Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
"I'm ACT-TING!"
My boyfriend's puppy said- " a2wq" somehow.
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It's been a few days since Belarus came over. Over those days, Germany finally decided to just go and see if America really was pregnant. He lightly stepped on the brake until the car made a full stop.
"We're here..." He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared at the house.
"Finally!" Prussia yelled and practically jumped out of the car and to the front door. He knocked on it multiple times before looking behind him. "Are you coming, Germany?"
Germany sighed and got out of the car. He stopped walking when the door opened.
"Oh, hello." Estonia greeted. "I'm afraid that Russia is asleep right now, seeing that it's still early in the mor-"
"We're here to get America." Estonia stared at the albino nation for a minute.
"Oh! You must be Germany's brother, Prussia, and good timing, too. We were just about to wake Russia up, but he's still asleep, so you can sneak America out..." He opened the door so the entrance was wider. "Come inside. I'll show you where he is..." Estonia led them through the living room and down to the basement. He knocked on a door leading to the room America was hiding in. "America?"
"Y-Yeah..?" America answered with a groan.
"Germany's here." America's eyes widen.
"Let us in, America." Germany demanded.
On the other side of the door, America groaned in pain as he stood up and walked over to the door. He didn't think much about the pain in his lower stomach, figuring that it was normal because he was pregnant. He put the key in place to unlock the door before shakingly opening it.
"Mein Gott, Amerika..."* Germany took America by the hand. "You look terrible..."
"I feel horrible..." America's legs almost gave in, and he would've fallen if Germany didn't help him stay standing. Germany's hand forced its way into America's shirt and on his stomach.
"You are pregnant!" He gasped, almost not believing it. "If it is mine, than I will have to take care of it with you..."
"I'll help, as the uncle, of course!" Prussia chimed in, grabbing America's other arm. All three men helped him up the stairs.
Unfortunately for him, however, Russia woke up on his own. His movements woke Belarus up as well. He looked around the room, confused.
"What's wrong, big brother?"
"Someone would normally wake me up by now for breakfast..." Russia shrugged, seeing no reason to ponder over it and put on his favorite jacket. He has been sleeping in sweat pants and a t-shirt lately, because of Belarus' insistance on sleeping with him in the same bed. He sighed and stared at the clock, wondering why someone hasn't come up yet.
But then he heard a blood-curdling scream, and both Russia and Belarus darted out of the room and down the stairs where they heard- "Oh mein Gott! You're bleeding!"
As soon as America got out of the basement and into the living room, he was in so much pain that he vomited on himself- because he was being held up. The pain became too much and he screamed when he had the chance.
"What is going on?" America gasped when he heard Russia's voice. Russia stopped running down the stairs when he saw blood running down America's thighs and staining his wooden floor.
Germany grabbed America and carried him bridal-style. "Hospital- we need to get you to a hospital!"
"I can take you to the closest one!" Estonia offered without a second thought.
Russia snapped out of his focus on America and realized what they were going to do. "Don't take him! He is MINE, Germany! If you take him, I'll get him back! Even if it means going to war with you, and trust me, you would lose in your condition!"
Germany completely ignored Russia and continued running towards the front door. Russia started running back down the stairs, but was pulled back by Belarus.
"What are you doing, Belarus?" He screamed at his little sister.
"If he leaves, than there's only three left to get rid of! I'm doing this for our future, big brother! Also, he really needs to go to the hospital, rather Germany takes America with him or not..." Russia's eyes widen and he looked back to America.
He growled. "Where are you going, Estonia?" Estonia stopped at the door.
"If anything happens to him, then you won't beable to use him for anything, anyway. I'm going to drive them to the nearest hospital." Russia gripped on the railing by the stairs, knowing that he was right.
"Just... Bring him back... I won't kill the child, so long Germany promises to take it once it's born."
Germany nodded. "Of course."
America screamed in pain again. He started getting light-headed from the blood loss as he was ran outside and stuffed in the back seat. Germany ran to the other side of the car to sit with America's head on his lap.
"Ah- y-your seats..." America stuttered. The front doors slammed shut when Prussia and Estonia got into the car as well.
"Don't worry about them."
Estonia turned the key to start up the car. He backed up, out of the drive-way.
"It hurts so much..." America growled. "Make it stop..."
"We're going to the hospital right now..." He touched America's stomach and pressed down slightly. America screamed in pain again, so he pulled his hand back. "I'm sorry!"
