All righty then! Last chapter! Unless I decide to write an epilogue (which I probably will). I apologize if this seems a tad bit rushed. Please don't flame. I'm so sorry but with school, I knew I wouldn't have any time to write this thorougly like I wanted so I just wanted to get this out now before I'm swamped with even more homework... So once again, I apologize and I hope you enjoy anyway.
Warning(s): USxUK
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia so stop asking! XD
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Chapter Eleven
Risen
His mind was floating but his body felt… heavy.
A small grunt resounded from his throat and he stirred a little, immediately feeling the soothing sensation of a hand running through his hair.
"Alfred?"
Sapphire eyes flittered open, scrutinizing the room hazily. "W-Where am I…? What happened…?" his voice was raspy from lack of use.
"You're at the hospital. You were in a coma," the voice broke between every few words.
"Arthur…?"
"Yes. I'm here," the Englishman looked as if he was about to cry but kept his smile.
"How long…?"
"Five months," Arthur replied.
Alfred's eyes drifted to Arthur's stomach which was twice as big as it was before. The American had a soft smile on his face. The baby would be here any day now. Alfred then began to sit up with Arthur helping him.
"Easy, now," the Englishman reprimanded lightly.
Once doing so, Alfred began gazing at Arthur fondly… the way the American always looked at the Briton when the former saw him. Arthur thought it was nothing and continued brushing back Alfred's hair (which had grown a bit in the last five months) until the latter clutched his wrist gently.
"What's wrong, Alfred?" Arthur wondered.
"I told you I'd return," Alfred simply said and let those words register in the Englishman's head.
It took a few moments, a few more moments than Alfred would've liked but allowed Arthur to take it all in. Arthur instantly wrapped his arms around the American's neck, sobbing what sounded like "I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
The warm tears tickled Alfred's skin as they ran down but this only made Alfred embrace Arthur tighter but still mindful of Arthur's swollen stomach.
And, for what seemed like had been an eternity, their lips met in a gentle, fervent kiss. Time stood still for the duo as they reveled in their moment of bliss and Alfred's hand rested softly on Arthur's womb and the Englishman buried his hands in Alfred's wheat colored hair.
Though they didn't want to, but were running out of breath, the two English speaking countries broke apart, staring into the other's eyes. They had waited for this moment.
"Ahem," a voice interrupted their moment.
Ludwig was standing there with Feliciano, Francis, Kiku, Antonio and Lovino and the German man raised an eyebrow.
"Are we interrupting anything?"
"Umm, yeah!" Alfred laughed jokingly.
"Oh, Ludwig, let them have their gorgeous reunion!" Francis said with passion.
"It's great to have you back, Alfred-kun," Kiku had a small smile.
"It's great to be back, guys. Thanks for taking care of me," Alfred grinned. "But wait," it then disappeared, "what about Matthew? What happened to him?"
"He's in jail. They wanted to know if you were going to press charges against him," Arthur replied, the mood dampening a little.
"Oh. I see. Tell him to plead insanity," Alfred said calmly.
"Plead insanity? But Alfred, Matthew isn't insane… is he?"
"That wasn't Matthew; you all know that. I don't want to press charges. He's my brother and I can't do that to him," Alfred answered with conviction.
This statement caused everyone to have some sort of surprised if not impressed look on their face.
"Anyway! How's our son?" Alfred quickly changed the topic.
Arthur blinked a few times but smiled and took Alfred's hand and placed it atop his stomach, "He gives me no rest- like his father."
The American felt the baby kick and took great joy in this.
"He loves the sound of your voice, Alfred. Try talking to him," Arthur urged as the American scooted forward and began talking to the large round bump.
"Hey there, little guy! This is your awesomely awesome Dad speaking! You'd better get here soon because your mom and I wanna see ya!"
Arthur rolled his eyes playfully at that but enjoyed this moment nonetheless.
Two weeks had passed since Alfred had returned from the hospital and that day the American practically began treating Arthur like a king. Though Arthur would often (mildly) refuse the pampering but enjoyed it.
A glass then slipped from Arthur's hands, shattering and sends shards of glass everywhere. His hand went to his stomach and placed the other on the counter, breathing deeply as a thin sheet of sweat began to accumulate on his head.
Hearing the noise, Alfred sprinted down the stairs, "Arthur, are you okay!"
"A-Alfred… the baby… the baby's coming!" Arthur gritted his teeth in pain as the contractions started.
Alfred froze for a minute.
The baby…
Coming…
The baby was coming!
Alfred grabbed the car keys and rushed out to the car to start it while Arthur inhaled and exhaled rhythmically to try and ease the pain and keep himself calm.
The American returned and guided the Briton to the vehicle and sped off to the hospital.
Alfred was pacing impatiently outside the operating room, Francis and the others watching him.
"I'm sure he's fine, Alfred. They're preforming a C-section. He'll be all right," Kiku broke the heavy silence although he along with the other men in the room expected this.
Alfred was going to be a father.
All fathers were uneasy at this time, especially when they couldn't be there with their loved ones. The American couldn't keep himself from worrying. They had rushed Arthur in the operating room so fast…
If anything happened to his lover or his son…
They had been in there for over two hours already…
Then, everyone went still as the sound they were waiting for could be heard.
Crying.
And it was a beautiful, strong cry at that.
Alfred stood motionless, listening to the strong sound that was the sign of life.
"Mr. Jones, you may come in now," a nurse opened the door after a few minutes of tense silence.
The American strolled in and hesitated ever so slightly. Arthur gazed at the younger man with exhausted emerald orbs and a weary smile and was holding a bundle in a blue blanket in his arms.
"It's all right, Alfred. Come and see him… he's so beautiful," Arthur insisted tenderly.
Alfred was at Arthur's side in an instant, and found himself gasping to quietly.
Arthur was right. They're son was indeed a sight to see. The baby's skin was a creamy shade and his mop of hair was a sandy blonde, nearly rivaling his father's.
Alfred softly placed his head next to Arthur's, and sighed in content, "You're right, Arthur. He's perfect. Just like you."
The infant then began to stir in his mother's arms and slowly opened his eyes, revealing the most stunning shade of teal.
The baby watched his parents curiously, finding the duo intriguing.
"Hello, little one. You decided to wake up, huh?" Arthur smiled as the infant tried understanding what was said.
Alfred gently placed his hand atop his son's head. "Hey there, son."
The baby's eyes shifted over to the voice, trying to find the source. It sounded so familiar…
"Alfred… what would you like to name him?" Arthur asked, watching his American lover.
"Why don't you name him?"
Arthur shook his head and shot Alfred an insistent look.
"All right," Alfred sighed a little, giving in. "How about Ayden?"
"Sounds perfect. Ayden it is," Arthur nodded, placing a kiss on their son's forehead.
Alfred made a vow to himself that day.
He would take care of his family.
And teach his baby bird to fly.
That's it! It's over! *is currently writing epilogue*
I hope you all enjoyed and thanks for sticking with this!
I apologize for the shortness of this chapter but you know the reason. Please forgive me and please understand. I hate this so much... school isn't being my friend right now...
Anyway, now I am asking you, my faithful readers, if I should write a sequel! Would you like that?
And if you want me to write a sequel, I need help with ideas! . Please help!
Reviews are love and are much appreciated!
I thank you all once again!
Arigatou~
And Ja Ne~!