Aki: Okay, I probably would've had this out sooner, but a few things got in the way. They were:

1- I got the second season of APH English dub(& the second one only because it came with a free Allies bandana), and have watched it several times, throughly annoying the crap outta my family members.

2- I have been playing Persona 3 ALOT, and I'm not even close to finishing that.

3- I'm also looking for work, cuz I need money to do cool things, like buy more APH stuff, and go to Cons and junk.

And those are my reasons. I hope you like this chapter, it features NY. And I really hope you like him!

But first, a quick recap:

Russia had America sign something, she said yes, Iggy doesn't know(yet), and everyone else does know. Read on~!


Chapter 12:

"Make it stooooop~." America whined as she buried her head under the pillow closest to her, before curling into the warmth next to her. "Ivan~." She whined again.

"Что? Я не знаю…*" Then he yawned. "... что?" He heard a ringing, and he briefly wondered if he was hit in the head because Amelia found out what he made her sigh the previous night. But then he realized that he wasn't in any pain and that Amelia had a vice grip on his arm that was sure to leave a bruise. He blinked and heard the ringing again. Amelia groaned again and tightened her grip enough to make him wince, as he looked at the alarm clock on her side of the bed.

3:27. AM. As in, no sun in the sky that he could see. As in, he shouldn't be awake right now, because he had to get Amelia up in 5 hours or so to eat a breakfast that he had to make.

'What kind of ебля идиот calls at 3:27 in the morning?' he thought as he looked down at Amelia. Here was a dilemma. Try and pry her off, which was a huge hassle since when she was asleep, she acted like a child that would not give their mother their favorite blanket to be washed. OR! Let the phone ring. He could easily ignore it, but would Amelia?

"GODDAMMIT!" She screamed, bolting upright and letting him go. Leaning over to reach the phone on her night stand, she grabbed the whole phone and yanked hard enough to pull the cord out of the wall. After that she let herself fall back onto her pillow and grabbed his arm again. It was only a few seconds before he heard her soft snores pepper the air once more. While that wasn't the only phone in the house, that was the only one on the second floor. He could almost hear the others one the third floor where her study was located, and the ones in the kitchen and the living room. But it didn't seem like Amelia could, so he would just ignore it and go back to sleep for now, thinking 'Hmmm...what should I make for breakfast today?'


"Why the hell won't it stop?" Amelia screamed as she walked down the stairs. She had been hearing the sound of the phones in her house ringing since she woke up half an hour ago. Storming into the living room and ripped the receiver off the cradle and said "What?"

"Jesus, what the hell?"

"Nathanial?" She asked, and in a second she felt Russia looking at her. She glared at him over her shoulder, and made him take two steps away from her.

"Yes, it's me, have you seen the paper today?"

"Which one, you have like, five for no reason."

"Any of them. There's a picture of you on the front cover, and either you gained a shitload of weight, or you got knocked up again." He said calmly, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"WHAT?" She screamed back.

"It's not only here either, it's all over. Hell, even Allie got front page pics of you, and she lives out in the middle of fucking nowhere." He said. "I'm on my way over now, so I can help you move to The Cabin. Hang tight." Then she heard a click, followed by a dial tone signaling the end of the call. She put the receiver back down, but it immediately started ringing again. Picking it up, she didn't even get a chance to answer before Spain was speaking Spanish too quickly for her to understand.

"Spain- calm- would you- España, callar y hablar más lento, así que en realidad te entiendo, imbécil*!" She said at last and he finally shut up. "Take a deep breath and talk-."

"Does England know? Is he the father? If he isn't, he won't come and attack me, will he?"

"What? No!" She replied.

"Oh, that's great." The line was silent and then she heard, "Congrats, by the way."

"Goodbye, Spain." She said hanging up the phone.

"Why did Spain call?"

"He thought-."

Ring went the phone. "I could get it for you." Russia offered with a smile.

She snorted. "Yeah, no. Just let it keep ringing. We have to pack, like right now."

"Pack? For what?" He asked with a frown as she walked past him.

