Test Tube Brat – Uhuru-Chan
-Shyly appears- … uh, the user GoodLuckMother asked me if I could translate this story that I'm writing in Spanish to English. Please, be aware that Spanish is my first language and probably there will be mistakes with my grammar and spelling. I'd really appreciate it if you point out them to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. The prompt of the story is a request from Hetalia Kink meme.
Warnings: (These may happen or not): OoC (After years of writing in this site, I've come to the conclusion that I'll always tag the stories as OoC to evade complaints), Mpreg, Omegaverse, UkUs, Peter, smut, Francis, inappropriate language, bad jokes.
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The Jones had moved to the next door house two weeks ago. Generally Arthur didn't spy his neighbors, but when seeing this family in particular, they made him feel something like a punch in the guts… or in his balls.
The brat had blue eyes and light brown hair, just like his mother's, but he had the family eyebrows! Those eyebrows, which he had never seen in anyone outside the Kirkland family, were there, in his little neighbor's face, reminding Arthur of his past.
Bollocks! How could he even deny it? They were like two drops of water!
Arthur bit his nails, turning away from the window. He didn't want to think about it. He had bad luck, but this was just ridiculous.
"Peter! I told you to get ready more than three times now!" Arthur peeked furtively from the window to watch his handsome omega neighbor screaming at his child.
"But I don't want to go! My grandparents are boring." The kid made a pout, frowning with his disturbingly big eyebrows. Yeah, disturbing, at least they were disturbing to Arthur.
"Ah, Pete," The American got on his knees and he kissed the boy's cheek. "We can call for a pizza afterwards and watch a movie, is that alright? You can pick whatever you'd like to." Peter just watched him.
"And can I go late to bed?" The boy asked him, folding his arms.
"Yes, you can sleep whenever you want to." Alfred gave a nod, smiling and petting his son's light hair.
Peter kept playing hardball for a few minutes, his frown slowly turning into a smile. He nodded and took his mother's hand, and then both of them entered the house.
God, the grimace that Peter made... That was his grimace! His!
Arthur pulled his blond hair while walking from side to side on his living room. This wasn't his business… of course it wasn't, he didn't even knew his neighbors, but they lived next door and they'd realize someday of the undeniable resemblance between them. Unless he decided to never leave home again, but that wasn't an option.
And to think that all this trouble in first place was made to get a few miserable notes.
In his defense he did it because he needed it. In that time he had just arrived to America and he was unemployed, he was only eighteen and he had fled his natal England like the spoiled brat he was. He didn't want rules, and his wealthy parents didn't want a delinquent son to bring shame to their family. It was convenient for everyone.
They sent him to America with a considerably good sum of money, money he spent in a month among parties, omegas and alcohol. At least he got himself a cheap flat with one of his friends before he ran out of money, and he had food for a month. But get a job with his looks was hard, and he wasn't going to change his lifestyle for a few dollars, or that was what he thought. It was then when, while he was boringly reading the paper that he found abandoned on the street –yes, if it was on the floor then it belonged to nobody, even if it lay on the entrance of a house- when he read the ad of the Sperm Bank of the city. They needed young alphas to donate their sperm for omegas who wanted to be mothers, which increasingly preferred to be artificially inseminated than to be subjected to a grumpy and bossy alpha.
Arthur didn't care about any of that while getting paid, and what better, they would paid him for jerking himself and get off in a glass! The 'perfect' job! …or it was it in that time.
He smiled and read the requirements listed below the ad title.
-Height of at least 5'10.
-Being between the ages of 18 and 35.
-Complete schooling.
-Being within normal limits of weight for your muscular build and height.
We need donors of all races. We are not able to accept applicants who use tobacco products in any form. Use of these substances will be tested during the donation process.
Arthur had left smoking five years ago (yes, he was an early smoker), because he didn't want to get yellow teeth. He was a conceited young man. Everything else looked alright to him, except for the drugs, but he could leave them for a while.
He decided to dial the number written on the ad after a month and he waited. The woman who took the call cited him to the building to do the corresponding tests and an interview. Arthur thanked her and hanged the call.
When the big day arrived he wore his best clothes, clothes that were bought by his parents a few years ago when they still had hopes of him to stop being a useless punk and becoming a fine gentleman. He took off his piercings and dyed his hair completely blonde, leaving behind his electric blue dyed locks. They made him enter a room and asked him a lot of questions, and then they gave him a form to fill with his and his family's medical history. Finally they left him alone with a TV, some pornographic CDs and a plastic cup. The first sample was a test to see if his sperm was alright to be worked with.
Arthur had his fun with a video of two busty women and a man with a big cock. He took his sweet time to enjoy the most he could before he decided that he couldn't wait anymore and he cum in the plastic cup, the spurts dripping perfectly inside the recipient. After all, he used to be the star scorer in his school football team.
After that day they cited him again to do complete physical exams and examinations searching for any diseases. When everything showed correct they called him to start working as a donor. The donations would be constants for six months, so he could get another easy job to support himself economically.
He found a job as a packager in a supermarket; he also had to stop doing parties and stop using drugs. Arthur cheered himself thinking that he only had to live like this until his economy stabilized, later he would come back to his frenetic punk life.
God, but he didn't think that the product of his pleasurable masturbations would come back in the form of a spoiled, grumpy, test tube brat called Peter. He was at least 7 years old, Arthur was 30, and the brat's mother looked like he was 25.
Arthur didn't know the name of the omega who had received his sperm, but he was really cute, he had a fine ass and smooth tanned skin. Arthur wished he had shoved little Peter inside his neighbor himself…
What the fuck was he thinking about!?
He didn't know what to do. Should he go greet them like the yankees did in movies? No, maybe it wouldn't be a good first impression to come with his tanned scones –TANNED, NOT BURNT. The alpha sighed and sat down on his sofa. He pulled out a cigarette and he started smoking like a maniac. He watched his own house; it was big and pretty, tidy. Nobody would ever think that his owner had been in his youth a wild punk addicted to sex and drugs, and that he jerked himself to get money.
He smoked and watched the roof. There were more little children in this country running around with the Kirkland's eyebrows? He pictured them running free like animals, girls and boys fighting like he used to fight with his brothers, biting each other and pulling their hairs. Children were unbearable creatures. That's why Arthur was still single, no omega wanted to bond with an alpha with no desires of being a father. A pity, Arthur was a father already.
Maybe if he called his friend to get his opinion… yes, Francis would give him the last word. Perhaps it was just his imagination and they weren't that alike. Maybe Scott had got drunk, had magically appeared in the States in some way and he had fucked his neighbor, and voilà! Peter!
Yeah.
He fished for his phone inside his pocket and searched the name of the French beta.
To: Francis. (17:37)
I need to see you, come to my house tomorrow after work. It's IMPORTANT.
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Sorry for not posting this at LJ, that site is simply too difficult to me. Anyway, I hope that the anon who requested it is reading this (?)
Thanks for reading.
See you!