"A-Am I going t-to die..?" America breathed heavily.
Germany looked out the window. "No, I don't think so... You're still America, after all."
"Thank God..." He whispered before finally passing out from the pain.
America would wake up on and off, his mind screaming at him to keep awake and
find out what's wrong, though his body was too tired to stay awake. The last thing he saw was a doctor speaking in quick Russian before a mask was tied over his face. America was quickly forced asleep by a gas.
"You're lucky that I'm working today. I'm the one who gave Alfred the ultrasound, so you don't have to explain that part to me." He quickly set up the ultrasound machine with some help from other nurses and doctors. "You three should leave now."
Estonia nodded and dragged Germany and Prussia out of the room.
"So, what did he say?" Prussia asked.
"He said something about giving Alfred something and that we should leave..." Germany answered. His knowledge of Russian was basic so far.
"He gave Alfred the ultrasound, so he already knows that he's pregnant." Estonia finished for the German. All they could do was sit and wait. They sat around for a while before one of the doctors came into the room with a change of scrubs. Germany stood up and stared at the female doctor, waiting for an answer.
"I... I'm sorry..." Germany's eyes widen.
"I-Is Alfred okay?" Estonia asked hesistantly. The nurse nodded.
She grabbed her left arm with the opposite hand. "Yes... But, the fetus, however..." Estonia looked away.
"I understand..." He placed a hand on Germany's shoulder. "I'm so sorry that we couldn't help him out, better... We tried our best, but-"
"Nein..."* Germany interrupted clenching his teeth and curling his fingers into a pair of fists. "Where is he?"
"He's in the same room, but I don-" Germany ignored her and rushed past her and into the room where America was just waking up.
"Sir, you're not supposed to be in here!" Germany pushed past the doctor to see America. He lifted the other's hospital gown slightly to place his hand on America's stomach again. America gasped in pain.
"Don't touch him!" One of the doctors swatted his hand away. "We just closed him up!"
"Closed him..." Germany repeated to himself, trying to translate. "What do you mean?"
"We had to... We had to remove the fetus... I'm sorry, sir..."
"Was?* You had to... What?" Germany stared at him in confusion.
"I'll get the guy with glasses..." One of the other doctors spoke up. "He seems to be the most fluent in Russian, out of the three."
"Actually, take him to room... That's where the patient will be." The seconnd doctor nodded before leaving. Several other doctors helped America stand up and walk to a wheel-chair, before being pushed out of the room. "Follow them, German."
Germany nodded his head and followed closely. America turned his head lethargically towards the German man. "What's going on..?"
Germany took a second to think. "...I'm not so sure my self..."
Once in the room, America had help once again with getting up and walking towards the bed. Germany took a seat next to the bed. He was nervous. He already pretty much knew the answer, but he couldn't understand everything that was spoken in Russian, so he tried to deny what he knew of the answer.
Estonia came into the room finally, with Prussia. His head hung low. "Alfred..." He started. America turned his head towards him. "I'm not sure why you were bleeding so much, but... He or she died."
"What?" Prussia snapped, seeing how this was the first time haering any news like this. Germany buried his face in his hands. America tilted his head.
"He or she..?" The sleeping gas was still in some effect, making America's mind slightly clouded over. Germany grabbed him by the shoulder.
"He means our baby..." He said in a muffled voice, one hand still covering his face. "It didn't survive..."
America's eyes widen. "Wh..." He turned back to look at his covered knees. "N-No..." He buried his hands into his hair. "No... No... No..." He shook his head slowly. "No... It's okay... It wasn't like I wanted a child from a person who raped me... I mean, it would be half villain, anyway, so..." He covered his eyes to hide his tears.
Prussia walked over to the bed to sit down on it. "Is it okay if I were to sit here?" He asked quietly.
America ignored the Prussian. "Wh-What did I do to deserve any of this?" America heaved in. "It's not enough that I was raped? I also had to lose my little hero or heroine on top of it?" He screamed until he ran out of air in his lungs. "I don't want to stay in Russia, or Germany! I don't!" He had trouble inhaling, making choking noises.
Prussia's eyes widen slightly as an idea came to him. "...I'll be right back." Prussia stood up and left the room.
"I'll call a plane to take me home..." America said all of a sudden.
"With what money?" Germany asked.
