Alfred hummed to his twin sons. Kazuo had been given the nation name of Okinawa and little Frederick was given New Prussia. The new mother smiled brightly as his eldest yawned. It was so adorable. He looked up at his brother who walked in. Arthur looked down at them with pride and joy. It seemed not too long ago he was raising Alfred and now...he was a mother of twins. "Hey lad, how are you doing?" he asked quietly as not to scare the infants.

"'m, Still in pain. The doctor said they ripped me up." he gently pulled the blankets back over Fritz's hand. "Said it will be a while before I could..." he trailed off abandoning the thought. "Would you like to hold them?" he asked kindly, knowing fully well that the Brit would never refuse. "Be careful, watch Kazuo's head."

Ignoring the panicking mother he took hold of the eldest. His raven black sat so cutely upon his head. Long has anyone wished to see an infant nation. Long have they wished to bear their own but here, one of the youngest of them all had been given the gift to do so. He alone was the sole nation who could bear children. The little Japanese-American reached out and took his finger into his hand. He began to nibble on it signaling his hunger.

He turned to Alfred who was already nursing Fritz. His hand was trembling as he tried to position the infant to the small breasts he had gown for this purpose. "The doctor said to watch Frederick..." a small tear ran down his face. "They are premature by a full month. Little Fritz...the cord wrapped twice." the child finally latched on and began to drink. "They said little Kazuo...his heart is underdeveloped." he began to brake down. "What do I tell their fathers? I failed them by not having healthy sons." he ran his hand softly through the snow white hair of his youngest son.

"You should be lucky they are alive. With the state of your body and the condition of your Nation..." the elder sighed. "It's not your fault." he handed the other to him so he could nurse him as well.

"Arthur, I'm so scared...I don't want to lose my babies." those soft and broken eyes stared up at him. It was heart braking.

"Al, just do all you can for them." he kissed his forehead as he stood up. There was a meeting that day. One to discuss the world now that the United States of America were gone. No one would tell him. He had enough to worry about. Especially since one of the main topics was who got Alfred's babies.

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Russia sat silently at the end of the table watching the others squabble about their claim to power. No one dare dispute that Russia was now the sole superpower of the world. Yet when he had enough, truthfully he had something else to do, he slammed his hands on the table silencing everyone. "About the babies..."

"I will not have my son be raised by a rapist!" Japan snapped. Everyone remained silent everyone but Prussia.

"The infant nations must remain with their mother. It would be foolish to try and separate them so young." the albino said with his new found strength. "We can not tell what will happen if they are taken too soon!"

Russia smirked. "Da, I agree. Yet, because I own America's lands he must stay with me or else he dies." no one could argue that. "So the childrens stay with Russia."

Japan balled his fist. "Why not give the land back to him?!"

The Russian shook his head. "I not up to me. My boss must do it. He has claimed title of Tsar now. I have lost most of control."

China stood up. "Then speak to him. He must know he importance of keeping the world in balance. Lest he wish to fall as Rome had." Everyone agreed.

"America can not survive as a subjugated nation. It will die before you find a use for it." England said. "The children can not survive so far from their lands!"

Russia smiled happily. "I will make better." With that he stood and left the room. As he said he had more important things to do that day.

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"...for amber waves of grain...for purple mountain majesties...from sea to shining sea..." he sang softly rocking his sons back and forth. "America...America...my home...sweet...home..." he looked down at his sons. They seemed so peaceful. It terrified him. Shaking as he did, he tried to wake them. "K-Kazuo...F-F-Frederick?" they didn't move. Tears streamed down his face. Without hesitation he swung his legs from the bed. Ripping the IV out of his arm, causing it to tear his flesh and begin to bleed, he stumbled to the door. Leaning out he saw a single nurse at the far end of the hall. He summoned all his strength as he ran as fast as he could to her. His wounds reopened as blood began to drip down his thighs and to the floor leaving bloody foot prints in his wake. Upon seeing the overly bloody mother coming toward her she panicked and hit the emergency alarm. Going to the foreigner she spoke in her native tongue.

"What is wrong?! What happened?!"

"My sons..." he replied in Russian. "T-They stopped breathing! Help them!"

"I will but you are bleeding so much..."

"Forget me! Help them! Save them please!" tears ran down his face as he started to lose consciousness. "Save my babies..." once they ere safely in her arms and she was on her way to the Emergency room he smiled as he lay on that cold floor bleeding.

" In the moonlight I felt your heart...

quiver like a bow string's pulse...

in the moon's pale light...

you looked at me..."

Two large arms wrapped warmly around him. He didn't have the strength to open his eyes. He wondered if it was his time to die. If it was him and not his sons he was happy to go. He cuddled into the warmth and smiled, tears streaming down his face.

" Nobody knows your heart...

when the sun has gone I see you...

beautiful and haunting but cold...

like the blade of a knife so sharp so sweet...

nobody knows your heart..."

He felt something warm and soft press against his body. It felt like flesh, like someone's skin he knew. It seemed unreal, like a cruel dream. Was this hell? Everything turned dark as he began to sink into the darkness as it was water. Head first he let himself fall deeper and deeper into the darkness. In the darkness that surrounded him, he could hear a voice. "Alfred...Alfred my love...don't give up. Live...live and fight like you always do! Life and fight for your sons! Fight for your country, fight for your freedom!"

He shook his head. "No...I'm tired of fighting...true freedom is in death..."

"No! You're wrong! True freedom s life! If you live then you have freedom to change the future for the better. If you die you are chained by your decision and forced to know you can do nothing to stop it! Live and let freedom ring!"

He heard the Liberty bell ring. His eyes cracked open.

"I regret I have but one life to give for my country..."

"Four Score and seven years ago..."

"All men are created equal..."

"This land is your land, this land is my land..."

"Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country..."

"The only thing we have to fear is fear it's self..."

"That's one small step for man...and one giant leap for mankind..."

"The Declaration of Independence..."

"The Land of the free...and the home of the brave?"

Tears fell for his eyes. "My people...my land...my freedom..." he shot up in the bed. Pain filled his body. "I'm alive?" he felt an arm move on him. Looking over he saw Russia laying naked under the covers next to him. His giant coat draped over them both. His eyes narrowed sadly. Russia had exchanged resources with him. It was what nations did in order to help each other. He had done it with several other nation before. There was nothing sexual about it. It was a simple exchange of resources, such was draining on both nations involved.

He looked over to the side of the bed to see his sons. Large tubes were in their throats. They were kept in separate incubators. It tore at Alfred's heart to see them like that. He stood up and ran his hand along the warm glass.

"They will be fine." Ivan said as he sat next to the grief stricken mother. "It was cause they are premature."

"Thank you." Alfred whispered. "For helping my sons and..." he looked up him. "For helping me."

Ivan hugged him before pulling away. "I love you, Alfred. I always have. Though I never show it the right way. I even love your childrens though they are not mine, I truly do." he reached in his pocket and knelt before Alfred. "Fredka...Will you marry me?"

A/N

OMFG! THE PROPOSAL! what will Alfred do now?! IDK! But anyway I am looking for a beta for American Sunflower. If you want to be it just PM me I will let you know. I will share some of the upcoming things with the beta but not all, they are still the reader to and I hate spoilers. The beta will receive credit and are asked to help me with ideas. The beta for American Sunflower must be read up on the entire story, for obvious reasons. The beta for this story is not going to be the beta for my other story For His Honor and vice versa. So let me know if you want the position.

Sincerely your truly humble author,

Saiya~hime