Hey guys! Anyway if you guys are in the mood for a sexier fic try out my new one! It's called turn up the heat. It's about Denmark and Norway of course and a bet they make about that can be sexier. It's a lot steamier than this or at least it will be. Anyway if you like that kind of stuff check it out ok? I don't own Hetalia! Enjoy!

Norway pov

Three months

It's been three months now and it was defiantly showing.

I sighed deeply and browed my closet for an outfit to wear to the party today. Sadly I had to wear maternity clothes to cover my expanding stomach. It wasn't that bad but if I wore my usual navy blue sailor outfit people would defiantly notice.

I decided on dark blue Capri's with the little slits on the sides. They were a deep blue color that was just a tad darker than my eyes. I paired it with a loose fitting quarter-length sleeve (sigh) blouse. It was a nice periwinkle color. It had little strings at the end of each sleeve tied in miniature bows as well at two strings on the back that held the tops of the fabric together.

Yes…it was most defiantly woman's clothing.

I prayed people wouldn't notice but it was a slim chance.

Sighing I looked myself over in the full length mirror on the closet door, clutching my bunny to my chest for comfort.

I sank down to floor as a wave or cramps overtook me. Usually I would just breathe at these times and try to keep my composure. I mean cramps didn't really hurt all that much. Even so tears welled up in my eyes and instantly spilled over.

It wasn't so much that I was in pain but just the fact that all of this was just too overwhelming. I suppose I could handle being pregnant but I never planed this so I feel like I'm being forced into it. What if I'm not a good parent? What about Denmark? He seems supportive now but what about in the future?

The tears kept flowing with no sign of end. I unwillingly let a sob slip from my lips. I crawled over to the bed and leaned back against it balling now.

What if the baby isn't healthy?

What if it doesn't like me?

What if I'm not a suitable parent?

What will happen to the baby if I lose my job?

Do I even have enough money now to support him?

I hadn't realized that I was sobbing quite loudly until Denmark was holding me in his arms trying to comfort me.

"Norge! What's wrong?" he asked me, worry all over his face. I tried to speak but my mouth couldn't seem to form words. Instead I just leaned into his embrace and hugged him back.

Stupid hormones.

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"Den can you tie this?" I asked Denmark casually pointing to the limp strings dangling on the back of my shirt.

"Sure!" he said happily walking over and picking up the strings in his long fingers. Denmark had agreed to dress a little different as well so I didn't stick out so much. He called it dressing down for the occasion.

He had on black jeans and a red tee shirt that had the Danish flag on it. It was simple but it suits him. He looked relaxed, and comfortable. Not that he didn't in his other clothes.

"There" he said placing a little butterfly kiss on my exposed neck. I blushed and shrugged him off.

He just smirked and walked over to the door where we kept our shoes. He slipped on his red sneakers and I put on my low rise black all stars.

Then we were out the door.

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"Hey guys thanks for coming!" Finland exclaimed when he opened the door. I let a small smile spread across my face. Finland always made you happy, no matter what he was always a mood lifter. Maybe that's why Sweden loves him so much.

We were ushered in by the smiling fin that didn't seem to care so much about our unusual attire. Sweden, on the other hand, did make a comment.

"Wh't are you g'ys we'ring?" he asked in his thick accent. "Just decided to dress down!" Denmark quickly answered. Sweden didn't press further and continued to lead us up the stairs.

I was walking across the carpeted area when I felt a hand on the crook of my elbow, holding me back. I turned toward it slowly to see Finland standing there with a skeptical look on his face.

"What?" I asked him a tad worried as to what he might say. "What is that?" he asked innocently shifting his gaze to my hand.

I hesitantly lifted my hand and looked to where his gentle eyes were resting.

Damn it.

The ring.

"o-oh this? I-its n-nothing..." I stuttered nervously trying to take my arm out of his grip. He grinned knowingly and responded "it doesn't look like nothing".

I fidgeted uncomfortably as he swiftly picked up my left hand and examined the ring. Damn I wish I had taken it off!

"This is so pretty! Finland squealed loudly. I shrunk back from his outburst and blushed. "Denmark got you this didn't he?" he asked excitedly

"m-maybe." I muttered trying to take my hand back. Again I failed. "Norway this is a diamond engagement ring!" he said jumping up and down.

"I k-know" I mumbled looking at my feet. "Oh my god Norway! You're engaged!" he yelled will joy pulling me in for an unwanted hug.

I tried my best to squirm away but somehow Finland had gained this super strength and fully wrapped himself around me.

Suddenly I heard a little gasp. It wasn't mine, I was sure of it. It came from Finland.

He pulled back from the embrace immediately and fixed his eyes on my stomach. I quickly folded my arms over it and tried to cover it as much as possible, but it was too late. He already knew.

Hey guys sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I was going to go on but this cliffhanger was just too tempting not to leave off on.

Anyway tell me what you thought of the chapter please!

Also I have selected a name for the boy so all I need now is a name for the girl. I like the name Freya and all of its variations, but it doesn't fit the girls personality so please if you have any ideas let me know!

Ok I guess that's it. stay tuned for an update!

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