So! I won't deny this kind of idea was forming in my mind ever since I read (And...maybe reread a ten thousand times) SoutParkFireFly's fanfiction, Little Nations, but this'll be different from that! I wanted to write a fanfiction with Mpreg for Hetalia for a while and I thought, well if she could do it, then why can't I? I won't lie I feel worried, sometimes, writing Mpreg but I'm going to upload and create this story best I can whether people like Mpregs or not! I just hope this is, you know, good! And I don't mean to copy or make it seem like I'm taking her idea because I guarantee I am not, this was just something inspired by that! I'll post the first chapter, as I have a whole series kind of thing on my AO3 but I'll post the first chapter for now and go from there~!
It was a late morning, when England woke up. It was Sunday, the one day he prided on sleeping in, the sun outside inching higher in the sky with birds tweeting insistently with bright beams aching to get past the tightly closed curtains; he had blankets pulled over his head as he curled into the toned side with a sigh when his bedroom door slammed open and he was body slammed.
"Mummy! Mummy! Wake up Mummy!" Came a shout of happiness and eagerness as four sets of little feet jumping on the mattress, over England and, yes, America as they both jerked with alertness as happy children giggles filled the room.
"Bloody hell!" England gasped as his legs bucked and he surged up when two bodies thudded down on the elder Nations.
"Mummy! Get up!" A young boy chirped, his hair messy from sleep, but had the caramel blonde of his father with wide blue eyes and glasses, thick eyebrows with a wide smile.
"You said to wake you up, Daddy!" Another voice impatiently reminded America who looked up as he pulled his glasses on staring at a small girl, messy sunshine blonde hair with large blue eyes of her brother and father that were framed by thick long lashes, a Nantucket ahoge sticking up like her father's.
"So this is you're bloody fault!" America jerked when England turned his rage to the Nation next to him who widened his own blue irises at England's infuriated greens.
"No! I swear, baby, it wasn't me! I mean, yes, I told JoJo to wake me up today, but never did I say for Liam to wake you up!" America defended holding his hands up, palms out fingers spreading as he stared at his lover who was pouting yet scowling at him. Then he huffed out a breath.
"Jolene, Liam, go to your rooms. Clean them, get dressed and brush your teeth-Now!" England snapped making Liam and Jolene blink then scramble off their parents.
"This is your fault, Liam!" Jolene snapped at her elder brother the only way a four year old could which confused Liam, his seven year old mine processing his sisters anger then he sighed hanging his head which only made his glasses slip down on his nose.
"Sorry, Mummy." Liam said sadly before walking out with Jolene huffing and puffing behind him as the door slammed with the intensity of a four year old. Only then did England and America sigh out tiredly.
"Why did I ever sleep with you?" England sighed out flopping back against the pillows as he looked at America who widened his eyes.
"Because you are so in love with me you jumped my bones that night and the outcome was, impossibly, Liam." America explained cockily when he yelped as England punched his shoulder hard. "Ow!"
"Bloody twit." England sighed then heard the children bickering and sighed. "Why are male Nations having children?"
"As Nations we should be impossible, but children...well they're a bonus! Come on~" America nudged the pouting England smirking suddenly. "You know you love them~ And meee~"
"Shut up!" England snapped but his lips were twitching and he stood up out of bed, his ass and lower back aching. "God, you're a bloody animal during sex, aren't you?"
"What can I say!" America protested brightly as he watched England shake his head and pad to the closet where their clothes hung from hangers. "Besides you love it rough!"
"Sh-Shut up!" England then snapped a boiling flush burning in his cheeks so fierce the tips of his ears burned and he grabbed his clothes stalked out of the room with a spreading dark spot on his flag boxers and America smirked when he looked to the door way seeing identical blue eyes meeting his.
"I-Is Mummy still mad?" Liam asked hesitantly as his glasses flashed once in the oncoming light and Jolene stared at her brother then her father with the intensity of England.
"He's a twit, Daddy." Jolene sighed when Liam broke out a peal of giggles that made Jolene blink before a giggle burst past her own lips and the siblings dissolved in peals of unstoppable giggles that almost had America going.
"Don't say twit, JoJo." America fake scolded as he walked to the door in quick steps and swept his daughter up making her squeal and he then balanced her on his hip as she giggled continuously. "And you, Liam, are not in trouble. You just wanted to get Mommy up, huh?"