"Because, Na-…" She had lifted her hand to wave off his question, when she noticed something. "There's another ring on my finger…" She said, bringing it closer to her face to look at it. "Is that- It is!" She turned to look at him. "A wedding band? A fucking wedding band Ivan?" She screamed.

"Da, and you said yes." He said with a smile and a blush on his pale cheeks.

"Yes to what?"

"To marry me~. And to be one with me, of course." He said.

She scowled, and growled out "I did no such thing."

"Da, you did. And you signed this." He said taking a document of some kind out of his coat. "See? There, it says 'Amelia F. Jones.' It is proof." She snatched it out of his hand and started to read it, while he made a clicking sound with his mouth. His eyebrows were furrowed, but it was obvious that he was trying not to smile. "That was rude Amelia. You shouldn't do that to your husband." By the end of the sentence, he was grinning broadly, and let out a little giggle full of happiness.

"This…this is…"

"A unification pact!" He said, no longer able to keep his happiness bottled up. "And even though we don't have a similar government, it still works out, because we are now allies, as well as joined together, and that's all that matters~."

"No it can't! My boss- And I can break it or something!"

"Da, it can, because I already sent express copies to both our bosses, AND that is a legal binding document that, if broken, just might result in World War III, in the worst case scenario." He took a step toward her and used his hands to lift her face to look up at him, giving her a sad smile. "And I would not like to fight my wife and mother of my future children. It would cause me great pain, Amelia."

"But- You- And I- YOU!" She screamed, tearing his hands from her face. She opened her mouth to say something, when Tony chose that moment to walk in with a young man of about 16-18 years, who was a head taller than Amelia, but half a head shorter that himself. He had the same blue eyes as Amelia, but his dark blond locks were cut short and spiked in every direction. Perched on his forehead was a pair of expensive looking sunglasses, and he was wearing a plain baby blue polo shirt and black jeans. Blue Chuck Taylors were on his feet, and a bored expression was worn on his face.

"Jeez, did you get big." He said looking at her stomach. Ivan frowned and opened his mouth to say something, when a blue and white vase sailed past his head and smashed the wall behind the youth's head. "Nice to see you too, Mom." He replied as he, Tony, and Russia watched her walk into the kitchen. T hat was followed by the sound of plates crashing on the floor and pots and pans being thrown across the kitchen and into the wall. "This could be awhile." He said going to have a seat on the couch, as the crashes were accompanied be a slew of very colorful words, in several languages. "I'm Nathanial A. Jones, by the way. Better known as New York. Nice to meet you…Russia, right?"

"Da…" Ivan said slowly, not exactly sure what to make of him. "How did you get in?"

"Tony had to beam me in." he said sitting in upside down on the couch. He clicked on the TV so that it was on a cartoon channel. "There's a shit load of press parked outside, waiting for Mom to make an appearance, or something. The only reason they haven't stormed the front door yet is because Mom gets very- cranky? ...Yeah, cranky is a pretty good word- when they do that. Anyway," he said looking back at the larger male. "Let's talk, so I can warn you about the others."


"Alright, you know what we have to do!" France said to his two companions. After making a slew of calls, and explaining almost everything to Prussia with the help of Spain, he decided that he and Spain should go to England to prevent him from finding out for as long as possible. Prussia had invited himself, and the three of them were currently in front of the short nations abode.

"Right!" Spain and Prussia responded.

"Then let's move out, rapidement maintenant*!" He said pointing to England's door.

None of them moved.

"France, you have the most experience with a pissed off England, why don't you go first?" Spain asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, and pushing it gently.

"Qu'est-ce? Comment pouvez-vous dire que*, you have just as much experience as I do!" France replied with a frown on his face.

They both turned to Prussia, who quickly said, "Hell no! I've seen him pissed off when I helped the little twerp fight for her independence! It's not my fault he blows a gasket every time she gets herself preg- MMRPH!"

"Shh Gilbert, do you want us all to die?" Spain whispered in his ear, his hand clamped down over Prussia's mouth.

