So, a lot of the pregnancies are fucked up. I looked on it and didn't fix it like I should have when posting this a second time but there's going to be like a little key of sorts for keeping track of the pregnancies which would not be annoying but I will be posting it with each chapter and it will not be annoying, promises! So here's the little key and it'll be accompanied with each chapter!

England- Now three months
Norway- Now three months
Spain- Now three months
Canada- Will now be four months


"Liam. Liam. LIAM!" Liam jerked up with a gasp when a small hand slapped the center of his face, the tips hitting his cheeks and forehead making them sting but his nose throbbed for it bore the brunt of the palm. And the slap. He blinked, his sister's face coming into view, her blue eyes sparkling as she pouted.

"What is it, Jo?" He asked softly on a yawn stretching out and his sister shifted from foot to foot, looking away with the same pout. He then heard thunder rip through the room, the sound deep and shiver worthy, but it made his sister whimper and he sighed. Jolene had always had a fear of thunderstorms, from the time she was small, convinced the whole world would come down cause the sound was so loud.

"Liam, sit in the living room with m-me!" Jolene hissed making him blink, become more away and stared at the fuzzy window behind her, his eyes then focusing on her again as she shoved his glasses on his face.

He looked at her, the world from fuzzy to clear in an instant and he sat up, his shirt with the superman logo had ridden up on his stomach, his pants matching with the same logo. His sister stood there in a night shirt with a witch cap and pants with black cats flying on brooms. Her long hair was in braids still, cutely, short locks of her bangs had sprung up with her Nantucket ahoge and her blue eyes were watery. She was so cute~ Liam climbed out of bed, not much taller than her, held his hand out and she took it, holding onto it tightly as they walked from his room with her shoulders hunching each time there was a boom of thunder. He would squeeze her hand gently every time this happened and he walked down the hall to the stairs, quietly, a soft moan leaving their parents room and Jolene looked at it curiously, especially when there was a creaking of a bed.

"Liam, what are Mummy and Daddy doing?" She whispered curiously when she looked at her brother's red face as he yanked her down the stairs, not as quietly sadly. Their feet thumped down and he pulled her into the living room.

"Th-They're having, um, Mommy and Daddy time." Liam stuttered out as he rubbed his hot cheek, his eyes looking anywhere but at his little four year old sister.

"Ohhh." She nodded, making her braids swing lightly, her blue eyes lighting up. "Then can we do that then?"

"Hell no!" He yelped then in surprise, her eyes widening at the word and giggled then.

"You swore!" She gasped as she then let out a small scream as thunder boomed before Liam covered her mouth, muffling the sound. He then sat on the couch and pulled his sister closely to him. She was clinging onto him then, as he reached behind him grabbing the throw over on the couch, yanking it over them.

"So, how's the four year old life?" He asked softly as he looked down at her and she pouted. In June she'd turned four and in July he'd turned seven, both still excited to be one year older and looking forward to their birthday's again.

"It's fi-ne!" Her word was drawn out into a squeal when lightening lit up the dark room, cracking bright across the sky of dark clouds and thunder boomed.

"It'll be okay," Liam murmured yawning, his fatigue finally catching up with him again as he pressed his cheek to the top of her head, careful not to be to far back nor too close to her Nantucket.

"Promise?" She mumbled as she clung to him, her voice a little sluggish then as she yawned after him which made him yawn again.

"I promise. The storm might not last long anyways." He mumbled as well as his lashes dipped and his lids lowered. He was so tired...

"Okay." She replied in a tiny voice then, curling up her small body against Liam's equally small but lanky one, both just small bobs on the couch, under a blanket.

Her cheek was pressed to his shoulder, closing her own eyes taking in the smell of her brother, which was hamburgers and yet vanilla wafers. She liked the smell, it smelled like both Mummy and Daddy at the same time and she clung to him tighter. Liam like how his little sister always managed to smell like baby powder and vanilla wafers as well, along with the tea would use for her tea parties. He loved, adored, his little sister so much! She was mean, sometimes, cold, yes, but she always warmed up when they were alone much like this.

It was easier when it was both of them alone and she would smile like the sun, something she'd barely show, mostly just the bright smile she'd give their parents, but it was only a dimmed version of her sun smile. He smiled softly and Jolene opened her eyes a bit, feeling her brother's cheek move in what she felt was a smile and smiled gently herself, no longer flinching when the thunder boomed. Her big brother would protect her, her Daddy would save her and her Mummy would be the shelter she needed. She slowly managed to slip off, same with Liam, both smiling softly as they slept, curled up together on the couch like two content little kittens.


There was a rough shaking on England's shoulder the next morning making him groan. For two months straight he'd been nauseous and vomiting nearly every morning so the movement didn't bode well with him. His lashes fluttered and parted to look at the grinning America who sent a burst of irritation through him. What the hell did he want?