America hid his face in his hands. "God... I can't... Russia would just sell my body out again, but England and France are still having problems... And um... My brother... I'm not even sure how he's doing... I never talk to him anymore..."
"Um..." Estonia brought his hand up to his chin. "...What about Turkey?"
"What about him?" Germany asked in confusion.
"I'm not sure exactly, but America asked for Turkey if you didn't come and if England or France couldn't get him... But, I don't think... I mean, Russia would just go to war with him... I don't think he would even think about selling America out again though, after all that has happened with your chil-"
"Guess what?" Prussia interrupted, entering the room again. "We need to go- now. I just called France, and he said that he'll pick America up if I snagged him."
America looked at the albino nation. "How good are you doing, financially?"
Prussia looked away. "D-Don't worry about that... You're about to get rescused by the most awesome nation ever!"
America looked down. "...I don't want any body to get hurt just for me..." He curled up into himself. "I don't know what to do... It almost seems like the best for me would be going to Turkey..." He stared at the ceiling. "...And I barely even know Turkey!" He looked out the window again. "...I'll just... Go back to Russia..."
"Nein!" Germany yelled. "At least, if you were to stay with me, than you will be treated better than if you were to stay in Russia."
America closed his eyes. "Can you... Afford that?"
"Germany..." Germany turned his neck to looked at his older brother. "You're going to France after this anyway, right?"
"By force..." Germany growled.
"Well, if you were to bring America with you, then there's a chance that he'll lower, or even stop forcing labor on you..." Prussia suggested. "I mean, it's worth a try, isn't it?"
"Then that's settles it..." Germany stood up. "I'm taking America with me." He lifted the American up from the bed bridal-style.
"Uh- wait a second! What about Russia? A-And how is Estonia's gonna make it home?"
"I can walk back. Don't worry about me. We're all just worried about you right now."
"Speaking of which, I just had stitches! I shouldn't be moving around so much!" America panicked, afraid of the stitches opening.
"Then stop moving around. Don't worry about anything- I'm going to send you back to France, for your benefit, and mine!"
"But, Rus-"
"Belarus will help keep him away, at least for as long she can." Estonia moved out of the way of the door. "And I'll help."
"Thank you, Estonia." Germany breathed out before running out of the room.
"Wait, sir! He can't leave until- sir!" Germany ignored the nurse. She called for two guards to stop the giant German, but Prussia managed to hold them back by their jackets. Estonia opened the door for the German and waited for Prussia to run through the door before leaving himself.
"Come'on, come'on, come'on!" Prussia chanted, opening one of the back doors before getting into the driver's seat. Germany placed America's body on the back seats before sitting with America's head on his lap again. Prussia started the car right away before backing up and going without checking for anything that could've been in the way.
"You're going to be with France for a little while... He's not... That desperate for sex, is he?" Germany asked America.
America's face twisted in disgust. "What? No! He's not... I mean, he's almost like my father... My father that got a divorce, and a restraining order from my mother when I was almost too young to remember my daddy..."
"That's... An interesting story..." Germany ran his fingers in America's hair.
America had tears in the corner of his eyes. "...Is it normal for me to want a baby now...?"
Germany looked down at America, surprised. "I... I don't think it's odd, so... No..." Germany lifted America's shirt up.
"St-Stop!" America gasped.
"I just want to see- don't worry..." Germany inspected the stitches the best as he could while sitting up with another man on his lap. "We'll try again when we get home." America turned his head to stare at the back of Prussia's seat.
"...We don't have much food right now, but I heard that France is doing okay. I mean, he can get food in his back yard after it rains..."
"Does he have a farm or something?"
Prussia shrugged. "Maybe. I was talking about snails and frogs, though."
"Is that why England calls him "frog?"
"That, or, maybe it's because of his voice? I'm not sure why."
"Mmkay..." America yawned and rubbed his face against the lap under him.
Germany stroked America's cheek with his index finger. "You can sleep if you want. I'm not stopping you." America closed his eyes and nodded off to sleep.
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"Now let me continue SHOUTING IN RANDOM!"~ Nostalgia Critic.
I got a writers block half way through...
And I decided that this will NOT be the last chapter! The next one will, I promise!
Or... I'm not sure... This actor in this moving is "ACT-TI~NG!"
*Runs away*
*Guy come out of nowhere* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WEREYOULOOKINGFORMEH?"
*Translations*
"Mein Gott, Amerika" - "My God, America"
"Nein" - "No"
"Was" - "What"