Aki: New chapter, hot off the presses~! Whoo, I wrote this in one sitting, started at 7:35 on Saturday and Finished at (roughly) 4:00 Sunday. See what happens when I can't sleep? BUT before you read!
The Fujoshi: How'd you know I was going to have that happen? Can you read my mind O.o;?
: Thanks for the name suggestions. If you don't mind I'll be using one or two of them. XD
CONTINUE, IF YOU DARE~
Chapter 7:
America blinked open her eyes and quickly closed them with a groan. 'Turn off the lights~!' she thought rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"Ah, you are awake. Good." She heard.
She removed her hands from her eyes and looked to see the blurred form of a grey haired man standing at the end of her bed. It was the doctor that had told her what was wrong with her when she was admitted earlier. A nurse walked in and said something to him quickly, and he said something back just as fast. Then he turned to her and said, "I think we should have an ultrasound, to see how the baby is doing." Then he looked at her. "That is alright, yes?"
"Oh, yeah, just fine." She said sitting up. She was about to stand-up from the bed when he stopped her.
"There is no need for you to get up. The nurse went to fetch the portable ultrasound machine, so please, lay back and lift your shirt."
America complied and soon enough the machine was up and running and the cold gel was spread over her stomach.
"There we are." He said as a grainy black and grey shape appeared on the screen. America was transfixed with the screen, so she didn't see the doctor's slight frown. "That's strange…"
America quickly looked up and asked, "What's strange? Is there something wrong?"
"Well, no, not exactly…A moment if you please…" The doctor moved the little wand thingy around her stomach some more, and asked "How many weeks are you?"
"Almost nine…why?"
"I see…Is this your first ultrasound?"
"Yeah…?"
"Hmm…" the doctor was silent for another moment before saying, "There is more than one heartbeat…"
'When is Amelia getting back?' Russia thought as he shifted through her suitcase. He was currently waiting for her in her room, to have a talk about her behavior today. And while he was waiting, he thought he could productive and look through her things, to make sure nothing she did could hurt the babies. He tutted at the choice of clothes that were packed tightly into the rather small suitcase, and decided that he would have to take her shopping for some more…tasteful garments. Things that will show off her growing belly would be nice…and something colorful too…Hmm…
Before Russia's mind could wander too far, the door opened and closed, with the lock automatically clicking behind Amelia. She quickly walked in and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Russia standing there. She clutched her chest and leant into the wall.
"Jesus, give me a heart attack, why don't you!" she said pushing off the wall. She took of her jacket and threw it on an armchair that sat in the corner of the room. "Why are you here?" She looked at the bed, and her clothes that were folded next to her suitcase. "Were you going through my clothes?"
"Da, to make sure you are not carrying anything that will hurt or harm the baby." He answered. "Also, to take stock of your clothing. It seems you will need some new garments soon. And it seems I will have to keep a closer eye on you."
"What? Why?" She asked, almost screaming, but not tried not to because it was only 2 in the morning.
"You are obviously not responsible to take care of yourself, let alone a child." Then he smiled. "But do not worry, I enjoy taking care of you, Amelia."
"H-How did you even get in here in the first place?" She asked, anger fading a smidge.
"Ah, I told the front desk that my fiancée was out and had the only key. They gave me a copy." He said slipping his key to HER room out of his front pocket.
"F-Fiancée?"
She stared at him, trying to fight back the blood rushing to her face, and he stared back with the smile still in place, thinking his little Amelia was so cute when she was flustered.
Finally she snorted and shoved something at his chest, saying "Shut up and get out. I'm tired and going back to sleep." She grabbed the largest shirt she saw on the bed and stomped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Soon enough, he heard the shower running and he looked away from, the bathroom door.
Russia looked down at the little pieces of photograph paper, and at the grainy black and grey pictures. His eyes grew large as he realized exactly what he was seeing. He just stared until he heard the door open and saw America come back out with one of his button up shirts on. She looked at him standing there and scowled. He wasn't sure what happened next exactly, but the next thing he knew, he had America wrapped in his arms with her head tucked under his chin.
"Hey, get offa me." She said halfheartedly as tried to move her arms.
"Нет, я слишком счастлив, чтобы отпустить*!" He said, squeezing her just a bit tighter. "Быстро, скажи мне, сколько Есть*!"
"If you ease up and let me breathe, I can!"
He loosened his grip on her but didn't let her go just yet. He looked down at her expectantly, like a puppy that was waiting for a new crew toy.
'Yeah, a giant demented puppy…with a touch of rabies… And maybe worms….hmm…'
"Well?" he asked, breaking her out of her train of thought. She wriggled one of her arms out of his hold and held up some fingers. Russia blinked and a real smile blossomed on his face. "Верно*?" She nodded, and was totally unprepared to be lifted up at least a good foot and a half off the ground and spun around before being held tightly once again. "Amelia, Давай поженимся*."
"What? Speak English."
"Hmm, I will later. Maybe. But now it is late. Let's go to bed." He said pushing her towards the bed.
"Uh, I have a better idea; I'll sleep in here and you go back to your room." She said crawling on the mattress.
"Het, I am going to stay with you to make sure nothing happens to you. All of you." He removed his jacket that was over his night clothes and pulled the covers down. America darted under them and he sat next to her figure.
"…No matter how much I argue, you're gonna stay aren't you?" she asked getting comfortable.
"Da." He replied, also getting comfortable.
"…I don't have the energy to deal with you. G'night." She said turning over.
