280 Days

By CheshireCat2010

Disclaimer: I really don't own Hetalia. I promise…

Chapter 10:

In Which It's Time

~October 12th, 5:19 p.m.; 1 hour in labor~

After one hour, Russia, China and San Marino were already at the hospital; Ukraine was still on her way. China was hooked up to a machine that monitored both his heart rate and the baby's. His contractions were becoming more painful and closer together.

Finally, Ukraine arrived. Upon seeing China breathing hard, she whispered something into her older brother's ear. He approached China's bedside. "Yao, dance with me."

"Now is not the time, aru," China gritted through his teeth.

"It will help with the pain, da?"

China's head lifted up slowly. "Fine, aru." Russia helped China up and had him put his arms around the larger man's shoulders. Russia wrapped his arms around China's waist. They slowly started moving to a beat that only they could hear. China's breathing seemed to relax.

"Is it helping, Yao-Yao?" Russia asked, calling his husband by his pet name.

"Some," replied China. "If we weren't in a hospital, this would be a lot more romantic, aru." Russia chuckled softly.

~10:45 p.m; 6 hours in labor~

"AIYAH!" China screamed. He thought he would be able to withstand the pain; evidently, he was wrong. Very wrong. Not even slow dancing with Russia could help at this point. Even now, Russia was holding China's hand, allowing the smaller man to squeeze whenever another shot of pain arose. Ukraine had been sent out of the room to get coffee for her brother and herself; unfortunately, China was not allowed to eat anything due to the fact that he would likely have to undergo a C-section.

San Marino tried to hide a smirk. "I'm guessing it's time for an epidural?" China nodded, and with that, she left the room. Moments later, she came back with a needle and asked China to sit up. He did so, turning to the side. He grimaced as San Marino injected the medicine into his back. Within a few moments, the pain was lessening, and half an hour later, virtually gone, save for some pressure.

~October 13th, 2:02 a.m.; 10 hours in labor~

It was in the early morning hours, and surprisingly, Russia was still awake. China needed to stay awake, of course; it could be time to deliver any minute, and Ukraine had fallen asleep in the chair by the sink a while ago. They'd been talking and laughing about old times together. However, at about two in the morning, Russia suddenly fell silent.

"Ivan, aru," said China. Russia's soft, even breathing indicated that he'd fallen asleep. China tugged on his arm. Russia jolted awake. "Eh? It is time, Yao-Yao?"

"No, but you did forget something, aru."

Russia's eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember what he could have forgotten. His eyes brightened as he remembered. He leaned over and kissed the older man whispering "I love you" as their lips parted, then leaned back into his chair and fell back asleep.

China smiled and closed his eyes, trying to relax while staying awake. "Sweet dreams, aru."

~7:00 a.m; 15 hours in labor~

At seven on the dot, San Marino came in to do another exam. When she said that China was still not fully dilated, he groaned. "You mean I have to endure more of this, aru?"

~10:45 a.m; 18 hours in labor~

Other nations started arriving at the hospital. Canada came in first. At first, Russia greeted him as America, but after explaining that he was indeed not America and that Prussia would not be coming (he was home nursing a hangover), Russia seemed to relax. Then, America came in for real- with a blue balloon.

"Um, America, you do know that Russia and China are having a girl, right?" Canada asked.

"Yeah, they ran out of 'it's a girl' where I was, but don't worry, I fixed it!" He then brought the balloon down to China's eye level, revealing that he has 'altered' the balloon with a Sharpie so that it now read 'It's NOT a boy!'

"See? I'm the hero after all!"

"America?"

"Yeah, China?"

"GET OUT, ARU!"

~1:30 p.m; 21 hours in labor~

In the meantime, many more nations showed up, some bringing gifts. Among them were a stuffed unicorn from England, a baby monitor from Japan, and an entire box of little dresses from Poland.

A few more people also joined America in what he later called "the kicked-out crew". France and England were first for getting into another argument (China was quick to point out that it was neither the right time or place). Korea quickly followed for attempting to claim Japan's breasts…again.

After about 20 minutes with a room full of nations, a familiar purple aura gathered around Russia, causing Latvia to faint and everyone else to leave.

~8:43 p.m.; 29 hours in labor~

"Why is this taking so long, aru?" China complained. He was tired, hungry, had been being poked and prodded every few hours, and the latest epidural had worn off, so now he was in pain again. San Marino had been gone for 45 minutes to get the latest test results.

"It's just going to say that she's still not ready, aru. I want her out of me!"

All Russia could say was that she would be here soon. Not a lot could comfort China at this point.

San Marino came back . "I have some good news."

"Please tell me that she's ready, aru…"

"Well, actually, what we're about to do is start getting you ready for a C-section, seeing as I don't think there is a way for you to give birth naturally. You will be awake-" she saw China cringe- "but you'll be completely numb the whole time."

~11:45 p.m; 32 hours in labor~

China was completely numb and the doctors wheeled him into the delivery room. Russia was right by his side, running to keep up with the stretcher. A pair of double doors opened and they had finally arrived. All China could see was a bright light above him. They put a blue sheet just under his shoulders so he wouldn't see the actual operation take place.

Suddenly, San Marino's face appeared. "Are you okay?" China nodded weakly. Her face disappeared and Russia's quickly replaced it.

"Finally, da?"

China didn't respond. He was trying to stay calm. "Have they cut me open yet, aru?"

"No, they are rubbing this orange stuff on you."

"It's disinfectant," said San Marino.

Russia turned away. "I can't look." He took China's hand once again.

"I can't feel your hand, aru."

"Just look at me, da?" They stared into each other's eyes for a short while. Russia glanced at the clock behind him. "It's after midnight, Yao-Yao." China simply groaned. He thought he could vaguely feel some pulling in the lower half of his body. After a few minutes, they heard a sharp cry. China's face immediately lit up. His and Russia's little girl was here at last.

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Lin Anastasiya Braginski-Wang

Born October 14 at 12:07 a.m.

2.40 kg (5 lb, 3 oz)

Black hair, violet eyes

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A/N: I know that chapter is a little sub-par…you try writing at 2 in the morning…ugh.

Please don't hate me.