Grabbing the dusting cloth, America made sure everything in his room was cleaned. Sure Ivan normally did this sort of thing, but he was so bored lying around that he had to do something. Still, it was difficult to move around and Dmitri was kicking the heck out of his stomach. If he squinted he was pretty sure he could faintly see it, but America just thought he was going crazy.

Walking into the room, Ivan was surprised to see America up and cleaning. "What are you doing?" He asked, confused since he hadn't seen him cleaning before. Why would he be doing that if he didn't have to?

"I'm taking a shower. What does it look like? I'm bored and can't have everything dirty for the kids." He continued to dust before moving awkwardly to the next room. Alfred had to waddle by now, but he couldn't care.

Shaking his head, Russia followed him. "Make sure not to overexert yourself. If you get tired, make sure you stop and rest." If America wanted to clean, he would let him.

"Just standing sucks. But I have to do this." The next room went the same way for Alfred. He didn't want to use chemicals for the kids, so he was just dusting. The vacuum was going to have to come out, but he knew it would scare the kids a bit.

Leaving, Russia left him to it. After all, if Alfred thought he needed to clean for when the kids came, then there really wasn't anything he could do.

America continued to dust the rooms in the house before getting the vacuum. After a bit of searching, he found it in one of the closets. First he pulled out the machine and soon after the long hose for it. As he was setting it up, Alfred felt himself get tangled up and before he could stop himself, he fell to the floor face first.

Immediately his thoughts went to his unborn children. "Shit!" He yelled rolling onto his side and caressing his belly. "Russia! Russia!" Alfred continued to call for him, tears coming to his eyes. "Dammit Ivan, come here!"

Hearing the cry, Russia ran to where it was coming from. Seeing him on the floor only made him run faster. "What happened? Are you alright? Are they alright?" Bending down, he placed his hand lightly over America's.

"I fell! Dammit, I don't know if they're ok!" Alfred was now crying freely, completely pissed with himself for not being more careful. "I don't know if I can feel them moving..." He could have just killed his child. Dmitri could have been hurt, and now dead. His nightmare could be a prophesy.

Trying to stay calm, Ivan put his hand over Dmitri. "Stay here. Do not move." He went to get a stethoscope and quickly brought it to America. "I will try to listen to their heart beats. It could help, and if it doesn't we will use the ultrasound." At this point, all he could do was make sure they were alright.

Nodding, America forced himself not to start bawling. He wanted to make sure all three of his kids were going to live. If he lost one now, he didn't know what he would do. Losing a kid would be worse than the heart ache he felt with gaining his independence. If anything, this was how Arthur had felt.

Putting the ear pieces in, Ivan heard sounds, but it was hard to make out what he wanted to hear. They both stayed quiet, hardly breathing so that he could hear what he needed. After a minute of searching, finally Russia heard a small, rhythmic beating "I hear one. I think it's Dmitri's." He said, relieved.

"Can we still do an ultrasound?" America asked, still only slightly relieved. There were three babies and if he only heard one heartbeat, it could have been Anya's or James'

Nodding, Ivan put his arms under America's legs and back to lift him up. After that, he was not going to let Alfred walk. It was going to be strict bed rest from now on. "We can see their heart beats on the monitor. It will be fine." He hoped, at least. It was to keep them both calm.

America didn't even complain as he was carried to the room. After tripping, he didn't want to leave anything to chance. "It better be fine. I can't kill our kids. They can't die. Not after all my dreams about them." Most of them now had been good, but there was still that nightmare in the back of his mind.

"Just remember, this was not your fault. It is normal to be clumsy when you are pregnant." He tried to be soothing, but quickly gave up. After all, he was never known to be a comfort.

"It was my fault! I was the one to fricken fall!" America yelled. The machine was quickly set up and in no time the wand was on his stomach looking at the human-shaped fetuses.

Giving a sigh of relief, Russia pointed to the monitor. "They are alright. All hearts are beating regularly." They were all doing fine, nothing wrong. James seemed a little smaller than the other two, but that was nothing to be concerned about, since they weren't identical.

"Fuck." He swore without thinking, letting out a large sigh. "I thought... One was dead..." Alfred started to cry again as he held his stomach. "Our babies are ok..."

"They can still hear you." Russia said, at this point not really caring about the swear. "From now on, you will stay in bed for everything but going to the bathroom. We can't take any more risks."