"Babe, baby, come on! I took a picture to put in the baby book but fuck you gotta see this! It's so cute!" America exclaimed softly as he shook on England more, his blue eyes glittering happily at the English man.

"Bloody hell I want to sleep, Alfred!" England snapped as he pushed half his face into the pillow, one eye drooping already. England, other than the nausea and morning sickness, had become more fatigued and tired lately and sleeping any time he could get in. Early in the morning was not a good time for him anymore.

"Babe, I would never ever wake you up from your precious sleep for you and our child, but for the love of all that is holy get up before they do! Please!" America squatted as he widened his eyes, the blue making England jerk and he sat up on his arms, his hair messed up.

He then sighed throwing the blanket off, his thighs held a liquid on them from the previous night, dried and left him feeling dirty and he stood up pulling some pants on when he let America take his hand and pull him to the door and out into the hall. He looked at his belly then. He was extended now, in such a way that there was no mistake he was pregnant, the bump softly curved and more defined now. The doctors told him, when he went to get a check up, because this was his third baby-much like with Jolene- his womb was stretched now and he would feel movements easier.

He'd yet to say anything to America because the movements were anything you could physically feel, like Canada's, but more like flutters against his insides and it tickled but was comforting all the he was led down the stairs he blinked, his feet struggling to keep up right without falling, when they entered the living room.

"Alfred, love, what am I supposed to be looking at?" England sighed as he went to slide his hand from America's only to feel it tighten.

"That," America pointed with his other hand at the couch and England followed the direction with his eyes.

"Oh!" He gasped as his eyes widened and his cheeks strangely flushed at the sight on the couch.

Liam's legs had stretched out in the night, his feet dangling off the couch slightly, his head tilted to the side as his cheeks were a soft pink with sleep, a tiny little snore leaving his lips once in a while, the same as when he was a baby. Jolene was curled up against him, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, a soft pink as well, while his cheek pressed to her head, her hand loosely clutching his shirt and she took soft breathes through her mouth. The throw over was pulled over the both of them, Liam's glasses glinting softly in the light, giving the scene a cute gleam. It was too cute!

"I know and-Iggy?! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" America whispered in a panic as he yanked England from the room towards the kitchen, another hall downstairs, leading to the kitchen when England looked at him.

"You got a picture of that right?" England asked only to feel surprised at how thick his voice was. He then lifted his hand to touch his cheek, which was wet, making his eyes widen anew.

"Are you okay?" America asked with worry taking over his actions and he stepped forward circling his arms around England.

"It was just so...so...cute!" England wailed the last word as he clung onto America as he cried making the American worry further. He held England tightly, peppering soft kisses on

England's head and down near the back of his neck softly, holding him tight. He lightly swayed the sobbing English man, who sniffled and whined pitifully making his heart clench tight as he held him. He then pulled back when England took a deep breath and looked up at America with shining emerald eyes.

"I seriously hope this new kid has your eyes," America noted faintly as he rubbed the wet skin beneath England's eye, taking time to marvel the color again. England then snorted and lightly thumped his hip with his knuckles.

"Boring greens? Please, I like having kids with your eyes. They're...They're pretty." He bashfully stated as his cheeks began to burn at both his words and his out burst a moment ago.

"Blue? Baby, anyone can have blue eyes nowadays, I'm the one with a boring eye color! But you! You got green eyes, dude! They're beautiful really. The number of people I know who have green eyes, right this moment, are three." America stated much to England's brief confusion and America playfully rolled his eyes. "You, Spain and Hungary!"

"Ah," England mumbled as he looked down then up at America anew. "I still want the baby to have your eyes though. They're such a beautiful shade of blue."

"They're just blue, baby. Nothing special." America replied as he continued to rub just beneath England's eye softly. "You are a very beautiful person though and I hope the new one looks just like you."

"I think, with the both of us, we make beautiful children." England softly said as he blushed a little more, looking down, smiling. "I wouldn't mind having a baby with your eyes again. Or you're caramel blonde."

"Shut up, you got a prettier color." America smiled softly when a smile twitched at England's lips. He then leaned his cheek into America's hand, despite it being wet, nuzzling it softly and let out a soft laugh.

"To think we used to hate one another, huh?" England murmured when America grabbed his chin with his other hand and tilted his head to look him straight in the face.

"England, I never hated you. As America I never hated you. As Alfred F. Jones I've never hated you, Arthur Kirkland. How could I?" America seemed angry at England's words making the English man blink rapidly.

"But the Revolutionary War.." His words trailed off as he flinched ever so faintly, barely noting the movement, when America sighed through his nose.

