280 Days
By CheshireCat2010
Disclaimer: Disclaimers were originated in Korea, not me.
Chapter 8:
In Which A Concern Arises
~5 months~
Another day, another UN meeting. America was going on about another one of his ridiculous plans for global warming when Prussia and Canada randomly burst in.
"Don't worry! The Awesome Me has arrived!" Germany face palmed, telling Prussia to get into his seat. Canada managed to slip into the only other open seat available…which was right next to France.
The meeting went on as usual. America's 'latest and greatest' idea, Japan agreeing, England disagreeing, France disagreeing with them both, England and France getting into a fight…China knew this would all end with nothing accomplished, as per the usual. Not to mention the lack of sleep the night before because of back pain that he was also experiencing at this current moment. Russia noticed China's uncomfortable expression and tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but China flicked it away.
"Not now, aru."
Finally, Korea decided it was time for a recess.
123451234512345
China had been miserable in there. At about the point where England was trying to choke France for claiming that his cooking should have been outlawed by the Geneva Conventions, China had starting experiencing cramps in his abdomen. At first, he panicked; then realized that it might be false labor. Walking around seemed to help.
San Marino, a small young woman whose home was located to the northeast of Italy, had offered to help China during his pregnancy; after all, she had more doctors per capita than any other nation in the world. China accepted; a fellow nation wouldn't be as surprised about certain things, such as his age.
As it turned out, his age could come back to haunt him. "Older mothers are at greater risk for preterm labor," said San Marino. A heartbreaking image of China's baby girl in an incubator with tubes trying so hard to support her flashed in his mind. He shook the negative thoughts away. That could never happen to a nation…could it?
123451234512345
It was almost midnight and China was wide awake again. This time it wasn't back pain, but the fact that the baby was kicking hard and wouldn't let her mother rest. China glanced over at Russia, who was sleeping soundly. "Lucky bastard, aru," he muttered under his breath. The baby then delivered a rather sharp kick. China sucked in his breath. "Aiyah!"
This woke up Russia. Upon seeing his husband with a distressed look on his face and a hand on his belly, he knew what to do. "Now, little dotchka, no more being mean to Mama, da?"
China sighed. Slowly, the kicking stopped. "Xie xie, aru."
Russia smiled back. "Spasibo." They both laid back down, Russia quickly kissing China on the forehead.
China was out like a light.
A/N: Guess why Prussia and Canada were late? *cough cough* Anyway, there will be more pairings popping up later.
Dotchka- Russian for daughter.
Xie Xie- Chinese for thank you.
Spasibo- Russian for you're welcome, but is also used for thank you.
