DOTR: Heh, seems I just cannot stay away from MPreg. I warned you guys it's my guilty pleasure. ;3 Anyways, again, this was SUPPOSED to be a oneshot, actually, preferably a LONGshot but now it's become too long and I've decided to chop it up like I did with 49th. So, if it seems rushed by any means it's because I was writing it like a one/longshot.

Frankly, this was inspired by a playlist I listened to on Youtube (because, like many an author/ess, I listen to music to glide my fingers across the keyboard on my computer). I find the idea that Russia [Ivan] and America [Alfred] completely adore astronomy heartmelting(being that is possibly the only thing they have in common) and so later on I found a "universe/galaxy" playlist as you can say. They have some cool songs and stuff on that one, but my favs were Coldplay's "Sky Full of Stars" and then Ed Sheeran's "All of The Stars." Give them a listen to because those two songs are going to be the theme songs to this fic.

Alfred leaned up from the cot he was laying on and spit out the bile that had blended within his stomach and gushed out of his throat. His head was spinning and his entire body ached. He had been tackled before and many of said tackles much more hard-hitting than the one he had been dealt. Then why—why did he feel so horrible? Well, he had an idea, a pretty good idea at that but he didn't want to admit it was true. Though, now, as he laid there with the medic looking over him in worry, as well as his coach and team, he couldn't help but fear that the problem was not the tackle at all, but . . .

"Alfred? Alfred!" Up came Alfred's little sister in full cheerleader outfit; pompoms shaking in her hands and short skirt swaying as she ran down onto the field to him. Tossing her pompoms down the blonde threw herself to her knees, the stains from the grass ignored as she looked down at her brother in fright. "Alfred, are you alright?" she asked before she place her hand over his flat stomach. "God, you weren't struck here were you? What if—?"

"I'm fine, Amelia," Alfred said, waving her off of him to sit up and try to shake the dizziness from his head but he only proceeded in puking once more.

"No, you're not," Amelia insisted, her hand still on his belly while her other gently rubbed his back. "We need to get you to a doctor."

"I'm not going to a doctor," Alfred informed, shaking his sister off of him once more and attempting to stand. "The team needs me." He'd lost his balance and nearly toppled into his coach.

"No, Alfred," Coach Adams said, shaking his head. "Your sister's right. You should probably see your doctor."

Alfred had been very upset that night. He was forced to leave the game early and he was forced to prove the unthinkable.

Alfred sat by himself in his doctor's office with the printed results in his hand. His doctor, Mr. Monroe, was currently informing his parents on his condition. He didn't want to go out and see them. He didn't know what they'd say or how they'd look at him now.

He was sixteen and pregnant. What would anyone say about that?

Dr. Monroe had told him it only happened to a select few males once every hundred years so Alfred wasn't too much of a freak, but he was in some serious shit after this. He really, really, really shouldn't have played Truth or Dare when his sister had her friends over for a sleepover. But he was bored and it was entertaining at least to humor the girls by taking the pregnancy test they provided for him for the dare he accepted. Of course when it came back positive he had thought again it was a joke. He hadn't laughed so hard in his life but Amelia took it quite serious and pressed for Alfred to go to their doctor to know for certain. Well, now she had her wish and they knew.

"How are you feeling, Alfred?" His dad asked during their drive home that evening. Mr. Jones might look like a stern and strict man—and he was, but that wasn't his only side—but when a matter concerned his children he was quite considerate and patient.

"I'm fine, dad," Alfred said with a sigh, not really wanting to speak right now in the car.

"Amelia told me you took a hard tackle tonight, is that true?"

"It wasn't hard and Dr. Monroe said everything's fine. I'm fine. The baby's fine. So stop asking," Alfred begged.

"Alfred, please, we're just concerned," Alfred's stepmother spoke up. He loved the woman despite her not giving birth to him but that didn't mean she could always boss him around like she was his real mother.

Alfred sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I didn't know you were seeing anyone, Al," Amelia spoke up from where she sat next to him.

"Yeah? Well surprise, surprise," Alfred muttered. So, was it the teenage hormones or the pregnancy hormones making him this grouchy?

"Are you going to inform the father?" Mr. Jones asked, looking back at Alfred through the rearview mirror. His ice-blue eyes were more so insisting that he do so than questioning his next plan of action. "I would like to meet him and I would like him to get involved in his child's life."

