Warnings: mpreg, magic, goofiness, crack (?), a birth scene
It was all England's fault, anyway. He was the one that suggested the magic trio try one of the untitled spells in the back of his unmarked spell book. Norway and Romania had been hesitant. England's spells tended to have…unforeseen side-effects. Sure, they were curious, but…
Forget it. Curiosity won.
Of course, they decided to test it on one of themselves because they couldn't find any willing victims. And of course Romania drew the shortest straw.
One thing led to another and Norway and England began the incantation. A blue light arose and alit itself in front of Romania. He had learned that panicking only made spells' effects worse, so he tried to keep as calm as possible. The light began to swirl around him slowly, then faster and faster. Eventually, he had to shut his eyes as the light got to be too bright.
He felt a small stretch in his abdomen, almost like something was taking form there. Keep calm be damned, he nearly had a panic attack and fainted. Finally, the light dimmed and he collapsed, the discomfort remaining.
"Romania, are you alright?" Norway and England knelt beside him, eyes wide. "What do you think?" he managed to groan, breath hitching as he felt his stomach – it was hard. And it hurt still.
England mumbled something under his breath and rested a palm over his abdomen, a blue light resulting. Norway and England gasped. "What? Tell me." England hesitantly laid a hand on Romania's shoulder. "Ro, you know that you're one of my closest friends, right? One of my best friends?"
'This can't be good.' "What did you do?" Norway turned away when England looked to him desperately. "W-well, I guess that book was written during the Dark Ages. There was a time when fertility rates were incredibly low, nearly negative. That spell was designed to reverse the trend. It granted a mother a chance to have a child, no strings attached, other than… than…" "Pregnancy." Finished Norway.
Romania didn't remember much directly following that moment. He vaguely recalled vomiting and passing out – or did he strangle England? Who knows.
After Romania had calmed down, he and the other two set about researching the spell. The pregnancy had been shortened – each week representing a month of gestation. Furthermore, the spell had created the appropriate anatomy for him in order for him to bear the child. (England had thoughtlessly suggested that there could be more than one, which earned him another near-death experience). It was decided that Romania would stay in England's house with him and Norway as they cared for him and documented the gestation and – eventually – birth.
Romania knew one thing to be true; it would be a miracle if England lived to tell the tale.
AN: Weird? Yes. Logical? No. Do I appreciate reviews? ALWAYS. Be kind, please.