Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.

Warnings: Mpreg, crazy people, ect.
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It had been nearly 3 years since the Disease spread throughout the world, starting in Scotland. It traveled all through Europe, and eventually it was recorded in every country worldwide.

Many people feared that it would kill people off, but it instead did worse. It destroyed the fertility of many men and women. In fact, less than half of the world's population was able to reproduce. This caused an uproar, dreading that humans would die out soon.

But then came the SISC (Scientist In Search of a Cure). They did as their name suggested, they began doing research and experiments for a cure to the Disease. However, they also began collecting fertile people, or fecunds, as they were called. They promised that it was "for the sake of the world". But inside the walls of their buildings, pain was something that none of the subjects went without.

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Observing Entry #27:

It appears as though our efforts are paying off, after all. Out of 87, 63 fecunds are expecting. We have paired our subjects so that their offspring will hopefully have good genes and survival chances.

However, the 24 remaining fecunds have yet to show signs of pregnancy. It has been decided that while some will be allowed a bit more time, others will be separated from their partners ASAP.

The main concern is that the fertile population outside is shrinking faster than we can keep up. We are still determined to find a cure, which will take time. In that time, the breeding plan must continue.

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"Are they still watching?" Emil asked, looking up the Turk standing before him in the dull gray room.

"Yeah," Sadiq said, making a look of disgust, "It's like they think we're gonna be like animals and just do it."

Emil sighed, hugging his knees to his chest tighter. He wished that his test results for fertility hadn't come back positive. That he hadn't been pried out of his brother's arms and shoved into a van. He still had the horrible image of Lukas and Matthias being beaten mercilessly when they tried to get him back. When he woke up in what looked and smelled like a hospital room, he had immediately called for them. His heart had shattered, and his stomach dropped when a doctor informed him that they were either badly injured or dead. And not a single sign of sympathy was his the doctor's eyes.

Four days ago, he'd been put inside this plain room, along with Sadiq. At first, he refused to talk to the Turk, but eventually warmed up by the end of the first day. It was hard not to, when the older man made such an effort to make him talk. Neither of them liked it at the SISC Buildings. The guards were horrible men that enjoyed leering over fecunds, and beating stallions. It would either be freezing or sweltering most of the time. And the scientists themselves proved to be either insane or reckless.

"What do you think they'll do if we don't?" the Nordic teenager asked, not bothering to shy away when Sadiq plopped down beside him.

"Separate us most likely, put you with a stallion that won't be too gentle or patient. And have someone beat the shit outta me for not doing what they wanted." Sadiq said with a distasteful expression. The scientist had taken away his mask on the second day, thinking it was scaring Emil.

"I wish I could just fly away from this place, like a puffin." Emil said, remembering his pet that had been left at his home. He hoped that the bird had managed to get outside and find food somehow.

Sadiq gave him a sideways glance, "Actually, me and some others are planning something along those lines."

This caught Emil's attention, and he sat up straight, looking his elder in the eye. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"An escape plan is what I mean. What, you'd like to join?" Sadiq asked.

Emil turn towards him fully and clasped his hands together, "Yes! Please, yes! I hate it here!"

"Alright, calm down, they might turn on the volume if they get suspicious!" the Turk said. They were lucky that the observers hadn't done so already.

Luckily, Emil had always been one to listen well, and mellowed down his excitement. But the pleading gleam remained in his twilight-colored eyes.

"Are you hundred-percent sure? If the plan fails, there'd be some pretty bad consequences." Sadiq warned, almost like he was daring the younger man.

Emil nodded without so much as a moment's hesitation, "Yes. I'm absolutely sure."

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A/N: There's the first chapter. This came to me in a dream, and I had to make it. So here is some info about this fic:

It is completely normal for men to get pregnant here. (Unlike lame reality)

In the SISC, they pair a stallion and fecund by their genes and qualities. (Determination, speed, ect.)

The pair are given time to "do the job" while under silent surveillance. But if they do not progress within 3 weeks, they are separated and paired with another. If the fecund becomes pregnant, the stallion may be permitted to remain with them until birth.

Speech:

Stallion = The "male" of the pairing.

Fecund = The "female" of the pairing.

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