Hello! I would like to let you know that all of these chapters are from omegle. Which means none of them are finished. Trust me, I wanted to continue them but the other person for each chapter would always randomly disconnect without saying anything... So even I don't know what would happen next. But there is one chapter where I said had to leave so I actually told them I had to go then left. I roleplayed 2p!Arthur and the other person roleplayed 2p!Alfred. Also, I believe this is not multiple entries of the same material. The only thing that is the same is the first paragraph. That is it. The rest of every chapter is completely different. Anyways, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or 2p!Hetalia.
Arthur couldn't believe it. He was pregnant. Pregnant with Alfred's child. He was very happy that he was going to have a child. He loved children! But he wasn't so sure how Alfred would react. He went to find to him and saw him finishing up his killing spree with his bat. Arthur walked up to him. "Alfie! Guess what! I'm pregnant!"
The American swung the bloodied baseball bat over his shoulder, watching the other walk up to him. His eyes widened, although it wasn't noticeable under his sunglasses. "What! You're fucking pregnant?" He let the bat drop as he stared at the other in disbelief. "No. Fucking. Way." He growled.
"It's true! I went to a doctor and had test done!" Arthur handed some papers to Alfred that said he was pregnant an Alfred is the father.
He took the papers and took off his sunglasses, crushing them in his hand. "How can this freaking happen!" He threw the papers to the ground and growled again. "A kid? A fucking kid! Geez, there's no way I'm handling that... You're not having it!" He picked up his baseball bat.
Arthur looked shocked. "No! You're not killing our baby! We can raise him to be a killer and a cannibal!" Arthur yelled and protectively held his stomach.
"Too bad! I couldn't care if he ended up killing and eating his own mom!" He advanced on the other. Inside, the idea of having a murderous, blood thirsty child wasn't half bad. It would actually make him feel proud. "Give me one good reason why I should go through all the bullshit for one stupid little fucktard?"
Arthur teared up. "So we can be a family! The three of us can go on killing sprees together! And I love you, Alfie! Why don't you want our baby?"
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Oh great, here come the water works... What the hell did I tell you about calling me Alfie?!" He growled and leaned against the baseball bat. "...Fine, whatever! Do what the fuck you want... If the brat even tries to come near my stuff, I'll smash his head in." He swung the baseball bat to smash one of the heads of his dead victims as an example.
"B-But I'm sure once we raise him, you'll love him! I'm sorry but I can't stop calling you Alfie! I love that name and I love you! So, please don't be too aggressive and accept that we're going to be a family!"
"A family, huh? Fine, whatever! I won't kill the kid or viciously beat him." He groaned and tangled his fingers in his hair. "I accept it and stuff... But it's going to be such a pain." He sighed and walked closer to the other, holding back a growl. "Love ya too, Artie..."
Arthur's face lit back up and he smiled. "Alfie..." He ran into Alfred's arms and held onto him tightly. "I'm so happy..."
He hesitantly hugged him back, tightening it eventually. "Yea, I can tell. Just don't get too clingy" He thought for a bit. "What are you gonna name the fuc- I mean, kid?"
Arthur looked up at Alfred. "I don't know. Do you by any chance have any ideas?"
"...What the hell should I know? Damien?" He shrugged.
"Well, I want to name our child with something you like and will be comfy with!"
"I don't really care... Just don't name is something lame like Cinnamon. You can't name him after food and you can't have the word pink in his name. Unless it's cyanide or something."
Arthur giggled. "Ok, Alfie!" He thought for a moment but couldn't come up with a name and pouted. "This is hard."
"Yea, I know... And it get's harder!" He groaned again, thinking of parenthood. "We can think of it later or something."
"Ok! If you think of a name you like then we can name it that!" Arthur smiled. "And don't worry Alfie, we're doing this together so it won't be as hard!"
"Yea, I know... It better not turn out to be a goody two shoes!" He shook his head. "So, a little killer huh? Doesn't sound too bad, but he can't kill as many as his dad does~"
Arthur giggled. "Of course, Alfie, you're the best! But you can teach to kill like you do!" He smiled brightly.
"Yea, I guess I could. You aren't gonna teach him how to cook poisonous cupcakes, are you?"
"Of course I am! Not only will he be a killer, but he'll be a cannibal too!"
"Good... Maybe raising the fucker won't be half bad." He let go and put his hands in his pockets. "How long?"
"How long until he's born?"
"Yea." He whistled a bit. "How long do we have to wait for him to freaking show himself?"
Arthur thought for a bit. "Hmm, I would say about 5, maybe 6 more months? I'm already a little into my 3rd." He signed. I didn't realized I was pregnant until the beginning of the 3rd month."
"It's been 3 months!?" He twitched, trying to stay calm. "A few months, huh? I can deal with that... Need help ripping his out when the time's up?"
"Yes. I went to the doctor because I had non-stop sickness and after a while I went to the doctor and he said told me I was already 3 months pregnant. So me being sick was actually the morning sickness from the pregnancy." Arthur sighed then smiled. "I would love some help, Alfie! I don't know if I should go to a hospital though..."
"So that's why you were puking all over my floor." He brought his hand up to his head and facepalmed. "I should have guessed. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can just birth here. I mean, all they do is cut you open, get out the brat and close you, right?"
"Yes, but I don't want anything to go wrong. I'm not saying you'll do something wrong, Alfie, I'm
just really scared. Should I go to a hospital?"
"Well, I don't want you dying for anything. So yea, you could go to a hospital or something." He sighed and hugged him again. "Don't be scared, I'm gonna be there."
Arthur smiled. "Oh Alfie, that makes me so happy." He hugged Alfred back then placed a hand on his stomach and lifted up his shirt. "Look, I've already got a small bump." Arthur said then giggled.
He stared him and poked what the other claimed was a bump, a bit confused. "Well whaddya know?" He put his hand on the other's stomach, feeling it properly.
Arthur giggled. "In a few more months it's going to get a lot bigger! Then I'll be able to feel the baby's kicks!"
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the other chapters!