A/N: Planned on making this all FR/UK, UK's brothers, and bring in a cameo of US/Canada at the end when the baby was born. Finish it all up with this one chapter. Don't ask me what happened. Been thinking of ways to make Alfred less assholish, but so far it hasn't worked. I'm American, by the way. Sigh. Damara is the Celtic fertility goddess for Beltaine and the merry month of May. Papa = France. Dad/Daddy = England

Translations listed at the end.

Fandom: Hetalia

Summary: England prayed for additional life. Prayer granted… with a slight twist.

Pairings: France-Francis/England-Arthur, America-Alfred/Canada-Matthew

Warnings: Shonen-Ai, Incest, Possible OOC, Mpreg, Cursing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Changes - France x England (Part II)

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A full day-and-a-half passed.

The heated lovemaking continued as faint moonlight glowed through the curtains.

France finally attempted to end the madness by pulling away. "Angleterre, we must stop. This is killing you!"

Mindless with desire, England reached for France's vital regions. Emerald eyes feverish with want. "How dare you! Mine! Give it back!"

Pushing with all his strength, Francis fell off the bed, cutting his hand on the forgotten broken soup bowl. "Merde! Arthur, what's gotten into you!"

The frightened panic in France's voice brought England plummeting back into reality. Clawing hands fell back onto the bed.

Mind clear at last.

The confusing jumble of instructions left to England by a patronizing fertility goddess suddenly fell into place.

Rolling himself into a fetal position, Arthur looked at his concerned spouse with troubled eyes. "Oh, my love. I think I may have made things worse instead of better."

Francis crawled back to palm Arthur's face with his uninjured hand. "How could it get any worse?"

England closed his eyes. Two tears trailed down to wet France's hand. "You'll see."

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Canada awoke with a start and a groan. "A-A-Alfred, you promised. I need more rest. Still sore…"

America licked and nibbled along a pale shivering body. "It's been five hours, Mattie. I went to a meeting. Talked to the Boss. Now this good boy wants his reward. Mmm. Taste so sweet. I swear you sweat maple syrup."

Matthew burrowed further into the mattress. "No, not there! It's dirty."

America's light chuckling intermixed with Canada 's pleasured whimpers. "Damn, Papa tried to shield you from everything. Perverted hypocrite. Good thing I was raised by Dad instead. Uh-Uh! Don't try to crawl away. We're just getting started."

Matthew used the sheets for leverage, while kicking his feet. He stopped when he felt his brother suddenly tense up. "Alfred?"

"Tell whatever it is to go away."

Canada turned in place. Blue eyes scanned the room to alight on a small, familiar figure. "It's Dad's friend, Damara. She's the goddess I was telling you about, Alfred. She won't hurt me."

With one hard yank, America had Canada wrapped in his arms. "If she's Dad's friend, she'll hurt me. Tell her to go away now."

Matthew ran his fingers through wheat-colored hair. "Alfred, we're married. I'm not going anywhere."

America relaxed, sensing the presence had left. "Dad and Papa don't approve of us. No one approves of us. I know I'm a shitty husband, but I'm trying! Papa calls every frickin' day. He can't wait for you to wise up so he can get his 'Petit ange' back."

Matthew petted Alfred's back, hoping the action would help calm him down. "Well, there's no wising up to be done. I'm with you till the end. I'll tell them both when we go visit."

Any hope Canada had of calming America down immediately exited the bedroom.

"Why the fuck would I be visiting the only two people in the world who have the power to take you away from me?" Alfred's blue eyes turned from sky-blue to gunmetal grey.

Matthew felt his heart begin to race with fear. "Damara told me Daddy needs our help."

Alfred snorted. "Daddy can die for all I care. You saw how he backstabbed me during the last World Meeting."

Canada refused to meet America's eyes. "Dad told the truth, Alfred. It was your banks who helped screw up the World's economy."

America's unconscious grip on Canada's arms made him cry out with pain. "You too! I swear I didn't know what they were doing! Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

Matthew pushed against an unyielding chest. "Alfred, my arms! You'll break them!"

Alfred instantly let go of the bruised biceps, but then hugged Matthew's waist. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry, Mattie. I'm sorry."

While Canada sobbed through the hurt, his dark blue eyes slowly roamed the room to find the better hidden solitary figure still waiting for some good news. "Dad's not getting any better and Papa needs me. Please let me visit them."

America began to shake his head no. The motion was stopped by a fast maple syrup-scented hand below.

Alfred shuddered with renewed lust. Anger and frustration momentarily forgotten. "What do I get, Canada? What's in it for me?"

