Birdie: Hi peoples! Here I am with another new fanfic...when I should be finishing up my others and answering Romano and Spain questions...I CAN'T HELP THAT I GET INSPIRED EASILY!

Feli: Calm down Birdie-chan, vee~.

Alfred: He's right, remember your blood pressure.

Birdie: So just because I'm black I have to watch my blood pressure? What you tryin to say!

Arthur: Oh bolloks, her "ghetto" side is coming out...

Alfred: I didn't mean anything by it! I...I just...oh fuck it! Enjoy the fanfic everybody!

Ivan: Birdie does not own Hetalia.

Alfred: Nor does she own "How To Love" by Lil' Wayne, no matter how much she loves the song!

Birdie: LET'S DO THIS!

-HowToLove-

Ch. 1.

It Depends On Decisions...Not Fate.

WARNING: Contains MPREG(even if it doesn't make sense).

A white ceiling...a bright florescent light hanging from above.

Arthur Kirkland lay on an operating table in a small room, in the clinic down the street from his apartment. He couldn't believe he was about to do this...to take away an innocent life before it even began...to abort a little miracle...to abort HIS little miracle.

But he had to do it. His boyfriend had told him, no, COMMANDED him to go through with this horrid operation. It was pure rubbish really.

Arthur's hands caressed the slight baby bump as he took a deep breath as the nurse made the final preparations. The doctor had just donned his gloves and turned to face the Briton.

"You feel a slight pinch, but then you'll go numb" he said through his facial mask as he readied the shot in question.

The nurse stroked back Arthur's spiky blonde hair and cooed at him softly. "It'll all be over soon...It'll all be over soon", she promised...Arthur had never heard such an empty promise in his life. It would never be over...he would have to live out his life knowing that he had murdered his own child...

"I can't do this!" he suddenly said, with tears in his electric green eyes. "I changed my mind, I can't do this!" he said as he started to panic.

The doctor and nurse tried to reassure him, but it was too late. Arthur had already broken free of the room, running down the halls in nothing but a hospital gown, with tears in his eyes. This was just too much. He loved his boyfriend dearly and would do anything he asked of him...but not this.

It Starts...

Alfred Fredrick Jonas Kirkland lay in his carrier along with his twin brother Matthew William Kirkland on the floor. Alfred seemed to be non-stop crying, but Matthew just whimpered. The carriers were faced away from the current scene that was occurring behind them.

"What did I tell you about making them shut up?" Nuka shouted at the small blonde who was cowering on the floor below him. "What did I tell you?" he shouted again as he raised his hand to backhand Arthur across his face. The Briton's head whipped around as skin collided with skin. A red mark was already in formation.

"You said that either I shut then up temporarily or you'll shut them up perminately..." Arthur answered as he kept his head down.

Nuka nodded his head and pointed towards the babies. "I suggest you do the former...or I'll do the latter" he said as he gave Arthur one final kick in the stomach and walked out of the room.

Arthur lay there...crying both in sadness and in pain. This had to stop! But what could he do. He COULD swallow up his pride and go back to his family home to live with his siblings...but he couldn't. He had chosen Nuka over them and had walked out on them...they would never take him back now.

He crawled over to the two boys who were still in tears and shushed them softly. "It's alright loves...don't cry...daddy's here now, daddy's here" he said as he picked up both carriers and out them on the bed, even though he was still in pain...maybe one of his ribs was broken again...it wouldn't be the first time...

Birdie: Well...how was that?

Alfred:...you added in extra stuff not from the music video didn't you?

Birdie:...maaaaaaaybeeeeee.

Alfred: shakes head Whatevs Birdie, its your story.