"I said then what I needed too to get away. I loved you then and I love you now, you were just...God, back then I needed my own way. And the taxes were killing us, dude, but...After a long while you seemed to hate me, so I reciprocated. I've never not once, for one second, not loved you, dude. Why would you ever believe I hated you?" America asked softly with an upset humor glittering in his eyes and on his face. His lips pulled into an equally sad smile as his hands moved, cupping England's face who's eyes shined with a sheen of tears.

"Alfred, you blood idiot!" England whispered as his thick brows pulled together and his lower lip trembled and his chin quivered lightly. America just smiled softly as he looked at England, his hands strong enough to hold the English man in place but gently.

"I've loved ya since forever, dude, and nothing's changed it. In fact I'd like to say it's doubled even, since you've given me Liam and Jolene. Since you've given me yourself repeatedly. I love you so much, Arthur. I love you so much as England as well, you've never given me a moment not to love you." He grinned at England, who's tears were so thick and dripped so fast, rolled down and brushed past his hands.

"You're making me cry!" England got out on a sob and America smiled at him. England wanted to both kiss him and wipe that adorably cute smile off his face.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" The pair of adults jumped only to look down at Liam and Jolene's sleepy but concerned faces, Liam choosing to speak out.

"Mummy isn't sad, if that's what you're thinking." England replied as he twisted to face the children, taking a deep breath, and smiling softly. Then Jolene's eyes widened and pointed at England's stomach only to look up, meeting England's confused eyes with her own wide ones.

"Mummy! You're getting fat!"


"I'm gonna be a big brother..."

"I'm gonna be a big sister~"

America grinned as he sat in the living, playing a new game he was demo testing for Japan, his thumbs flying over the gaming pad as his kids played Candy Land. They both had bright eyes, glittering constantly, wide smiles painted over their lips as they wiggled their feet in the air. It'd been at least an hour since England told the children he was pregnant, that Liam was going to be a big brother again and Jolene would be a big sister. They were both ecstatic.

"Daddy!" Jolene then gasped as she looked up at America, her blue eyes now troubled.

"Yes, JoJo?" America replied, pausing the game, his attention being diverted to his daughter at that moment.

"If we're gonna be big siblings then you're gonna be a daddy again, right?"

"That is correct, ma'am."

"And you'll have a new baby?"

"Correct again, ma'am."

"Then...I won't be the baby I won't be the Princess anymore. Or Doll Face."

America blinked as he looked at the sudden said look coating Jolene's once bright face. It was like watching a cloud drift in front of the sun and it made America's heart clench tightly.

"You never know, JoJo, this baby might be a boy. Nobody could take up the role of our Princess and Doll Face." Liam nodded at this in back up, his glasses slipping down his nose a bit.

"But I won't be the baby anymore," Jolene protested with tears glittering in her eyes quickly making America jerk lightly.

"JoJo, don't you want to be a big sister?" America asked trying ti placate his daughter quickly, to keep her from going off already.

"I do but...but I'm not going to be the...baby anymore..." She slowly spoke as tears dripped down her cheeks now. She didn't seem to happy or thrilled about the new baby anymore.

"JoJo-"

"Jolene, darling, you need to clean up your room and- darling, what's wrong?" England questioned when he took in the tears dripping down Jolene's cheeks. Her blue eyes hardened into sapphires and she stood up kicking the game board making cards and pieces go flying. "Jolene!"

"It's not fair! I'm the baby!" She shouted then, her attitude taking a whole one-eighty. Her blue eyes were hard sapphires, her tears large and big, sliding down her cheeks as she shoved past England sobs flying from her lips. She pounded up the stairs and the slamming of her door made them all jump and America stood up looking at England then towards the stairs helplessly.

"I'll go talk to her!" Liam exclaimed as he shot to his feet and was gone in a blonde blur making America and England blink softly.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" England finally demanded as he planted his hands on his hips, turning on his lover who widened his blue eyes.

"Baby, she's just upset about the baby! That she won't be the baby anymore, what with this one coming is all! She was all happy and shit, literally two minutes ago!" America protested as he looked at England who then scoffed softly. America narrowed his eyes lightly on England as the Nation turned walking out from the door way and America took a deep breath, honing on a new mantra.

Jolene is four. England is pregnant. Jolene is four and is throwing temper tantrums. England is pregnant and has mood swings and hormones. Jolene is a four year old kid and doesn't understand yet. England is pregnant and too hormonal to have a rational conversation on their daughter. Jolene is four. England is pregnant. Wash, rinse, repeat.

"This is going to be a long six months," He mumbled to himself as he settled in and began to replay. "A real long six months..." He groaned softly as he imagined the upcoming months of England's pregnancy. Dear God, how was he going to get through England's pregnancy while dealing with a small, four year old, female version of the English Nation? Answer? He wasn't. He was going to be a complete wreck by the time the pregnancy was over, more so than England, but he couldn't let that show and he wouldn't. He then paused his game deciding, now, that he'd get his mind off of it with just one little call...