A/N: Alrighty guys, this thing is almost over. Just about two more chapters to go. I have a few things to say though. I was reading through the comments I got and I gotta say, I love you guys! The support is awesome and it makes it worth while to write.

And the second thing, I do realize that Norway and Iceland are supposed to be brothers. I am adding that to the story. I realize that in reality this usually isn't good for the baby or there could be many things wrong. But this is also Hetalia. Not real. And their countries. So the way I am doing things is a little different. Though I also haven't added the birth scene yet so just wait and see.

Thirdly, three people in a relationship isn't very normal. I also realize that. Keep in mind, this is not meant to be realistic. I just wrote this one weekend because I felt like it, seeing as no one else had anything like it. I did not look at history for countries, or their current status or relationship with one another. I wrote this with it in mind that for the most part, their friends. I didn't write this for any other reason than for fun. And I also know that a lot of people are supporters of the group pairing DenmarkxNorwayxIceland. And that's not too common other than peoples imaginations. So I wanted to help out those fans with a little something more than just imagination.

So yeah, I love you guys, bros having babies is probably not a good thing, and DENMARK LOVES HIS ICEY AND NOR, NOR LOVES HIS ICEY AND IDIOT DANE, AND ICELAND LOVES THAT BIG LUG AND NOR! =D (I felt the need for caps there. Probably because I never thought I would EVER get to say/write that.)

So thank you all who have stuck with this and commented. I'm glad you all have enjoyed this. That is... if you have. xD Now, on to the filler chapter.


Chapter Twelve

Denmark was just helping Iceland arrange the last of the baby furniture in the once guest bedroom a little over a month later. Everything had been bought and set up. Iceland sat in one of the rocking chairs and looked at all the work that had been done.

"It looks great. Thank you Denmark." he said.

Denmark walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, admiring the room as well. "It was my pleasure."

Downstairs, the phone rang and a minute later Norway was upstairs saying that England was having his child.

They got to the hospital but weren't allowed to go and see him until he had the baby. They walked in on the moment England got to hold his son.

"You fucking brat. That bloody hurt." he breathed out, smiling at his child. He promptly passed out and France scrambled to grab his child.

He held his son close and then passed him over to Italy and Germany first. Italy cooed over him for a while before handing him over to Norway and Iceland. They all visited for a while before leaving France to learn how to hold and care for his child properly himself, England still passed out.

Later when they got home they all sat on the sofa, deciding to watch a movie. Iceland seemed a little preoccupied though.

"Is something wrong?" Norway asked.

He looked over with a small smile. "I just can't wait to have mine. I had never dreamed I was going to have a child. I guess now I'm just eager to have my little one." he admitted.