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Chapter nine: Frida and Kari
Iceland's POV
"I still don't see why I can't come," I said angrily to Prussia, "she was my friend. I have to go."
By now everyone has known about Liechtenstein's death, and it has caused a revival of worry from all the nations. Tomorrow was her funeral, and as my friend I wanted to go. But Prussia had a different idea.
"You can't come with Kiddo, just look at you! Besides, you heard the doctor, no long traveling until after the kid's born."
"But it's okay for you to send me off to Copenhagen?"
"Look, it's going to be a few days until I get back and with everything that happened I just don't think it'd be smart to leave you alone. Besides, I'd rather not be unawesomely killed by a pissed off Norway. Do you understand?"
I understood fine, but instead of answering I pouted and looked at him angrily. Prussia sighed and said, "Kiddo, you're not coming with. I'll pass your condolences for you, okay. Now stay there with Denmark and Norway." With that he kissed me on the forehead, got back into his car and drove off; leaving me in Norway and Denmark's doorway.
I then walked in and joined the two of them in the living room; Denmark watching T.V. and Norway focusing more on knitting something instead of anything else. With an unpleased sigh I sat down in a free chair and began to feed Mr. Puffin.
It was already in the afternoon when I arrived, and the rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. The only things that did happen was Norway trying to stab Denmark's eyes out with his knitting needles for spilling beer all over the sweater he just funished; which was pretty funny to watch, and Finland calling after dinner.
"Hei," Norway answered in his usual emotionless voice, "…not really. Prussia left Iceland here for a few days…ya…that's right. How's he doing?...he's just a child…that's good…no, only the pictures Sealand posted…why not, I have no plans…that will not be a problem…right…bye."
"Hey Norge, who was that?" Denmark asked in a voice which sounded louder than usual.
"Finland. He, Sweden, Sealand and Nickaulaus are visiting us tomorrow," Norway said casually. As Norway said this, Denmark's expression changed to happy when he heard 'Finland,' pouting when he heard 'Sweden,' happy again when he heard 'Sealand,' and confused when he heard 'Nickaulaus.'
"Who's Nickaulaus?" he asked. To this both Norway and I rolled our eyes.
"He's Finland and Sweden's son," I answered.
"They already had their kid? No fair, they beat us. When did this happen."
"About two weeks ago. Now stop pouting," Norway said while sitting down to read some random book.
The four of them came shortly before lunch time the next day, and things seemed to be going pretty well. Nickaulaus was pretty cute. He had soft, blond hair, big purple eyes and Finland's bubbly personality, but take away his toy and he will give you a glare that only Sweden's child could. After lunch my back and stomach began to hurt. I figured that it was probably just something I ate; this was not the first time I got this feeling because of food during this whole pregnancy business. Finland however noticed this and asked if I was okay. To this I simply said that I was fine.
After this, things continued as before, but by the time we had to start preparing dinner the pain had begun to get worse. This time it was Norway who asked, "Is something wrong, Lillebror?"
"…My back hurts a lot. My stomach too…I think I should go to the hospital," I said, avoiding eye-contact. When I did look up I saw that he was thinking and a little paler than usual. He then nodded and left the room.
When he came back, the others were following him. We then piled into Denmark's and Sweden's cars and drove to the nearest hospital. When we got there I was checked in and sure enough, I was going into labor. The doctor however said that the pain I was feeling right now was normal and was just the body getting ready for labor. It was not until an hour later that the delivery began.
During all of this, Norway kept getting paler and though he tried to hide it; it was obvious that he was in pain. Then when the delivery began he had to leave, with Denmark quickly following. A little over an hour later, it was all over and I asked what happened to Norway. To this Finland told me that shortly after I went into labor so did Norway.
I fell asleep shortly after this, and when I woke up I was in a new room with a baby covered in a pink blanket next to me and Norway in the other bed in the room. Denmark was hovering over him, holding his and Norway's new little girl. When I saw this I asked, "Has anyone told Prussia yet?"
They all shook their heads and mumbled about them being preoccupied. To this I asked for my cell phone and upon getting it called him.
Prussia POV
The funeral was a quiet and dreary and unawesome as can be expected. Totally an unawesome way to spend the day. It was late, but none of us had had dinner yet, so we decided to go as a group. On our way there, my phone began to play its awesome ringtone.
I looked at the number and saw that it was Iceland and answered, "Hey Kiddo, still alive and talking to the awesome me I see." This earned me several glares from the people in the car and a hit to the head from Hungary.
"Prussia, get over to Copenhagen right now," I told him ignoring his last remark.
"Why, something happen?"
"Ya, Norway and I gave birth."
I was speechless at this and earned some more looks from the people around me. After a whole minute passed, I was drawn back to reality when I heard Iceland ask, "P-Prussia? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can. Probably either late tonight or tomorrow." With that I hung up and asked if they could drop me off at the airport.
"What's going on now?" Austria asked slightly annoyed at the idea of a detour.
"Well, apparently I now have an awesome kid," I said and with that opened the door since I was at my stop.
It was really late at night when I finally got to the hospital room where my kid was. When I got there, I rushed over to look at the little girl. I saw around her little wrist a bracelet that had her named as Frida Beilschmitt. How unawesome of them to name her before I got there, I thought but I did not say anything because I did not want to wake her or Norway and Denmark's kid, Kari, up.
As it was, I had to admit that it was kind of cool that the two of them had their kids on the same day. Even cooler was the fact that physically they looked so different from one another that it was almost complimentary. Where Frida had little curly tufts of Iceland's silver hair, Kari had little tufts of golden hair. When Frida opened her eyes slightly I saw that she had my ruby red eyes and Kari had Norway's deep blue eyes.
When I was done thinking about all of this, I placed Frida back with Iceland, and after kissing him said that he did a good job. I then turned to Norway and said that he "did awesome too, but not to expect a kiss."
To this Norway and Iceland rolled their eyes at me and I was promptly told to shut up so that the kids could sleep. All in all, seeing my new girl totally stopped that day from being completely unawesome.
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