfred's face paled. "Oh God, Arthur, please, please, you can't do this to me?"

"Do what?"

"Whatever it is you're unhappy with, I can change it! I'll do anything you want, just don't…"

At this Arthur's eyes grew wide, and he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at Alfred's reaction. "Git, are you thinking that I want to separate?"

"Well, yeah. What else would it be?"

Arthur laughed again, and at this Alfred looked rather confused. Arthur's laughter was making him really nervous, and it wasn't until the Brit looked up and saw the worry on his husband's face and said, "Oh stop that, I'm not asking for a divorce."

Letting out a nervous breath, Alfred's tense shoulders relaxed. "So then why are you acting this way?"

Ah, and now they were going to get to the real problem. Arthur's laughs died down as his hands began fiddling with the sheets, going over in his mind how he wanted to say this. "Right, well, about that…we've been married for three years then and…well…" he paused, "oh, just never mind. You'll laugh."

"Arthur, I can't help fix it unless you tell me what's wrong. I won't laugh, I promise."

Biting his lip and sitting silently for just a few seconds, Arthur finally took a deep breath.

"I want a baby."

Of course, not long after those four words were said did Alfred burst out in fits of laughter, holding his stomach and being careful not to kick their dinner everywhere. Arthur hit the bed with his fist. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" he yelled, almost on the verge of crying.

"No, no! I'm just so glad that that's all!"

"That's all? Alfred, I'm being serious!" He really did look like he was going to cry now, straightening up on the bed to make himself appear bigger as if that would make the other take him more seriously.

"Oh Artie," Alfred said, reaching over to pull him into a hug. Suddenly Arthur's face was buried into his husband's shirt. "I'm just really happy that's all you're worrying about because I thought it'd be something awful. But having a baby…that's wonderful!"

As the two embraced Arthur felt like a giant weight was being lifted off of him. He inhaled deeply, smiling at the scent that was definitely Alfred. His fingers curled into the other's shirt, letting out the breath he had taken, feeling much better now that he had told the other and he had been so happy.

"I'm just curious…why now?"

"Well, you know, we work in a daycare and…oh please don't laugh, but ever since I was little I had this, this…" he moved his hands about as if the word would come to him that way, "maternal instinct when it comes to having a family."

"Awwww, that's so cute, Artie," Alfred said, pushing him out of the hug to Eskimo kiss his husband. This only seemed to irritate the other, but only in a small way as he scoffed and rolled his eyes, but didn't pull away. "I'm just concerned about how long it will take," Arthur continued, "adoption or finding a surrogate could take several months, or even years."

"Well then," Alfred began, looking Arthur right in his green eyes, "we should get started right away, I suppose."

Arthur smiled back at Alfred, who ruffled the Brit's hair and gave him a quick peck on the head as he got up, taking the tray away. "I'm glad then that I asked. Even though you should have just told me," Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred's patronizing yet playful tone, "I would be more than happy to start a family with you."

As he left the room to return the dishes to the kitchen, leaving a now blushing Arthur sitting on the bed, his mind did wander back to what Arthur had said, how it could take more than a year depending on circumstances. He knew Arthur was good at being patient and was relieved at getting that off of his chest, but he hated for his husband to be waiting that long, especially since it was something he really wanted. And besides, wasn't that one of the vows that had taken when they had gotten married? To provide for each other to the best of their abilities?

Setting the dishes in the sink, Alfred suddenly had an idea. It was a long-shot, but the mere thought of his love's face when he saw what he had done made him grin. And it's not like he wasn't capable of doing something like that anyway, and their storage unit was full of random parts that he had wanted to experiment with but never had the time to anyway.

Perhaps it was time for him to put some of those parts to use, and if it made Arthur happy, well, than he was more than willing to do it.

TBC

So there's the first chapter. I have ten chapters mapped out for this whole story. Hopefully I can sit down and write the next one within a week or two. I tend to write these during class, so…here's hoping I can stick to it!

Oh, and grilled cheese instead of burgers…totally unAmerica-like but grilled cheese are sooooooooo good. Especially with bacon. Mmmm, bacon.

Lol, and the bead thing actually happened at where I work. Wanted to try making some different flags with the iron beads but we were out of the major colors…oops!

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!