Russia was excited. This was a very exciting week, so he was excited. This week, the baby would start to move! He knocked on Alfred's door, wanting to tell him the good news.

Moving his hands from his stomach, Alfred called out. "Do you have to come in commie freak?" After all, his stomach felt weird. Maybe he was constipated or something... That could explain why he felt sick...

Opening the door, Ivan saw America with his shirt up. "Wanting to feel the baby?" He went forward, putting his hand on his belly, and was surprised at what he felt. There was something, near the bottom of his stomach, that was harder than the rest. But it normally wouldn't be that big so soon. Every pregnancy was different, of course. "Your uterus is growing!"

"Once again, you wish it was. I'm just constipated." America growled, swatting the hand away. "You probably put something in the water to make me even more sick. Now I'll be throwing up and unable to shit."

"Besides having a hard stomach, do you feel constipated?" Although it wasn't unheard of to be constipated during this part in pregnancy. But he was fairly sure that was the uterus. So the uterus was this big already, and the baby started moving? This was a great week!

"Uh," Alfred paused, thinking about it for a moment. "Kinda, not really I guess..." But it didn't automatically mean he was pregnant now. He just felt weird and sore all over. Damn Red.

Wanting to feel it again, Ivan held America's arm, and placed his big hand on his stomach. He should start putting lotion on it now so that he would have minimal stretch marks. It felt so great!

Trying to hit the hand and the grin off Russia's face, America growled. "Stop molesting my stomach! There's nothing there except shit you know."

"Don't say that about our baby." Russia got up and grabbed the bottle of lotion off the bathroom counter that he had placed there a while ago. "Now, let me put this on you, so you won't have any scars." Because pregnancy was a beautiful thing, and should not be sullied by stretch marks.

"Or I can you freak. It's my stomach after all." He tried to fight for the lotion but Ivan just squeezed some onto his stomach and started to rub in it without a second word. "Fine. Bastard."

Rubbing it over the soft skin, Russia went easier over the scar. "Besides, I will have to do your butt and thighs as well, since they will also most likely grow." Possibly more, since Alfred was a man and therefore didn't have the hips to bear children.

Scoffing, America said. "Like I'd let you molest my ass. I can do it by myself, thank you very much. And it's not like I need it anyways."

"You're correct, you may not need it. Not all women get stretch marks, but better safe than sorry." But he would make sure that they had sex before the baby was born, at least. It was a good thing sex while pregnant didn't hurt the baby.

"No, like, 'I'm not pregnant' kind of 'don't need it'." The younger nation explained, feeling awkward with the hand on his stomach. "I'm a guy. I can't have kids."

Slightly caressing the beautiful stomach, Russia leaned down to kiss it lightly. "You have seen the ultrasound, and have now felt your uterus." He explained softly, imagining the growing child just a few layers of flesh away from him.

Blushing lightly from the awkward touches, Alfred startled. "Well you're a fucking creep who doesn't have a moral compass." Chew on that, communist. Not that it would affect him, but it was the best his flustered mind could come up with. "I don't give a flying fuck about you, or the fact that you seem to think I'm impregnated with your kid."

Ivan took America's hand, forcing it to touch the hard part of his stomach. "Now, are you really going to tell me there is not a child in there?" He almost felt as if he could feel the energy eminating from there, the small beating heart, the extra heat.

Pausing for a second, he laughed. "Like there could actually be anything." He didn't want to mention how he was starting to get suspicious after reading the book, because then he would admit to thinking it and to reading the book.

"But there is. You will see." And he would see. If the uterus was that big already, he might start showing soon. He would be so cute when his belly button popped out! Russia finished with his stomach, and now needed at his butt. "Turn around."

"Nuh uh, you are not rubbing stuff on my ass. If I need to do it, I'll do it myself. Alone. Without you here." He added, making sure Russia understood. "You are not going to see my ass."

"You do realize that when you first arived here and were unconscious, I had to undress you for the operation?" It really didn't matter, because if they were going to raise this child together they would have to be intimate.

Trying not to imagine it, Alfred shook his head. "You fucking creep. You probably molested me, didn't you? I knew it!"

