Still dont own Hetalia.
Hmmm...
Maybe if I travel in the past and make hetalia first maybe I would owned it now. Hehehe, Not gonna happen anytime soon, so Enjoy~ And this chappy was a pain to write, but now it turned quite ok I think...
In Serbia's room a big world map was over the table laid out and Moon was looking at it whit big eyes, poking each time a different place.
"And this?"
"That is England. He took care of Amerika and Canada when they were little, never eat anything that he offers you. EVER. Especial if they are scones. He isn't on good terms whit France, or like Hungary says it the two have a hate love relationship. "
Moon nodded. They went nearly thought the whole map now. The boy was fascinated whit how many places where there on Earth. The only thing that bugged him was that he couldn't find Gotham city.
"Tata you are mad at daddy?"
"A bit."
"If daddy say that he is sorry, you gonna forgive him, da?"
"Ja…"
"Why are you mad at daddy?"
"First he is annoying, second he is a idiot and third because of him the whole station think I have a girlfriend, and I don't even dare to go to the gossip circle because they will rip me apart, jebote."
Moon was now having teary eyes,he had that face the "a kicked puppy is about to cry" face. Whit such a face he was staring at Milos who found the boy too adorable to resist and so gave in.
"Mali manipulatore, I suppose I would forgive him but I am only doing this for you. Having family who is arguing around yourself isn't nice at all. But don't get your hopes up, there are still the problem between brother Russia and him." The boy was now again grinning happily.
There was a knock on the door and Serbia opened it. There were the two super powers standing, Milos played whit the thought to just close the door in their faces, but decided against it. Moving to the side he let them in. Only to have Steve run towards them jumping towards America who catch him and hugged him, giving a kiss in the hair. On which Moon giggled hugging him back.
"Wus up?"
"Tata taught me about the world, and never to eat England's scones."
"Really? Cool, that can save your life. What else did you learn?"
Ivan was a bit surprised to see how well Alfred handled the boy. How much the blond nation enjoyed the role of a parent. You could see how he loved the kid, while he was listening to each word Moon said. It was a side that the Russian have seen for the first time on the American.
"Daddy, you will say sorry to tata, so tata doesn't have to be angry at daddy, da?"
"Wut?" Alfred blinked at the boy in his arms, not quite getting what he meant, Milos spooke.
"Bre, you didn't have to tell him that, you know"
"Tell me what?"
"That tata cannot go to the gossip circle, they would rip him apart because they think daddy and papa are his girlfriends." Steve said whit all seriousness of a 4 year old boy.
There was silence. And then…
"WHAT?Dude!"
"Eh?" Ivan was confused, why would anybody think that he was somebody's girlfriend. He didn't look like a girl at all. Looking at Serbia and America they were both red. Milos was stuttering something incoherently before clapping his both hands over the kids mouth.
"Bre, I never said that!" mustered he out.
"Then where did he heard it?"
"Bre, I swear I said that the whole station thinks I have a girlfriend nothing else!"
"Coffee. I need my morning coffee."
"I my Rakija."
"For me Vodka, da~"
Several minutes later on the table where 2 bottels and for each a glass,Milos made the coffe and was about to place it in front of America, when he protested.
"Dude I asked for coffee not tea."
"It is coffee" said Serbia, while Alfred peeked into it.
"Oh, then why are you serving coffee in tea cups?"
"Because I made Turkish coffee."
"What does Turkey have to do whit Iggy's tea cups?"
"Just drink."
"You have more?"
"Da."
"Good then."
Russia had a funny time, it was funny to watch America being paranoid. The way he didn't let go of the ash haired boy, who was sitting now in his lap. How America stared at him, like he was going to eat him or the little one. It was cute. He was smiling at them. There was silence once again, Moon began to doze off because of the boredom. Ivan waited. Once he thought that Alfred had enough caffeine and Milos enough alcohol in their system, he broke the silence.
"You two tell me what happened two days before and how it comes we have a child, da."
"Not in front of the child Ivan." America spoke in his parental voice again. Russia made a mental note to see why, while using that voice, he was calling him by his first name. Pointing to the boy he said:
"Give him to me."
"What are you gonna do to him, you commie"
And America was back to his old self.
"Just holding my son, da."
Alfred was glaring at Russia. It would have been more effective if the nation on his lap didn't tried to wrestle out of his arm. Liking the idea of being hold by the large nation. In the end Moon was sitting in Ivans kind of liked the felling of having a warm weight on him. And he enjoyed how much is pissed the younger nation off.
"So you two start now."
"I said…" began Alfred, only to be stopped whit the motion of Russia. Who clapped his large hands over the boys ears effetely stopping him from hearing anything.
"You said Amerika?"
"I hate you red…"
"You know he isn't red anymore."