Alfred sighed. He knew he'd have to tell him soon. He wasn't too sure how he'd feel about it all. He'd probably feel exactly like Alfred right now: confused, frustrated and frightened.

The pucks flew into the net at breakneck speed. The powerful swing from the hockey stick was swung with equally powerful arms. Arms that could bend anyone in half but at the same time hold someone so securely to chase away all the fear and worry in the world.

Alfred sat on the bleachers with a soft smile on his face. He had just come to love this man and worried what would become of their love after their little tester was brought up. He'd come there knowing the man would be at the ice rink practicing. He knew his training schedule and he knew he liked his solitude, which is why most of the lights were off, save for the ones illuminating the scuffed ice.

Alfred had been sitting for a good hour watching the hockey player. He meant to go to him right away when he arrived but something kept him seated. Maybe it was dread. He knew in his heart that he knew him, that he knew everything about him but now his doubt was finally setting in and he was growing cold feet.

That just wasn't heroic at all.

Alfred watched now as the player gathered up all of the hit pucks into a bucket and wiped his sweaty brow. Finally Alfred said something to make his presence known.

"Your swing's getting better, babe."

Immediately the player turned to him, his amethyst eyes wide in surprise before that heart-warming smiling etched its way from his lips up into his eyes.

"Fredka," he said as he put the bucket down and skated toward the railing. Placing his arms over the edge he smiled fondly as Alfred got up from his seat and made his way toward him. "What a pleasant surprise. I thought you'd be busy with football."

With his hands in his pockets Alfred shrugged. He then offered his boyfriend a smile though he feared his nervousness would be seen through the guise. "Was in town and thought I'd drop by."

Alfred watched his light-haired boyfriend press closer against the railing before he frowned at the obstacle in his way of embracing his lover. His eyes darted back toward the locker rooms. "Let me grab my things. We'll talk in the locker-room." Pushing off the edge he turned and skated back to gather up the bucket and his hockey stick.

Alfred nodded and did as told and now he was standing before the eighteen-year-old, watching him as he took off his jersey, and skates. His mouth opened to tell him. It was now or never and it was as good a time as any but his throat seized and he choked on his words. What was he, a coward?

It was from his silence that the older had the opportunity to stand and then pull Alfred close for a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet before the teen pulled away, satisfied with their official greeting.

"Did you see the Piscis Austrinus swimming around last night? It was very beautiful, just like you."

Alfred was kissed again and this time he found himself kissing back. It was him who fed that passionate flame because he was afraid so very afraid that all of this would vanish once he told his boyfriend about his little package. So he became selfish in that moment, holding his lover closer than he should have, kissed him harder than necessary, and looked at him with so much longing that the older felt obligated to give him everything he wanted.

"Ivan," Alfred gasped out his lover's name as his bare back pressed against shower wall tiles.

Ivan hoisted his boyfriend onto his hips and moaned at the feel of those tone and tanned legs squeezing him. The heat from the warm water spraying them was pleasant but not as pleasant as Alfred's warmth when he opened himself to him and beckoned him closer.

Alfred's eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy when Ivan entered him. They both moaned in unison and rolled their hips into the other the moment Ivan began thrusting out a rhythm. Out of irony Alfred smiled. They had never used a condom when they made love, neither felt it necessary and after their first time. Alfred would not have Ivan wear a covering while inside him. He enjoyed the bare feel of him too much, just like now.

"Faster, Ivan!" Alfred pleaded in desperation. Wrapping his arms around that thick neck of his boyfriend's and pulling him close so that he'd suck against his neck so everyone could see his love bites and know that once upon a time Alfred had belonged to him in every sense.

Ivan heeded to his lover's plea and picked up his pace. The hands on Alfred's hips squeezed tighter, guiding that tanned pelvis up and down along with Alfred's own roll.

"Yes, ah, just like that, ah!" Alfred gasped out. He knew they were the only ones in the locker room; it was late after all so he didn't muffle his voice and he knew how much Ivan liked to hear him scream.

Just two years ago Alfred would have never thought he'd be clinging to Ivan like this, asking, begging him to penetrate him deeper and fuck his brains out. Why was that? Because the previous years they had been enemies, well, at first Ivan had been his brother's enemy but after one game Alfred saw red.

Alfred had a little brother, his name was Matthew, or Mattie as he called him, born just a year after him. In that same year their parents divorced. They both fought long and hard over his and Matthew's custody but it ended with their mother, who was Canadian, taking Matthew with her back north to her country and his dad taking him. Alfred's dad had remarried shortly after and on the very same day Alfred turned two Amelia was born.

