Spontaneous World
RusAme-Russia and America
NiChu-Japan and China
PruCan-Prussia and Canada
SuFin-Sweden and Finland
DenNor-Denmark and Norway
FrUk-France and England
GerIta-Germany and Italy
SpaMano-Spain and Romano
AusSwi-Austria and Switzerland
HungRom-Hungary and Romania
Chapter 1
-RusAme-
Alfred woke up with Ivan behind him; hugging him from behind and his cheek nuzzled into his shoulder. The American wondered if the man was awake and got his answer when the Russian started to kiss his shoulder. "Feeling better, dorogoy (darling)?" His boyfriend asked; concern thick in his voice.
"A bit but not much." Alfred replied as he cuddled into his lover. "You're helping, though."
Ivan smiled into America's shoulder. "I'm glad to hear." Ivan said softly as he kissed Alfred's cheek. "I hate seeing you ill."
America turned to face his boyfriend and smiled. Russia smiled back and kissed him softly on the lips. "Ya lyublyu tebya ( I love you)."
America smiled. "Love you, too."
…
"Alfred?"
Russia searched for his love before hearing the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom.
Ivan rushed to the bathroom and knelt down on the floor. He started to rub soothing circles on the Americans back. Alfred rested his cheek on the cool, porcelain bowl and closed his eyes. "I don't like this." America groaned. "I don't like this at all."
Russia stood up, closed the toilet lid and sat the smaller nation down; wiping his face with toilet paper. He then handed a glass of water to the American. "You know….you should really go to a doctor."
Alfred sighed and shook his head. "I'm fine, Babe."
Russia elegantly rose an eyebrow like saying, 'Really?'
Alfred smiled and shook his head. "I'll be fine, Ivan. Don't worry about me."
The Russian sighed and tenderly kissed his forehead. "I'll take your word for it."
Alfred smiled and flushed the toilet before standing up. "I'll be down in a second."
…
It was a wonder, really, why they had insisted to do these World Meetings. Nothing productive comes out of it, for one thing. Secondly, 100 percent of the time a fight breaks out about pointless things that could've been avoided. But, during these meetings, you get to see how certain nations act or what their personalities are like.
America, for instance, is usually cheerful and energetic. Every single country noticed that. And they took it on with forced acceptance. But, however, for the last couple months Alfred F. Jones had been different from his usual persona. He was unusually quiet, monotone disgracing his normally triumphant voice.
It scared a lot of the nations, if not all of them.
"So, yeah." America said flatly, capping the dry erase marker. "This is how taxes are currently affecting the states."
The blonde swallowed thickly as his breakfast offered to come right back up like it did earlier that morning. Like he had said to Russia earlier, he didn't like this at all.
As Alfred walked back to his seat, everybody stared at him with a mixture of shock and worry. Everyone but England, who looked at him with suspicion and curiosity.
Alfred sat down next to his lover and his his face inside Ivan's neck, wincing as his head gave a painful throb. "Can we go home now?" He asked, sighing in slight comfort as Russia pulled him close to him. "Soon, moye solntse (my sun)." The silver haired nation mumbled into his head, kissing his hair soothingly.
~Time Skip~
"America! Could you spare a moment?" England asked after the meeting was done and over with. The blue eyed nation looked at his father figure. "Sure." He turned to his amethyst eyed love. "I'll meet you in a sec, Ivan." The russian looked wearily for a second before kissing his hair lovingly, leaving the two in the empty conference room.
"How long have you been sick?" Asked England, going straight to the point. "Uhh…..for almost three months?" Alfred answered honestly, seeing no point in trying to hide the fact he was sick from him. He would've found out either way.
England pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course this would happen, why wouldn't it happen?
"Alfred, you are aware that male nations can get pregnant, correct?"
America furrowed his eyebrows together confused. "Of course I realize that! Why would you ask me…..oh." Realization dawned onto Alfred, trying to think back to the last time him and Ivan-
"OH."
England sighed. "How could of you not suspected this?" The corn blonde regained his posture and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ivan and I are usually so careful...it really didn't even cross my mind."
Arthur sighed and looked at his son straight in his eyes. He witnessed as shock and euphoria swam around in his clear blue eyes. "So this news isn't unwelcome?"
Alfred instantly shook his head in denial. "No...we just talked about kids the other day...we were going to wait a couple of months before we started trying...but this little dude had other plans, I guess."
The American smiled at England. "You don't tell anyone until I tell Ivan, alright?"
The Britt smiled warmly, bringing his son into a hug. "You have my word."
Alfred released from the embrace and gave Arthur a look of appreciation.
"Thank you." Then, with those words exchanged, the American walked to the door and went to go find his love.
~Time Skip~
"Dorogy?" Alfred was outside on the patio, his elbows leaning on the railing as he drunk a hot cup of coffee. The blonde turned around to see a concerned Russian gazing back at him.
"Hey." America smiled, silently inviting him to come join him. Russia walked over to him, encircling both of his arms around him. "You've been quiet all night…" A kiss was placed behind his ear; a soft,tender kiss. "Yeah...I just have a lot on my mind, Babe. That's all."
Russia frowned inside if America's neck. "Like what, Dorogy?"
The American signed, trying to think of a way to approach this. "...You know how I have been sick?"
Russia gently turned America around to face him. "Da...Alfred what's going on?"
America, looking at Russia straight in the eyes, said, "Ivan I'm eleven weeks pregnant."
It took a couple of seconds for Russia to process what his love said before a passionate kiss ensued.
"Rebenok (A Baby)!" He excitedly exclaimed when he came up for air.
America laughed and hugged him close. "I know!"
My own little dude.
Hello My fellow readers! Did I make a good first impression or not? So there are a couple of things I want to clear up and if you have any other questions/comments/concerns I will address them in the next chapter.
First off, I am not going for historical accuracy here. As much as I would like to, I would probably fuck things up and people would get all cranky about it. And, to tell you the truth, I don't want to deal with unhappy readers.
Second off, I would like to point out that FACE family is going to take place here. So, if anyone was confused on what I was going for, here you go.
Third, here are the list of pregnancy terms and stuff:
-Italy (22 Weeks)
-Romano (23 Weeks)
-France (18 weeks)
-Canada (27 Weeks)
-America (11 Weeks)
-Austria (20.5 weeks)
-Hungary (19 Weeks)
-Japan (16 Weeks)
-Norway (25 Weeks)
-Finland 26 Weeks)
Already existing families:
-France and England (America, Canada, Seychelles)
-Finland and Sweden (Sealand)
Okay...Im pretty sure that's everything. I will see you next update :)
Riley L. Potter