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Author's note:
This is an older fanfic that I had written on my iPod—this was before I got my iPhone, so it's at least from mid-June. I think even wrote it during my dance recital, so yeah, mid-June. I think the characters are a tad out of character, but my mind wasn't helping me much with fixing that, sorry about that.

"Lithuania!" Poland's voice could be heard through the house.

Lithuania sighed, waiting for Poland to burst through the door of the study, and he did, as if on cue.

"Poland, what's wrong?" Lithuania replied.

"Liet, I'm totally craving some orange sherbet." The blond whined and sat down on his husband's lap.

The brunet eyed his love's growing stomach and then looked him in the eyes, "Don't we have any?"

"No, and, like, your baby is, like, totally demanding it, y'know. It won't stop bothering me and I really want some right now."

Ever since the two had realized that all nations, even those of male sex, could get pregnant, and that Poland himself had fallen pregnant, the couple had been dealing with this problem for the past four months or so.

Lithuania was so anxious for his son or daughter to be born and for Poland to be ridden of this pregnancy that he had been counting the days down…on every calendar in the house.

"Liet, go out and get me some." The Polish nation whined, standing up.

"Let me just finish this paperwork, then I'll—" The other man replied, trying to get back to what he had previously been doing.

"Now, Liet! I need some now!"

"Poland, I have to finish this—"

"Liet, you did this to me and you're not being supportive! I'm craving one little thing and you refuse to go get me some because you have paperwork to do. Please, I'm begging." Poland gave a little pout in order to sway him.

"If I go get you some, do you promise to let me get this paperwork done?"

"I promise, now go dote on your pregnant husband." Poland tried yanking Lithuania out of his seat, but to no use.

This couldn't be true, Lithuania knew it: Poland couldn't keep a promise.

"Liet, please!" Poland whined.

Lithuania sighed again, standing up, "Alright, I'm going, Poland."

"Thank you, Liet." Poland said, kissing the brunet on the cheek.

How much longer until this was over?

Author's note:
I tried to fix the italics that squished to the word after the italicized word, but I'm not sure if I got them all. *is too lazy to read the whole thing over again to check* Remember, reviews are love.