So, this is an unbeta-ed story that I have no clue will be any good or not. I hope you enjoy it and hope that you guys want to see more.
"Can we get ice cream?!" begged America. His cerulean eyes focusing on the ice parlor that was few building down from their current location. "Please?!" The younger nation looked at his lover with pleading, child-like eyes.
The crimson glare of the red light hanging above the country's car gave the Englishman's hair a faint ginger hue against his pale straw colored hair. His pale lips pursed for a minute as he considered his lover's response. "I don't see why not," he began, "seeing you've been good lately, and the special gift you're carrying needs to be nourished." England turned and looked at the growing bulge tucked beneath America's shirt, the seatbelt emphasizing the seven-month-old bump. His pale hand reached out and rested on the warm mass, catching a moment where the baby was kicking. "My little love, you're almost here," England said with a wide smile stretching his lips.
America smiled wide in response, but the slightly cool hand that rested on his pregnant stomach made him feel incredibly happy on the inside. "Three more months left before we get to hold our little man."
"Charlie," breathed England, "I hope he has your eyes."
"Then I hope he has your accent."
A blonde brow raised, as the light switched to green and England accelerated the car. "Does this mean we get to live in England and raise Charlie there?" The Brit turned into the parlor lot and parked before looking towards his lover. "Well?" America was already up and out of the car before England could receive his answer. "Damn Yank," sighed England, as he got up and out of the car.
"Come-on Iggy! America was already entering the parlor, and he waited patiently for England to enter. "Finally!" The American barely caught the eye roll given to him because he was already walking up towards the counter. "Can I please get a peanut butter sundae with extra chocolate ice cream and extra peanut butter sauce?"
The person working nodded and quickly started making the order.
"You could at least say 'may I' because proper English is important," reminded England.
America wasn't listening because his time was too busy watching the ice cream and keeping his salvia in check. "Yeah, yeah." His eyes too focused on watching the creamy chocolate substance being separated by the silver ice cream scoop.
The older country smiled to himself because his lover was adorable. England didn't know if it was the glow of pregnancy that made America seem more beautiful than normal, but he couldn't get enough of the younger. Emerald eyes wandered towards the window and saw white specks floating downwards gently. His legs pulled him towards the window to watch the fresh snow falling towards the ground. "Snow," blinked England, "finally falling."
When America was given his sundae he smiled widely and thanked the server. Then he turned to England, a look of childish desire upon his face that made the Brit scoff playfully before paying. This resulted in a kiss against the Brit's cheek. "Home?" he whispered.
"Yes, we can go home now. I'm sure Hero and Scones would be delighted to snuggle up with us." England wrapped his arms around America's waist, his hand resting on the growing bump. "Home we go." The cool air kissed both nation's skin as they walked outside of the heated parlor; snow danced before their eyes as they walked towards the car. England helped America into the car, stealing a kiss before he closed the passenger door. He heard the chuckles of his lover as he walked around to the driver side door.
Once he was in England started the car and started to half hour drive home. "Thank you for the ice cream," said America. The younger scraping the plastic spoon against the paper bowl repeatedly in a vain attempt to gather more of the chocolatey and peanut butter-y substance. "The baby thanks you too."
That made England smile, his hand sneaking and reclaiming its spot against America's growing bump. "I'm glad he's happy because he needs to be a strong boy, just like his mum."
"Iggy, we've been over this," sighed America, "I will not be his "mum," but his daddy. And you will be Charlie's papa." America jolted forward a bit as the car slid to stop due to light going red. "Watch your driving old man, this isn't a carriage!"
England turned and looked into America's blue eyes. "Terribly sorry, the snow makes stopping difficult sometimes." That pale hand soothed small circular movements against the solid mound, making America hum happily. All the while Charlie kicked lightly, almost like a sign of content. "I'll make up for it later, "daddy"," England lowered his voice seductively. This made America blush darkly, a sight visible despite it being dark; a sight made even more red due to the glowing red light that hang above the nations. "I take it that you want that, love." The Brit reached acrossed the console and kissed America deeply, a sigh escaping America to only be consumed by England. Pulling back a bit is when England nibbled gently on America's lower lip, then reached behind America's head to crush their lips together again.
The light turned green, and England removed himself from America, leaving only his right hand against America's stomach. America breathed deeply as the heat of the moment coursed through his body. A part of England was grinning at the moment that a simple kiss could turn on his lover so much. The Brit pressed against the accelerator pad and the car began to move across the intersection.
A light shined into England's peripheral vision and he turned to see America frozen in fear as an oncoming car slid towards at a tantalizing speed. "ARTHUR!" America yelled. The American turned to face England. Their eyes meeting, emeralds against sapphires. But that all broke when the other car impacted theirs.
"Alfred . . . "
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