"No, I would never molest someone who is unconscious." What would be the point in that? That would be like molesting a dead person. But Russia let it go, putting the creme on the counter. If Alfred wanted stretch marks on his butt, he would just have to deal with it.

"Good move, or I would rip off your dick." America threatened, glad he wasn't going to put cream on his butt as well. "So what else are you going to torment me about this week? That the thing is supposed to be around a third of an inch or bigger?"

Smiling, Ivan sat down on the bed. "You have been reading your book! Good job! Yes, that is how big the baby is this week. Isn't this fun?"

"If it was actually happening maybe. Or maybe it would just be more traumatizing. And I only read it cause I knew you would bitch at me if I didn't." Having Ivan on his bed made him a bit wary, but he couldn't kick him off it. "How about you get me some food and stop being a creeper."

"What do you want?" Because he had been doing his reading, Ivan might even give him some sweets. Not too much, though. He could get enough sugar from juices and things, so he didn't need much more.

"Hamburgers, bananas, eggs, whipped cream, anything really." Alfred shrugged. He was just hungry and didn't feel sick yet, so food would be nice. Plus if Russia wanted to pretend like he was pregnant and do everything for him, he would take advantage of that. "And a jar so I can piss in it without going to the bathroom."

A slightly evil smile coming to his face, Ivan trailed his fingers over America's stomach. "I know a way that will make it so that you don't have to get up to urinate." Because he did know a way. Of course he would still have to get up to go to the bathroom for the other thing, but that wouldn't be as big of a problem.

Shuddering, Alfred pushed the hand away, not trusting the smile. "On second thought, just get me some food and I'll take care of the pissing part myself." Hopefully the food wouldn't have anything in it, since he was too hungry to not eat.

Slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be able to do that, Russia left the room to get some food. He was glad Alfred said anything, because now he could make something healthy that went along with the diet plan he had made.

"Freak." Al mumbled to himself as he shuddered again. What he wouldn't give to be able to get out there to go back home. Even if everyone would probably freak at him, it would be better than being held hostage with Ivan.

Ivan decided to make stew. He could put in it all the things that America needed, as well as their growing baby. It would take a while to make, so he also made a quick sandwich for him while he was waiting.

Getting bored with laying around, America stood up and looked out the door. With no Russia in sight he placed a hand on his stomach lightly. There was no way this was happening. He would look like a balloon if it was. Well... There was one way to see... Making sure Ivan wasn't about to come back, Alfred grabbed his pillow and quickly stuffed it under his shirt. God, if he got that fat... Not that he could, since he was a guy, and guys couldn't get pregnant... Even if they had a womb and little things growing inside them...

Walking into the room with the sandwich, Russia saw an amazing sight. There, standing in front of a small mirror, was Alfred, a pillow under his shirt and tears rolling down his face. "I told you pregnancy made your emotions run wild." He said with a smile.

Jumping a foot into the air, Alfred tore the pillow from under his shirt and threw it at Ivan. "Shut the fuck up, it's just dry in here, so my eyes were getting dry and started to water." Damn! And he was just doing it to see what would never happen.

"Then why are you still crying? And why did you put the pillow under your shirt?" Russia grinned, wishing he had gotten a picture of it. But he would at least get pictures of when he was really that big, so it would be fine.

"Its because it's really dry! And I was just seeing what it would be like if I was actually really fat. That's why." Crossing his arms over his chest, Alfred wiped his face off on his shoulder.

Leaning down, Russia caressed the pillow that had fallen on the floor. It really was like the belly he would have, although he most likely wouldn't get that big. On the other hand, his uterus was already big enough to be felt...

"Stop being so fucking creepy! Give me my food and leave me alone!" Alfred growled, finally getting himself to stop crying. "Unless you have anything better to do, you can also get me a hamburger."

"Crying one minute, angrily demanding food the next." Ivan said fondly, handing over the plate. It didn't bother him, however. Soon the placenta would take the hormones, so he wouldn't be as moody. Although, with increasing strain on his body, it would probably return in the third trimester.

Grabbing the food possessively, America sneered. "Being a fucking creep one minute, still being one the next." Taking a bite out of the healthy sandwich, Alfred stopped himself from making sounds as he ate.

Smiling even more, Ivan went to check on the stew. As he cooked, he started humming a nursery rhyme he remembered from his childhood.