"We can do this one of two ways." France held up two fingers. "Break it to him gently, or don't tell him at all."

"I vote number 2." Spain said quickly, letting go of Gilbert.

"As do I." France said.

"Don't I get a bote?"

"Non. You weren't even invited." France told him, walking up to the door. He gave it three quick knocks and waited a few seconds before the door flew open. Opening his mouth in greeting, he instead got a mouthful of fist that knocked him back on his behind.

"You had something to do with this, didn't you?" England asked quietly as he held up a page of the newspaper that showed America leaving a building. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off her large stomach and a peasant skirt that billowed around her ankles, her figure facing the camera and the picture getting most of her face.

"N-no, I didn't, I swear!" France said quickly holding his hands up in surrender as England stepped out of his house and slowly advanced on him.

"E-England, France is-."

"Was it you then?" He said whirling on Spain, and grabbing him. "How many times have I told the both of you not to touch her?"

"W-we di-!" France was cut off when the smaller man made his way over to him with Spain still in hand and grabbed his collar, yanking him down to his level.

"If I find out that either of you had anything to do with her, you'll know what'll happen. Understood?"

"O-oui!" France squeaked, while Spain could only nod his head. England pushed both of them back and walked over to his car. Not sparing Prussia a second glance, he slipped in and started it, quickly driving off to the nearest airport.


"Feel better?" Russia asked as he peeked his head around the door to look at America. It had been quiet for ten whole minutes, after a crash that sounded like a window breaking. He had decided to check on her when Nathanial went to take a call. She was sitting at the table with her hands resting on her stomach, on cut and bleeding, the other just fine and blankly staring at the opposite wall. There were broken dishes and glass all over the floor as well as broken window glass that crunched under his feet as he walked over to her. She blinked and looked up at him, then at the state of her kitchen and blinked some more. Then tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she sniffed loudly. She held out her injured hand and sniffed again, looking up at him.

"Shh, it's okay." He murmured taking a dishtowel and pressing it gently to her hand. She took her other hand and scrubbed at her eyes, but the tears kept flowing. He pulled her up and lead her to the ground floor bathroom, saying "Come, we have to disinfect it."

They sat in silence as he got the first aide-kit, and got the things he needed.

"Don't use that stuff, it stings."America's voice wobbled when she saw the bottle of alcohol in his hands. "Use the stuff in the brown bottle. It's not as bad."

"You are sure?"

She snorted. "You get a kid with a cut, they'll choose peroxide over alcohol any day."

"That is useful information; I shall remember it in the future." He said. There was an awkward moment of silence, before Russia opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the Nathanial yelling "The asshole is on the phone, Mom!"

"Shit." She said softly pushing Russia away from her and leaving the bathroom.

"The asshole?" Russia asked following her.

"That's what he and his brothers call England."


Aki: Well, you saw the tip of Iggy's iceberg. Hopefully I can do him justice in the next chapter. If not, you have the option of leaving this fic forever. but you wouldn't would you? Right? *Gives you ultra cute puppy dog eyes*

Also, like almost all of you said she signed a marriage license. I guess if you want to get technical, it was a type of marriage license to unify two countries. ThePoisonousTiger and several others pointed out that if it was a regular marriage license, they would need a lot of paper work. So I picked the next best thing X3 Don't worry, you all still get brownies, cuz you still reviewed. Plus there's still the second thing he had her sign that I didn't talk about in this chapter.

Translations:

Что? Я не знаю…Что- What? I don't...Что?

ебля идиот- Fucking idiot

España, callar y hablar más lento, así que en realidad te entiendo, imbécil- Spain, shut up and speak slow so I can understand you asshole

rapidement maintenant- Quickly now

Qu'est-ce? Comment pouvez-vous dire que- What how can you say that,

Thats all I got for now, hopefully my muse won't give up on me. Of course, it always comes back when I get lovely reviews from the wonderful people that read this *This means you*

Well, I'm gonna go to sleep. Night night Everyone :3