Hey guys! Thanks so much for voting in your reviews. I tried to decide, but I just couldn't so….my final decision ended up being
BOTH! YES YOU HEARD RIGHT! NORWAY WILL BE HAVING BOTH A BOY AND A GIRL! HA HA! So yeah I was thinking one would be older because I like the idea of one kind of guiding the other through life.
So! I need baby names people! Also who do you think should be older? Think about this as you read please! And review at the bottom k? Thanks!
Enjoy!
PS. I do not own Hetalia (duh)
Norway pov
I was in the kitchen washing the dishes like usual. I yawned again but did not stop working. I had been tired all day it seems and in a lazy mood. I had to ignore both of the two obvious pregnancy symptoms due to all the work that needed to be done, but even then I couldn't avoid the lingering nausea that was constantly keeping me on edge.
I heard the lock of the front door click open and glanced up at an exhausted looking Denmark walk in. he half groaned half sighed as he took off his jacket and shoes.
"Rough day?" I almost stated but found there were still remains of a question lurking in my tone.
"Tell me about it." he grumbled as he tossed his boot unceremonially next to its other. "My boss keeps lecturing me on how much I suck at being a nation I mean come on give a guy a break! I've been doing paperwork all day and I had to deal with that ass of a co-worker Jason. God I hate him! Why does he always have to be such a jerk? He's constantly correcting me and pointing out everything that I do wrong. He's not trying to be helpful about it either!" he ranted as he walked over to me.
I just glanced at him when he leaned on the counter with his elbow. "Sorry I must be talking your ear off." He said tilting his head slightly.
I just wiped my hands on the dish towel and turned by body a full 180 to face him. "No you're not. I like hearing about your day, even when it's bad" I concluded with a small smile
Denmark smiled back and leaned in to kiss my cheek. Usually I would push him away, but I didn't only because he had a bad day. That was the only reason. I swear.
Then to my definite surprise Denmark lowered his head and placed a small kiss on my stomach which was now a little bump.
This time I did push him away. I made a little noise of discomfort and stepped back with my hands still on his shoulders.
Denmark didn't seem fazed though. Naturally I thought with a slight roll of my eyes. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked, monotone as usual.
"Whatever you want is fine with me" he said casually walking over to the fridge.
I strode over to him and peered inside the cold refrigerator only to find nothing to satisfy my taste buds. "Denmark" I said kind of shyly.
"Mhmm?" he answered plucking leftovers of one of the shelves. "I hate to do this to you, but…do you think you could...um…go to the store?" I asked in a small voice, not something I commonly did.
He sighed and closed the door before answering me "what do you want this time?"
"Well…I'd really like some chocolate cake! Ooh and some chicken Alfredo maybe vanilla ice cream and peanut butter!" I exclaimed a little too excited.
He chuckled a little and said "why don't you come to? That way you can pick out exactly what you want."
"I can't" I said simply. "Why not" he questioned. "I can't risk anyone seeing me!" I protested as I plucked the leftovers off the island. "Plus I have to heat this up for you"
He sighed "Norge you're not even that big and I want company."
I stood there for a while at loss for another reason as to why I couldn't go. He raised his eyebrows expectedly at me.
I sighed in defeat muttering a quick "fine"
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The car ride was mainly silent beside the little conversations that only lasted about a minute each.
Denmark pulled into the parking lot that was now practically empty. Denmark slowed the car and pulled into an open spot. Despite everything he was actually a pretty safe driver.
I unbuckled my seatbelt as Denmark got out and walked around the front to open my door. A cold gust of wind blew in and burst into my face the second the door opened.
Suddenly a wave of sleep tried to overtake me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the headrest.
"Norge?" Denmark asked crouching down beside the car so he was at my level. "You ok?"
At first I didn't want to answer but figured that would just make him more nervous so I responded "can I just stay here I'm really tired"
The Dane beside me smiled half heartedly before speaking "fatigue. It's the most common symptom at two months along" he stated
I slid one eye open to peer at him "how did you know that?" I asked him curiously
"I read it online" he said back "now, I can't just leave you out here so it looks like I'll just have to carry you!" he said happily
My eyes shot open "you know I have a sudden burst of energy, let's go" I said quickly.
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As we shopped around a thought popped into my head. "We should probably pick something up for the party while we're here" I mumbled walking abnormally closer to Denmark. I just didn't want people to see my baby bump.
"Party? What party?" Denmark asked as he looked over the cereal. "I didn't tell you? Sweden and Finland are throwing a birthday party Sealand" I said casually slipping a box of whole grain cheerios into the carriage.
"Little peter? Too bad we have to miss it." He said. Then he picked up the box I recently put in the carriage "um...ew? Since when do you eat cereal?"
"Since now. And this is healthy for the baby. And why can't we go to the party?" I asked all at once.
"Um hello Norge your pregnant I don't think you want to go to a party with all the people you are trying to hide that fact from." He said blandly throwing a bag of chips in the carriage.
"You said I wasn't that big!" I exclaimed in a whisper slightly struggling to keep up with him.
"You aren't" he quickly reassured me "it's just that you see them all the time, don't you think they would notice?"
"Oh yeah I suppose you're right" I mumbled in realization a little upset. I tried not to show it but apparently I did because Denmark responded almost immediately
"We could get you a maternity wardrobe!" he said energetically
"Denmark maternity clothes are for women" I muttered trying to regain my usual deadpanned expression.
"Oh come on Norge, you look like a girl, act like a girl, wear hair clips and your pregnant all that's missing is a dress" he said laughing
My face got hot and it was obvious I was blushing. "I do not look like a girl and if the hair clips is just to keep the hair out of my eyes." I moped
He sighed then smirked "I'm sure we can find you something that doesn't make you look more like a girl" he said optimistically
I angrily followed him to the register where he paid for our groceries.
After unloading the groceries (well Denmark unloaded them at least. Apparently I'm not allowed to lift heavy objects even though groceries aren't even heavy. Denmark was defiantly being protective, but I didn't mind. A lot) we sat in the car.
"So? Do you wanna go shopping?" Denmark asked me enthusiastically.
I sighed. Might as well get this over with I thought. "Why not" I muttered. "Yaay!" Denmark rejoiced as he started up the car.
And then we were off
Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!
Anyway I still need baby names for both boys and girls.
Also who do you think should be older, the boy or the girl? I'm leaning toward an older brother but I want to know what you think!
Another thing! Do you want me to write the shopping scene or should I skip over it and move onto the party? I would really appreciate it!
And of course as usual tell me what you think! Do you like where the story is heading? Do you want an update or should I stop while I'm ahead?
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