"Спокойной ночи, подсолнечника*." He said turning off the bedside lamp that provided them with light throughout their exchange.
It was currently the next morning, and America was making her way back to her room from the small restaurant that was across the street from the hotel. After an eventful morning that included kicking Russia out of her room at the crack of dawn, and having Finland and Sweden come knocking on her door with a gift basket full of early maternity wear and a book about what to expect during your pregnancy and leaving with a promise not to tell anyone else, she finally made it down to the restaurant where Canada was apparently waiting for her. She had had a blueberry muffin with some type of yogurt along with some OJ, and for once she wasn't queasy. Things were pretty much looking up for her, since she wasn't puking her brains out for once.
"America~!"
'Oh God.' She thought as she turned and saw Korea rushing towards her. He stopped about right in front of her, and said, "I heard you were sick, so I thought I would come and see if I can help~."
"Oh really…" America said flatly. "And just what can you do for me, Korea?"
"This!" He cried before grabbing her chest and giving a small squeeze. 'Huh? Something wet?'
"Ahh!" she cried punching him between his eyes. He let go to rub the newly forming bruise and/or lump between his eyebrows, thanking his lucky stars she only hit him hard enough to dislodge him from her chest and not enough to turn his brain to mush. "Shit man, that fucking hurt!"
"Tell me about it~!" He whined, but shut up when she gave him a glare. He rubbed his head some more and noticed the wetness that was still on his hands got on his face. He made a face and said "You spilt something on your shirt and it's all over my hands now~!"
"I didn't spill anything on my shirt, and no one told you to touch me in the first place!"
Korea looked at her chest and said "You did so spill something on your shirt, lookit yourself!"
America looked down and saw two rapidly growing wet spots on her chest, right where her nipples were located. "Aw, shit." She swore before turning and hightailing it back to her room.
Korea watched as she hurried back to her room with a puzzled expression on his face. 'Is there a disease that makes breast leak?...Maybe Aniki knows. I'll ask him after the meeting, cure America and make her indebted to me~! That way, her breast really will belong to me~~!'
America shut the door to her room and went to the basket that Finland gave her earlier. She looked through it and found what she was looking for. Sitting under a dusty pink blouse, was a box of nursing pads. 'Thank you Finland, for adding these. I love you, really.' She thought as she quickly changed. Just in time too, because she heard a banging on her door and a shout of, "Hurry up you bloody idiot!" before steps walked away from her door.
The meeting went off without a hitch and something else had distracted Korea from asking China right away what kind of disease America had. But it suddenly hit him when there was a lull in the conversation at a late dinner two weeks later at China's house. 'The others are here too, so they might know as well! The genius of Im Yong Soo strikes again!' he thought before saying "What does it mean when someone's breast start leaking?" loud enough for everyone to heard him.
Hong Kong started coughing to get something out of his throat, and Vietnam started to pat him on the back to try and help. Japan paled and Taiwan stood and was about to yell at Korea, but China beat her to it by slamming his wok down on Korea's head.
"Mwoya aya, geu*?"
"That's not something you talk about at the dinner table, aru!"
"Oh…" Korea said with a frown. "So does that mean no one knows the answer?"
Before China could hit him again, Japan asked "Why do you want to know Korea-kun?"
"Ah, remember when America was sick at the meeting? I tried to cheer her up by claiming her breast as mine but they started leaking after I touched them." Wok, met Korea's head. "What did I do now?"
"I told you to stop doing that to people, aru!" China yelled.
"Her boobs were leaking?" Hong Kong asked.
"Ne, jeongmal joh-ayo*." Korea replied. "So what's it mean Aniki?" Korea asked looking up at China. His face was bright red as he thought of a way to explain what usually happens to women during pregnancy, but then stopped. Nations couldn't get pregnant; it didn't make any sense!
"Women's breast lactate, Korea. They don't leak." Taiwan said sitting back down.
"What's that mean?"
"It means she's making milk for a baby that's on the way, aru. Why it would be happening to America is a mystery though, aru. Nations can't get pregnant, aru." China said as he sat back down too.
There was silence as they all thought about what Korea said, until all of them grew restless.
"Duìyú shànliáng de yuángù, yǒurén jiào tā le aru*!" China said. Quick as anything, Japan whipped out his phone and dialed America's landline. It rang four times before a voice on the other side said, "Hello?"
"America-chan, er how are you feeling?"
"Japan? Um, fine I guess."
"Oh, that's good-."
"Ask her if she's really having a baby!" Korea said loudly enough that America could hear him.
"Oh God, what did he tell you?" she asked. "You know what, it doesn't matter. You want to know? Yeah, I'm preggo. No thins isn't the first time, it's happened before. Just don't tell anybody, okay?"
"H-hai."
"Great!" She said brightly. "See ya soon Kiku. Bye." And then there was the sound of the dial tone.
Aki: So, most of Asia knows about the babies now. XD Silly Korea!
Translations:
Нет, я слишком счастлив, чтобы отпустить- No, I'm too happy to let go
Быстро, скажи мне, сколько Есть- Quickly, tell me how many there are!
Давай поженимся- Let's get married.
Спокойной ночи, подсолнечника- Goodnight Sunflower
Mwoya aya, geu- Ow, what was that for
Ne, jeongmal joh-ayo- Yeah, like a lot
Duìyú shànliáng de yuángù, yǒurén jiào tā le- Someone call and ask her already
That's about all for now. G'night guys :3
