Chapter 11

Canada's POV

The honeymoon was short. We didn't want to stay far away from her Doctor for too long. It was very nice, we spent most of it on the island Cuba lent us, we occasionally went on to the mainland to go food shopping and go to restaurants and even check out places that Cuba said were hot spots of the area, but most of it was spent alone on the island. We swam in the ocean, watched the wildlife, held each other at sunset…and of course… did regular honeymoon activities…. We spend about a week and a half there before we decided to go back to stay with America.

Ukraine's pregnancy was going great and the baby seemed to be developing well, growing at a nice rate, normal heart beat, Ukraine even felt it move now and then.

Dr. Monika even said we could tell the sex of the baby, but both Kat and I decided we wanted to wait, however the anticipation was killing me.

Everyone else didn't seem so happy with about waiting either; many people debated what gender the child would me.

"I can't wait for my little nephew to be born! I'll spoil him and love him and take him to baseball games-"he said before I cut him off.

"Alfred…," I said.

"Right, right, Canadian, I'll take him to hockey games," he said. "But I will still spoil him, I'll buy him any toy he wants… and hey make I can bug you at the same time, at Christmas I'll make sure I get him only the noisiest and most annoying toys!" he laughed.

"And what if it's a girl?" I asked him.

"Don't be silly man, it is totally a boy, I can tell, it's a hero's instinct," he said with a smile.

"Right, right, the same hero's instinct that told you that England was secretly trying to kill you…" I said, deadpan.

"Hey, hey, he was, there is no other reason he would make cookies that tasted so terrible!" he shouted.

"Oh quiet down both of you, the gender of the baby is obvious, it is going to be a beautiful girl," France said.

"How are you so sure," America asked.

"Well is it not obvious, he mother is so gorgeous, it just has to be a beautiful little girl," France said simply.

"That's not how it works you twit," England grumbles.

France just laughed. "Says the one who gave birth to two beautiful twin boys, they were lucky to have such a handsome, beautiful father, they just had to come out a little boys, and with such fabulous hair," he said as he ruffled mine.

England rolled his eyes. "And why I had your children I will never know."

"Well that answer is simple, because you love me," he said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around England.

England blushed brightly and looked away. "What gives you that idea?" he said softly.

France laughed and hugged him closer. "Oh mon petite Briton, you know you love me," he covered the side of England's face that he could see in kisses, England blushed bright and smiled a little giggling and leaning into his kisses. I smiled watching them, Alfred made a grossed out noise and looked away but I could see he was happy too, to see our parents together like this, happy and in love. I wanted my marriage to be like that hundreds of years in and still madly in love.

A few weeks after we arrived home after the honeymoon, Belarus surprised Kat with a baby shower. We were coming home from one of Kat's appointment when suddenly Alfred called and we had to get home immediately. He said we had to get home immediately. It was an emergency. We rushed home, we got in the nearest cab and I paid him double to speed to get us there. We got there very quickly and I gave the cabbie a lofty tip and then ran into the house, panicking. Was there a fire, no house looked fine, were we robbed; no Alfred had the best security, was he hurt? No, no, he knew better to call an ambulance not us, right, RIGHT?! He wasn't that big of idiot, RIGHT? I grabbed Ukraine's hand and we ran into the house. The house was dark but I ran in shouting.

"Alfred, Alfred, where are you?!" I shouted.

"In here, I'm in here Mattie," he called. I ran into the dining room and we Kat flipped the lights on and we were met with hands full of confetti throw at us and everyone shouting "Surprise" all together. Ukraine had a huge smile on her face.

"What…What is all of this?" she asked.

"It's you baby shower," Belarus said from the crowd of people. She walked over and hugged her.

"W-wow, this is so amazing, thank you, thank you all," she said tearing up, her hormones kicking in. "You're all…s-so nice," she said as she went to me and cried into my chest, I pet her hair and looked at Al smiling.

"Did you do this," I asked him.

He laughed and gave me a teasingly innocent look. "What, me, no I had nothing to do with this, this was all Belarus' idea, she just convinced me to help," he said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, and I'm sure that was very hard, it was probably torture, she really had to break you huh?" I said sarcastically.