Matthew ignored the screaming pain lancing up his arms to lay soft kisses along Alfred's besotted face. "The thing I swore I would never let you do… I'll let you."

America's face lit up like the sun.

In two seconds, Alfred had Matthew on his back. Strong hips moving in concert with his brother's hand motion. "Okay, Mattie. We'll go see the old people, but I get mine first. Deal?"

Canada reached up with his other hand to bring America down for a deep French kiss. "D'accord."

Matthew gave a small nod to an excited Damara who had waited patiently in the corner all this time. Once she dissipated, he resumed his marital duties.

Alfred enjoyed his spouse's caresses. None the wiser.

Canada closed his eyes, feeling rough hands sling his legs over rock-hard shoulders.

America had it all wrong.

Papa hadn't shielded his little angel at all. He had merely educated his son differently.

Matthew smiled as pleasure raced up his body past the pain.

Manipulative sweetness always won out over brute force in the end.

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England softly nudged France awake.

Francis kissed the area over an unnaturally fast beating heart. "You seem a little better. Pourquoi est-ce?"

Arthur played with the golden hair brushing his chest. "I was given good news in my dreams. Matthew will be visiting soon."

Francis's whole body stilled. "Did the messenger tell you how he was doing?"

Arthur snuggled closer. "She says he survives through kindness and love. Just like you taught him to."

Francis began to shake with frustration. "Kindness, yes. My little angel is nothing but kindness. Love? Mon Dieu, Arthur! Those ways were only meant for survival!"

Arthur rocked Francis in his arms. "Survival is what we nations do best."

France ran warm hands over smooth skin. "Matthieu will not be visiting alone. Our other son will no doubt be his constant shadow. You raised him in your image, Angleterre. He thinks like you. How do I convince Matthieu to leave him for good?"

England ceased rocking France.

Arthur never felt offended by Francis's harsh words concerning Alfred. They were the absolute truth.

In his youth, especially during the Pirating years, England had been a malicious, cutthroat bastard. Just ask Spain or any of his other colonial holdings.

Thinking back on those times, Arthur thought what would happen if some well meaning person attempted to convince Francis to leave him. The overwhelming fury rocked him to the core.

Francis pushed himself away when his mate began to gasp for air. "Arthur! What is it?"

England took a few deep breaths. "I confess. I proudly raised Alfred to be like me. I wanted to make sure my boy could survive whatever came his way and he has so far. I'm sorry Matthew has to suffer for it.

Grabbing the sides of France's face with a surprisingly strong grip, Arthur floored his husband with a heartfelt kiss. "If anyone tried to convince you to leave me, I would take great satisfaction in giving them an extremely long and painful death."

Francis looked to the side. "This brings back memories. Shall I get out the whip or prepare for the paddle?"

Exhausted by his efforts, Arthur's head hit the pillow. "No, I'll simply tie you to my bed again and ride you like a horse."

France laced his fingers with England. "Am I worrying too much about Matthieu?"

Arthur gazed where their fingers intertwined. "With Alfred? We can never worry too much about Matthew."

Francis leaned in to kiss Arthur between the eyebrows. He then laid the couple's joined hands over England's warm lower belly. "So we have raised an angel and a devil. Perhaps it is time for another angel. Yes?"

England seemed to deflate even more into the bed. His sad eyes looked up to the ceiling. "A healthy baby is all I ask. My life for a healthy baby. This I swear."

Francis quickly gathered his depressed spouse in his arms. "A pledge you will not have to keep. Our sons will make sure of it."

Arthur looked to Francis for reassurance. "When the time comes, if you have to choose…"

France shook his head. "No, Angleterre. That is a human's decision. We are Nations. You and our blessed child will survive. This I swear."

Arthur hid his face against Francis's neck. "Well, you can take your bloody confidence and shove it. I'm terrified. Look at Greece and Egypt. One's a cat-loving narcoleptic. The other one's a mute."

France couldn't help himself. "We must think positive, mon amour! Look at what fine men Feliciano and Romano grew up to be."

England's eyes squinted with half-hearted malice. "A one-parent family. I did it before. I can do it again. I'll tell the baby you went out one day and got eaten by a bear. Matthew actually believed me for a week before you remembered where we lived."

Francis held a near-delirious Arthur close to his heart. "Oh, Arthur! Life shall never be boring with my sweet Angleterre!"

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Broad Translations:

Merde! - Shit!

'Petit ange' – little angel

D'accord. - Agreed, Okay

Pourquoi est-ce? - Why is this?

Mon ange – My angel

Mon Dieu – My god

mon amour – my love