"Of course you would take his side, you need to learn to be a better side …"
Alfred stopped, the temperature was dropping rapidly, the second time that day. And it wasn't even 10a.m! The aura around Russia was clearly saying that he didn't had any patience left anymore. Steve was oblivious sitting in that mans lap, like nothing was going on. Like there wasnt a dark killing aura around the man in which lap, he was sitting. Serbia was the first to speak:
"It all Amerikas fault he drugged you."
"Uh-huh. Thanks, for back stabbing the hero."
"Bre, that was for dragging me into that."
"I figured so much on my own, da."
"Then idiot why are you asking then."
"What happened while I was drugged?"
Milos tried his best to sink into the chair and to become a part of it. It didn't work. Ivan smiled at him, he gluped his glass of rakia down and began stuttering.
"He and you… and I ….then..um..he …and um… you…uh…I was..."
"We three had sex, happy now commie. Actually you rapped me, and that guy didn't stopped you."
"Bre, I tried, but I couldn't do anything to stop him…"
Serbia wished he fall though the earth, Alfred was blushing ,still keeping his gaze on the bigger man, but not even half as violent as Serbia.
"We all…" America nodded.
"And what about the boy?"
"Duh, Idk. He just appeared saying stubbornly we were his parents."
"He said the same to me, maybe it has to do whit colonizing this place…" Said Milos who began to get back to normal. And being happy that the topic changed.
They sat in silence for another while. Till Russia broke it again.
"Good then how do we name him then?"
"I did that his name is Steve F Jones " Grinned Alfred.
"That's a horrible name, comrade "
"It reminds of something that will pop out and try to kill you…"
America blinked at the Serb "Where did you got that idea from?" Milos just shrugged it off.
"I think it's much better if his name were Николай Иванович Брагинский, what do you think little one?" asked Ivan while putting his hand off the boys ears so he could hear them again.
"I just told you idiot commie that his name is Steve F Jones"
"Or why not Богдан Неманић. It is a nice name too…Just saying..."
The 3 of them were staring at each other, better said America and Russia were staring at each other while Serbia was giving glances at each of them in turns.
"Good~." All 3 of them looked at Ivans lap. The boy was smiling and said. "Steve Николай Богдан Moon. That's my name. And what are you drinking?" He pointed to the Rakija bottle.
"Thats a long name...And not so heroic..."
"Serbian medicine. Do you want some?" said Milos.
"NO! That is alcohol! And you are not giving Steve any alcohol!" burst out Alfred.
"Why?" tilted Milos his head. "he is a boy a sip will not do any harm."
"You don't give children alcohol!"
"Good, but he can have water, da?" Ivan filled his own glass and was about to give it to Moon some of his Vodka when Alfred snatched it. Getting a glare from the Russian.
"Vodka is not water!"
"It is Russian water." Answered Ivan whit a big child like smile, small kol sounds could be heard.
"Okay, guys we need a few rules here. If we want for the child to grow up properly. First no alcohol in any form, no Vodka or Rakija." Said America, on which Serbia answered.
"Good the nothing of your fast food, we don't want him to get as fat as you."
"I am not fat!"
"Fredka yes you are."
"Ugh! I need my hero food."
"Da," clapped Moon whit his hands "Let eat together."
"But you had you breakfast, Moon."Milos began, only to be meet whit two kicked puppy about to cry faces, from Moon and America "Whatever, but dont blame me if any of you get fat."
They went to the cafeteria, Ivan still holding the boy, Alfred glaring at him, and Milos thinking of all the looks they were getting now. He could bet that the people around them were already going on full gossiping mode. He could hear most of them. "Why is sir Russia holding Alfreds child?" or "No way, are they together?" and "You heard that Serbia had a wild night two days ago?" and so on and on. In the cafeteria the whispering become open talking. He so much wished to become invisible. Russia put Moon between him and himself, that was annoying America even more, he was about to begin arguing when one of his man, a high up in rank man, asked him what the meaning of that was. Moon was the one answering whit a overly cheerfulness "Family breakfast." The man looked at each nation, shaking his head "I want a detailed report of this Jones."
Steve was eating just as much as America, but luckily it looked he preferred a bit more healthily food then the blond. And then the discussion began. How they will organize them self to take care of the child. In the end and few nearly to begin battles, that were stopped miraculous by America showing Ivan his phone.
They settled on the fact that they will have to live together, that Milos would teach the boy while Alfred would supervise him and the boy would have his own room. And neither of them would be allowed to enter it. They made a list of things basically fast food and alcohol that Nick, how Alfred began to call him to tease the Russian, where not allowed in any kind of situation. Now they were only two problems left: Tell their bosses and tell the world they have a child together...
TN
JA - I
Mali manipulatore - little manipulator
AN *Screams randomly* HetaOni, had to made that joke~:P SO R&R? If I am not wrong there should be another smut chapter soon. You will see~
Ohonhonhonhon. And you watched to much heatalia when you at "made in china" giggles like crazy. And when you randomly cry out Pasta~~ So yeah R&R?