This separation didn't mean the two blood brothers weren't allowed to visit. Alfred's mother and Matthew lived close to the border and so when Matthew, who played hockey, had a game Alfred and his family would go and cheer for him, or when Alfred had a game his mother and brother would come to cheer him on. Then, as it was scheduled, every other year the boys would spend a summer with either their mother or their father.

Alfred didn't really "get" hockey so his attention wasn't too inclined toward the sport but one particular hockey game of his brother's did rile him up. Apparently in the town next to Matthew's lives a hockey team that Matthew's hockey team had been rivals with for about fifty years, or something. This U.S. team was pretty good and always gave Matthew's team a run for their money, but recently the team had gotten a new captain, someone not even from America. He was a Russian, a good four years Matthew's senior and he tore up the ice.

Hockey games were known to be violent but how that Russian played was brutal, and the worst of it all he somehow always managed to slide past fouls. It was just rigged, it had to be. In fact it had been this Ivan Braginski who had caused a fight to break out.

He had tripped Mathew's captain right into the goal like he was a human puck. It pissed the Canadians off so much they all jumped out onto the ice and began throwing their gloves off to connect knuckles with jaw. Matthew had been the only one in his team to try to stop the fighting but only got swept up in it where he had been pushed into the large Russian immigrant. The damn foreigner had thought the Canadian was attacking him and so punched him right upside his jaw, his tooth flying out across the ice.

Alfred's blood boiled. No one hurt his baby brother and got away with it. So, to his parents' horror, he leapt over the rail guard and ran into the rink. The problem was that the foundation was made of ice and Alfred could not skate much less walk on the stuff. He ended up sliding right into the Russian as well who, to his surprise, caught him before he fell back onto his ass.

Alfred didn't care about the saving gesture because the guy gave him enough balance to enable the American to swing his fist right into his nose, successfully breaking that honker. The bad thing however was now Ivan's balance was thrown from the strike and he fell forward hard. He landed on top of Alfred while Alfred landed on top of the ice, his skull connecting with the hard substance.

Alfred had been knocked unconscious. A concussion resulted in his collision and when he woke up in the hospital the nurses and doctors informed him he'd been in a semi-coma for about two weeks. That was a real shocker in itself, but for some strange reason he felt more shocked upon learning he had one other constant visitor beside his family, a teen by the name of Ivan Braginski.

It was weird about hearing how concerned he had been for his wellbeing, after all Alfred did successfully break his nose with his fist. One nurse had told him she had spoken with Ivan and informed Alfred that the teen had blamed himself for what had happened to Alfred. And when Alfred was fully recovered and left the hospital he received a bouquet of sunflowers from the teen in thankfulness for his recovery.

It was nice and all and somewhat self-sacrificial but every time Alfred saw that gap in his brother's mouth where a tooth should be his blood boiled. Every time he watched his brother, now captain, play against Ivan's team Alfred's blood would boil. Ivan was a brute and nothing more.

That same summer Alfred had stayed with his mother and brother. He loved the both very much but he always dreaded staying with his mother in Canada simply because she and Matthew were so laid back that it drove Alfred insane. He was American, he had to do something. So, to pass time he always signed up for activities around town. After finding nothing of particular interest in the Canadian town his mother and brother lived in he hopped across the border and searched there.

The border town close to his mother and Matthew's held some good summer activities and one just so happened to be a favorite of his; stargazing. The American teacher was even a blast to hang out with so Alfred opted to attend his classes mostly. It was something to do for his summer stay, and his fascination with the celestial heavens helped push him to the class.

After all, he wanted to be an astronaut one day.

Of course to his horror this border town was indeed the same town the rival hockey team of Matthew's hailed from and therein was the same town that housed an Ivan Braginski . . . who just so happened to have an interest in astronomy as well.

"B- Braginski? What the hell are you doing here? !" But Ivan just looked at Alfred as if he were a monkey waving his bananas around.

"Stargazing, what else does it look like, Jones?" Then the Russian said something that made Alfred's blood boil. "I have to know my way around astronomy if I am going to become an astronaut one day."

So the two were pinned against each other; taking every note, reading every suggested book as fast as they could, preening for the teacher's attention. To Alfred's chagrin Mr. Kennedy opted to pay more attention to Ivan since he was older and therefore must mean he was "more mature."