"No, no," he said. "I just negotiated with her, she wanted to use my house to surprise you and I wanted to ask her out on the date, she said yes to the date and I let her use my house, it is a win win," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes. Ukraine wiped her eyes and smiled at him. "You realize I am pregnant right," she teased. She playfully punched his arm, and by the look on Alfred's face her hormones kicked in and she hit him a little too hard, he didn't say a word though, I just laughed. "What if this whole surprise thing scared me and I could have gone in to early labor!" she yelled getting angry now. Al got scared and gave me a look; he did not like being yelled at by my wife. I let him take a few more moments of heat and then walked over to Kat and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Its fine, its fine, Love, let's just enjoy the party," I said, she smiled up at me.

"Okay," she said smiling cutely, I kissed her nose. The party was great, all the female countries of the world, as well as Finland, Poland and Russia all crowded around Ukraine, wanting to touch her belly, to coo over the baby or ask questions like "what are you going to name it, do you think it will be a girl or a boy, has Mattie showed an sign of becoming a good father, how does it feel, girlie stuff like that, all the guys however, crowded to me wanting to know what the honeymoon was like.

"Was it good?"

"Was it different because she was pregnant?"

"Was it gross?"

"How much bigger were her breasts?"

"Did it feel weird?" they all asked.

"No, no, no, you guys are all insane," America said butting in. "That's impossible, there is no way they had sex, there is a baby inside of her, what's he going to do, make another one? There is no way she would let him do that; two babies in her would be very painful.

"Mr. America, I am pretty sure that is not how it works," Japan said.

"You bloody twit, of course they can have sex, and no he cannot get her pregnant with a baby while she is already pregnant, also I doubt that would happen again anytime soon, look at how long it took for a nation to get pregnant, the last nation to get pregnant was me, hundreds of years ago when I had Sealand. Also, yes it is possible to have two babies in you at the same time, you should know, they are called twins and you are one," England said as he sipped his tea. He was sitting away from the whole crowd at his own table with France. France chuckled sipping on coffee.

Prussia turned and looked at me. "So did you two do it?" he asked.

I blushed. "That really isn't anyone's business," I said. Uproar occurred.

"C'mon, c'mon tell us, tell us," they all demanded.

I sighed. "Yes, we had sex, but that is all I will leave it," everyone complained but I ignored them. "She is my wife, I will not tell you about the details of our sex life!" There were more groans but then Prussia stepped up next to me and smiled.

"Hey, hey, we did not all come here just to find out all the tasty bits of Mattie's wife, we came here to celebrate, my man Mattie is going to be a father," everyone cheer and Prussia held up a beer. "Mattie did it! Mattie went all the way! He is going to be a father, drinks all around!"

The party continued as so, it was like a scene straight out of a 50s movie. The men celebrated and drank, joking around; the only thing missing was the cigars. We could hear just in the other room as the girls giggled a talked about babies and Kat's pregnancy glow, occasionally I would go to the kitchen to get more beer for the boys and pass by the room with all the girls. I saw Russia sitting in the corner looking utterly bored, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed the alcohol, and stopped in the doorway just long enough so he could see the bottle of Vodka I was holding, he looked around and saw that all the girls were distracted and then followed me out to the room where the rest of the men. He smiled at me thankfully, and I passed him the bottle, he sat with the rest of the men and drinking looking much more comfortable.

We partied like this for hours until Belarus decided it was time for Ukraine and the baby to rest, so she kicked everyone who was not living here out, except for Russia of course, so that Kat could get her rest. I watched as the poor, piss drunken Prussia had to ask Hungary for a ride home, which was responded with a slap across the face and her calling him various simonies of the word idiot.

All the men slowly arranged rides with the women who were to drunk off of cuteness and baby bellies to really complain about anything. When there were all gone, I walked over to Kat, cupped her face and kissed her sweetly smiling at her.

While Prussia had dragged me off into a 'let's drink all of America booze' party, I actually kind of wanted to see the baby shower. Not because I was girlie or anything, but because I wanted to be there for everything involving Kat and our baby. I looked at all the gifts that everyone had gotten us; they were all arranged into two seas of stuff, one of blue and one of pink. I smiled.

"So what do you think that baby will be?" I asked her. She smiled and looked up at me.

"I don't know," she said. "But…I have always wanted one of these," she said holding a perfectly stitched doll with long yellow hair. She picked it up and hugged it to her chest. "I never really got to be a child," she said. "But when I saw little girls playing with their Dollies I felt a bit jealous, I always said, the first thing I would get my child would be a toy for them to love and to protect them from the bad dreams. A child should always have something that makes them feel, warm happy and safe, not just parents, but something they can hold and love in their tiny little arm." She said as she looked up at me, I smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

"You are going to be a perfect mother," I told her.