"I-I guess." Liam stuttered breaking in his giggles to feel a shameful blush crawling up and he fidgeted as he stared at his father.
"It's fine then, tiny dude!" America cheerfully responded reaching out ruffling up his son's already rumpled hair making him laugh cheerfully like his father despite his flushed cheeks and Jolene pouted then tapped America's cheek making him hum in attention as he looked at the pouting four year old.
"Daddy! Me too!" She demanded thumping a small fist on his shoulder as she pouted more looking so much like England America felt the urge to squish her to his chest tightly. But, acting against that urge, he reached his hand up then ruffled Jolene's hair lovingly making her giggle. He continued ruffling her hair until she tensed and a whine burst free and he jerked his hand away like she was fire.
"Sorry, kid! I didn't mean to hit the curl!" America apologized immediately when his daughter glared and a sigh made all three jump guiltily and look to the door way.
"Liam, Jolene, I thought I told you to clean your rooms, brush your teeth and get dressed." England spoke crossing his arms as his green eyes flicked to Liam who winced under the emerald gaze then to Jolene who blinked her wide eyes then down at the floor wiggling lightly before England sighed.
"Iggy, come on! Lighten up! The kids only wanted Mommy up! Right, JoJo?" America questioned as he stared at his daughter's face who looked up then nodded squirming now as if to burrow into her father.
But she then looked at her mother from behind sunshine locks of hair and turned facing him fully, her torso twisting easily and she stretched her arms out. England blinked in surprise then smiled with a little breath pushing through his nose stepping forward plucking Jolene from America's hip and balancing her on his own expertly. She nuzzled her cheek happily against England's shoulder happily. Despite being grumpy like her mother, Jolene was truly attached to her mother and loved her deeply, but was unable to show it right like England.
"We-We're sorry, Mummy!" Liam stuttered out making England look down at his eldest who's eyes were so wide he felt he was drowning in his son's sorrowful blue irises.
"Oh, darling, Mummy isn't angry with you! He's just grumpy in the morning! Come here." England stretched his free arm out for Liam to come to his side, which he did, and he stroked his hand over his son's caramel locks. "I do want both of you to go and get tidy for the day, Uncle Matthew is coming over!"
"Yay!" Both siblings suddenly shouted happily and Liam took off with Jolene squirming to be put down and the minute her small feet touched the floor she was gone.
England smiled fondly when he felt arms sliding around his waist and he was pulled close to America making him look up, a clash of green against blue, when America leaned down pressing his lips against England's making him sigh and curl his arms over the American's shoulders only to slid a hand into the surprisingly silky feeling caramel blonde locks. He took a harsh breath in when America's lips became more insistent and he shivered at a wave of prickling heat, filling him up with a tingling sensation of climbing in a hot bath, when he was turned being walked to the bed.
He made a light squeak when he fell back on the bed and America flopped on top of him as they breathed quietly locking eyes before beginning a new kiss. England felt like his chest was being squeezed tightly as his lips moved with America's and his stomach tightened with a squirming sensation of excitement. That is until there was loud knocking at the door, Liam and Jolene beginning to bicker about who bathed first and America pulled away from his lover with a curse and heavy breathes, his cheeks a soft red like England's.
"It's okay, love." England murmured making blue eyes shift down to him and he smiled sitting up halfway beneath America who blinked at the English man who cupped his cheek. "There's plenty of time tonight, when the children are sleeping~"
America blinked again then smirked widely at England dipping his head down so his forehead touched England who was grinning crookedly. "You promiscuous little fuck, you~" He purred back at the English man aware of a hardness pressing against his thigh.
"Oh~" England twisted his hips grinning wider when America growled leaning back down despite just being told they'd continue tonight, he captured England's lips in another kiss.
"Mommy Uncle Mat- Oh no! Liam, Daddy's gonna eat Mommy again!" Jolene's high voice sounded out, her shouts made the pair pull apart just in time to see Jolene run away in a blur of sunshine color run away and England felt laughter bubbling and it burst out, loudly, making America chuckle.
"Let's go, you stupid git, you." England shoved America off grinning widely. "We have to get to the Meeting on time this time."
"Don't worry, babe, I'll get us there on time!" America declared when he grinned widely thumping his chest with the side of his fist and England knew what he would say next with a wry smile directed at the American. "After all I'm the Hero!"