This chapter contains Mpreg, birth, and PruCan.

Now I had some people ask me about Sophia and Maria, and I'm thinking of having Sophia appear in a later chapter, when they are adults and another when they're still kids for Peter's birthday, maybe, I'm not sure yet. If it's wanted, I'll add in it.

Time Frame: September 2, 1967

Words: 644

"Deep breaths, Artie, you're doing beautiful." Alfred said as he brushed the Brit's hair back as he gave another scream.

"You bloody fucking asshat!" He shouted out as he gripped his husbands hand as another contraction hit.

"We are never having sex again! And you are sleeping on the bloody fucking couch for the next hundred years!" He shouted, gripping his husbands hand so tight you could hear a faint crack in the distance.

"Fuck, I think you just broke my hand, babe." Alfred winced out.

"Good!" Arthur snapped back as Alfred carefully took his broken hand back and replaced it with his good one.

"Let me look at that." A nurse said, walking over to Alfred to examine his hand. He hissed as she moved her fingers over it.

"It's a small break, I'll send in a doctor to cast it, Mr. America."

"It's fine. It'll be all healed up in a few hours. I've had worse." Alfred told her.

"If you are sure, sir." She said as Arthur's doctor walked in.

"Hello, England, how're you doing?" She asked walking over to check his vitals.

"I'm ready to get this bloody baby out." Arthur gritting out as another wave of pain crashed over him.

"We can perform the C-Section now, if you wish."

"Yes! Please!" Arthur groaned out.

"Alright then. I'll get my team." She said as she walked out of the room.

It had taken almost an hour before

Peter Matthew Kirkland-Jones was born.

Arthur was currently sleeping soundly as Alfred walked around the room, his new born son being rocked in his arms.

The newborn had a head full of sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that might change as he aged.

There was a knock on the door as Matthew popped his head in.

"Hey, bro." Alfred said as he motioned his brother inside, "Gilbert have the kids?" He asked him. Matthew and Gilbert had been together before the World Wars and they already had two children together, Kira, the personification of Alberta, and Max, the personification of Ontario.

"Yeah, they came down with the flu, I'm fine, but didn't want the little guy to get sick." He said as he looked over his brothers shoulder. "What did you name him?"

"Matthew." He said with a smile, "After my favorite little brother."

Matthew have him a raised eyebrow, "Okay, what did you really name him?" He asked as Alfred chucked silently, "Peter, Peter Matthew." He said.

"You're joking." Matthew asked.

"Nope, look." Alfred said as he motioned towards the birth certificate that was taped to Peter's cot.

Matthew walked over to it and looked at the name plate.

"You actually named him after me." Matthew said in disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my twin brother." Alfred said. "Would you like to hold him?" Alfred asked as Matthew shook his head and Alfred carefully placed his son in his uncles arms.

"Hey there, little guy." Matthew said as he kissed the top of his head. "I'm your Uncle Mattie."

Peter opened up sleepy eyes and stared straight at Matthew as he gurgled.

"He's adorable, Al." He said as Alfred chuckled.

"He's my son, of course he's adorable." Al replied.

So, cute little chapter. Please review and tell me how I did! And to leave Prompts for future chapters that you want!