Alfred was pissed. So upsetting was that summer that the very next year he had convinced his dad to let him stay at his mother's again to go to that class since the American border town was a good two hours away from his dad's home and it would just be easier for him to stay with his mother to attend the class he'd become obsessed over.

That year had turned out just like the previous and Alfred's blood pressure had risen again. So again he convinced his dad to let him stay at his mother's for the summer the following year. That summer, however changed Alfred's entire life.

Firstly, Mr. Kennedy had fallen ill and couldn't hold the class. What was Alfred to do now? That class was his everything and without it he'd die from boredom during the summer.

As the stargazers disbanded after hearing about Mr. Kennedy, Alfred had made to leave too but he had noticed that Ivan had stayed behind in their usual meet-up. Secretly, Alfred observed him and watched as he set up his telescope and took his own notes from observing the constellations above. Strange.

"What are you doing? Class is canceled." Alfred had to tell him, he couldn't just let him look like a fool by himself—well, he could, but he didn't feel like it right now.

Then Ivan looked at him. He didn't prefer being looked at like he was a bug that needed squashed. In fact he hated being ignored more and that was exactly what the Russian was attempting as he turned away from him and back to his telescope.

"I don't need a class to stargaze on my own," Ivan had said to him and promptly ignored him after that.

Alfred's blood boiled for the umpteenth time, but Ivan was right. So he took Ivan's lead and continued where Mr. Kennedy left off. Then, in early June a comet was announced and Alfred raced to get to look-out hill so he could get the best spot for viewing the spectacle with his telescope.

Perhaps he should invest in blood pressure pills because it rose to near dangerous when he saw his spot taken by none other than Braginski himself.

"Hey, that's my spot!" Alfred had thrown a fit right in front of the foreigner and he didn't give a damn for once.

"Really? I don't see your name anywhere," The Russian said with an uncaring air about him.

Alfred had enough. He stomped up close to Ivan and stared him down. "It's everywhere in this country. Why? Because I was BORN here. I have rights to things FIRST!"

Ivan chuckled, he chuckled at Alfred. Pressing his eye against the scope to gaze up at the billion lights he said to the American, "I'm certain the Natives said the same excuse to your ancestors from the Mayflower."

Alfred gapped at the Russian, his face red with anger. Fine, he could find another place to view the comet. One much better than this shitty place.

"Oh! A piece of it just broke off!" Alfred had never heard the Russian so enthusiastically excited as long as he's known him. He was always so quiet in class and even when asking questions he kept it to only a few words.

Even so, Ivan's exclamation excited Alfred as well and he really, really wanted to view that. His excitement took over him and moved his body. Pushing Ivan out of the way Alfred decided he'd see it with the Russian's telescope.

"Let me see! Let me see!" Alfred squealed. His eyes widened at the sight before he pulled back and looked at the telescope of Ivan's. "What model is this?"

"Orion StarMax 127 Maksutov-Cassegrain," Ivan said to him, a frown on his face from being shoved aside by the American. "But you wouldn't care for it. It is Russian."

Alfred blushed at his actions then at his admittance. "Well, it's nice. Everything's clear up there."

"Da, what model is yours?" Ivan asked, motioning his head toward the smaller scope in Alfred's arms.

"Oh, this? This is just junk compared to this." Alfred pulled away from the amazing telescope. He wished he had once this nice. It was no wonder Ivan was ahead of him in class.

There was a short uncomfortable silence before Ivan cleared his throat. "If you'd like, you can use mine."

Alfred looked stunned. "I can borrow it?"

"Nyet," Ivan stated firmly. "We will share. Unless you don't want to."

"No, no, that's . . . that's real nice, man." For the first time Alfred had smiled at Ivan and he could tell the older had been caught off guard by the facial expression with his widening eyes and parted lips.

And that's how the two of them began getting to know each other. They shared notes, referred books as well as read them together at the library, guided one another to see which constellation they were looking for in the night sky. Now it had been hard to tell they were once their number one public enemy. As long as they kept away from sports as a topic then they were fine in the other's presence.

Then, the most magical day came to pass . . .

DOTR: Flashback will continue in next chapter. I'm hoping to finish this by Thanksgiving Day. I've already got it written up, it's just uploading it. Ya know what makes me upload super duper fast? Thoughts, lovely thoughts and reviews. Well, if ya like it. No pressure. Gosh, I write too much :/