"I'm still going to be up every ten minutes to pee." Not to mention the few times Anya would decide it was fun to use his bladder as a punching bag. "I have to get up to go to the bathroom."

Thinking, Ivan turned off the machine. "Well, if you are up that much... I could give you a catheter and a bag." He would have to change the bag often, as well as the catheter. But if that meant he could stay off his feet more, that was fine.

"That's gross." He stated, holding his stomach. Before he could say much more, he looked down to his hand. "I think... I just felt Dmitri kick me."

Quickly, Russia put his hand by where Alfred's was. "You mean you felt it with your hand?" Well, it was about the time for that. Perhaps soon he would be feeling it in real life!

Holding his breath, Alfred could feel him kicking inside, but not as strong as he thought. "I guess I just thought I did. Darn." Now that he wasn't scared for their well being, he could control his swearing.

Slightly disappointed, Ivan took his hand off. "That is fine. It will happen soon. Now let me take you to your bed." After him falling, there was no way he was walking at all. "So do you want the catheter? It will mean you are off your feet more, which will be good for the babies."

Alfred grumbled with defeat at both having to be carried and his decision. "Fine. I don't want to fall again anyways." All he hoped was that he wouldn't go out of his mind with boredom. He had already changed so much from the hormones and everything, but he was still a young, excitable nation.

Picking up the heavy body, Ivan made his way to the bedroom. He was now much heavier than before, but still enough for him to handle. "It might be uncomfortable for a while, but you should get used to it."

"Yeah, should. Doesn't mean it's gonna feel good." Really America was completely ready to pass out right about now. It would be nicer than being sore inside and out.

Putting America down on the bed, he pulled up the blankets. "There are some people who do it for pleasure." Russia went to get the catheter and a bag. He had gotten them just in case, and it turned out to be useful. After all, if it kept him off his feet more, it was good.

"Well then they're freaks. But whatever. I don't want to have to get up every hour. And you better help me sleep still." Alfred complained, turning on his side so that his giant, pregnant stomach could rest.

As he got back into the room, Ivan just heard the last part of that. "Of course I will help you sleep. I would rub your back all day if I have to." Which wouldn't really be possible, because every few hours he had to make food.

"Good because I need it." And he needed the sleep that it brought badly. After that much 'activity' America needed sleep. Plus James and Dmitri were kicking around a bunch which made it hard to rest.

Sitting on the bed, Russia pulled the blanket down. "Right after we do this. It won't hurt." He took out the small bottle of lubrication and started putting it on the catheter.

Groaning, Alfred squeezed his eyes shut. "This is so weird." He didn't want to feel or see it go in. Even thinking about Ivan having to change the bag over was fucking awful.

Pulling down the elastic pants, Russia took hold of the limp cock and started pushing the skinny tube in. "If you feel anything, let me know." He went slowly, not wanting to cause the pregnant nation any discomfort. It was going in easily so far, and there shouldn't be any complications.

Wincing, Alfred let the tube slowly slide into his dick. It felt strange but he needed it. It was going to help him so he knew not to fight it. "Just get it over with please."

Soon, Ivan knew by the amount of catheter that had gone in that it should be near the bladder. "You should be feeling a slight pinch in a few seconds, and you will need to loosen the muscle up. Which means you will have to urinate slightly."

"This is so nasty." Alfred mumbled before doing as Russia said. Slowly he relaxed his bladder and felt it start to come out before the tube snuck into it. A small pinch quickly was apparent before nothing as he saw the bag starting to fill through tired eyes. All the emotion made it hard to not be tired.

"Is that better? Now you will not have to get up as often." Russia pulled the blanket up over it again so he was not exposed. This would also probably make Anya more comfortable, not having a full bladder next to her all the time.

"Yeah, I guess." Alfred whispered, still upset with himself. Now what was he going to do if he had to stay in bed? All of his games were finished and he couldn't clean to make sure it would be ok for the kids. It was even painful just to lie around because of all the weight his body wasn't used to.

Russia gave a nod and went to the other side of the bed so that he could rub Alfred's back, like he always did now. He was so cute when he slept.


Sorry it's late, but I had no time yesterday at all. And I just had a nap till two o'clock cause I hardly got any sleep. But yeah! America is now in full bed rest! Is he gonna go insane?