This is probably a crack fic… ._. Est. Relationships: USUK, FruCan, RussPruss, SweFin, GerIta.

If you actually read this, I thank thee very much. BTW- Lots of children and mpreg! Just saying… 3

Oh and sorry for any mistakes-I typed this REALLY fast...

"Why not?!" America half shouted, half pouted at England.

"I really think I've had enough children, thanks." England wasn't to pleased with the conversation. Alfred had been asking him for weeks if they could make a baby, and as many times as he had said no, Alfred just would not listen.

"Not by blood, and not with me!" America really wanted to get Arthur pregnant. He wanted a child of his own that he could love and care for, along the side of the person he loved.

"America, I've already got my hands full trying to take care of you. I don't need a child on top of that."

"But you took care of Mattie and I together!"

"True, but Mattie was calm, helpful, and all around easier to take care of than you. What if our kid is more like you. Than I'd have two of you to take care of! And how helpful do you think you're going to be?" At this Alfred just pouted.

"You think I wouldn't make a good father?"

"I think our kid would love you, when they were old enough. But no not at the beginning, I think you'd be useless at changing dippers, feeding, and bathing him."

"You want to bet on it?"

"And how do you plan to prove this to me?"

"I'll borrow someone's baby!"

"Who in bloody hell is going to lend you there baby?"

"Finland!"

"You really think Sweden will allow this?"

"Erm… Mattie and France?"

"Mattie's child is to old, he's already six you know."

"Well Italy had like a million kids. One of them must be young enough!"

"Yeah but, again, Germany's the Dad. I'm willing to bet he'd be way to over-protective. And he only had eight of them."

"Are you saying this isn't a large amount?"

"Well it is, but it isn't a million."

"Oh come on like every other nation has kids, even Prussia and Russia have one! Let's just make one and figure the rest out later!" America started whining. He didn't like having to wait for things he wanted. And right now he really wanted to have sex with a purpose.

"Yes on accident, they weren't trying for one. And Lithuania does most of the work, anyway."

"That's it!"

"You're dreaming." England said flatly, which America ignored and continued on.

"It's perfect. We give Lithuania a break by offering to care for uhh… whatever his name is and then Prussia and Russia will need a new babysitter so I'll swoop in and offer. Of course they'll be incredibly grateful and accept immediately!" England just started shaking his head profusely. By the end of hit his face just stayed cradled in his palm.

"No America, there is no way this is going to work." What England hand't realized was that America was already throwing on a coat.

"Bye!" America yelled before closing the door. It was already to late. America was going to go to Russia's house to try and nanny there baby for some amount of time.

'Is this going to result in world war three I wonder…" England thought as he went to go find money in the budget for a war.

Russia

Prussia heard the doorbell first and ran to get it.

"Hello!" Prussia said with an added kesesesese.

"Prussia!" America yelled with great enthusiasm. "Can I borrow your baby?"

"NO! Why the hell do you want to borrow my awesome baby? And why the hell would the awesome me let you?" Prussia wasn't to happy with America's question, at all.

"Well you see, I wanna have a baby with England, but he thinks I'll be a useless father. So I have to prove to him how great a daddy I'll be! So I need to borrow someone's baby for a while so I can prove to him that I'd be a great father! Will you help me, by letting me borrow your baby?" America threw out a thumbs up. Prussia was honestly dumb-struck. Did America really think the awesome Prussia would let America tough his precious-I mean, awesome child? Prussia was really tempted to crush his thumb, or slap him, maybe both. He didn't get a chance though. His baby started crying so he started to close the door on America. But-and Prussia swears this-America can fly. Before the door was even half way shut, America was already flying to the living room.

"Shh~ don't cry kid! Here have a hamburger!" And with this America put a hamburger on the baby's head. Prussia ran up to grab him but America ran into the Kitchen.

"AMERICA GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER!" America looked down at her.

"Wait it's a she? All this time it thought she was a he…" Prussia was honestly about to blow a top. He was really mad that America was holding his daughter hostage, especially since she was still crying. Prussia breathed in, he knew the only way to get her back from America was to speak calmly and use small words.

"America, her name is Alla. She's probably hungry right now. Will you please give her back to me so I can feed her?"

"The Hero can do it! What do babies eat?"

"Milk." America went over to Russia's fridge. He found the milk, but there wasn't even enough for a glass left.

"Prussia, dude, I don't think you have enough milk."

"Wrong type of milk America." Russia said, tensely, from the doorway.

Maybe England was right… Maybe this would be the break out of World War three…

TBC…

Yeah even if no one reads this I'll probably continue it just so later on in life I can go "what the hell was I thinking?!" :] yup… Love you, adios~!