Rubbing the strained back before him, Ivan smiled. "Is it helping? This usually works." America hadn't been sleeping well the last few days, so he was doing everything he could to help. Even making turkey because everyone said it made you tired.
"Kinda... But it might be that I can't sleep cause I'm not doing anything. I know I'm a hazard to myself and the kids, but I'm still bored." Alfred tried making himself yawn but to no avail. "I'm just so tired..."
"I could get you some more video games if that would help." After all, he seemed to like those more than the pregnancy videos he had also purchased. There were even a few on parenting with some very helpful tips.
Rubbing his inwardly battered stomach, America shook his head. "What I really want is to be able to run around without being worried about falling or making loud sounds or such. Or being able to phone people again. They all think I'm dead by now, I-" Before he finished, America quickly closed his eyes and held his hand on his stomach. Like lightening, he reached back for Ivan's hand and placed it there in lieu of his own.
Holding his breath, Russia waited a few seconds. "What? Was something wrong?" Well, it seemed he would just have to wait a little longer to feel his babies kick... That was when he felt it. It was just a small bump, but it was unmistakably a movement! "I-I felt them..." He said in amazement.
"Do you still have the flashlight? Didn't you say that would make them move more?" Sure Ivan felt one little kick, but that was only Dmitri, not James and Anya as well, using various organs as punching bags. Another kick by Dmitri made Alfred look over his shoulder at Ivan to see his reaction. It made him laugh a bit to see just how awed he was; just as America was in the beginning.
"A flashlight..." Russia said, not even thinking at this point. He had just felt Dmitri move! This was amazing, a miracle! Maybe he would move again. He couldn't stop feeling him now! What if when he took his hand off, he missed the chance to feel one of them? This was too important to do that.
America waited a second before shifting on the bed. "He's not going anywhere. Plus since I'm trying to sleep they're all hell-bent on keeping me up. I can't get up either, remember?" It was starting to get weird how amazed Ivan was, but he figured it made sense. If his kids weren't inside him and he could feel them, he would be pretty floored as well.
Ivan still wasn't really paying attention to what was being said. "Yes I suppose." He moved his hand down. Maybe he would be able to feel Anya move too! Wow, they were this much closer to seeing their babies in real life. Eight more weeks, just two months till they could hold them in their hands.
Letting Russia feel the small kicks for a bit longer, Alfred coughed. "So seriously. Get the light and you'll annoy them enough to get them kicking more. Your hand doesn't need to be attached to my belly."
Coming back to reality, Ivan moved closer. "But the flashlight is so far away." How was he expected to leave when he could feel them move? He just felt a very small kick. Maybe it was Anya. But it could also have been Dmitri, since he was closest to the top. This was so exciting!
"Fine, then I'll just go to sleep and they will stop kicking cause they love me." It would be nicer than having them all kicking around and Ivan getting his own amusement from it. "At least get me some food or something."
Sighing, Ivan hesitantly took his hand off. He needed food, after all. "I will be back in a few minutes. I will help you sleep after." Well, he could do that with resting his hand over Dmitri, right? It was only fair, because America got to feel them all the time.
"Get the flashlight too!" America yelled as Ivan left the room. Sure it hurt a bit to have them kick, but it made him even more proud to know that he was holding the kids inside him where they were growing. Russia wasn't, which was probably why he was so amazed at the movements.
Making the quickest meal he had, Russia tried not to think about how amazing it had been to feel his children moving. Grabbing the flashlight, Ivan made his way to the room as fast as possible. "Here, eat." He said, handing the plate to America and crouching beside him, turning the flashlight on.
Snorting, Alfred started to eat slowly. He was hungry, but he knew he couldn't eat too much lest James decided it would be fun to kick and push at his full, sensitive stomach. "You're insane, you know that?" America commented as his shirt was drawn up and the slightly warm flashlight pressed against his skin.
Feeling the belly, Ivan's whole face lit up as he felt a small movement. "You are so lucky to feel this all the time." He whispered, not wanting to disturb the babies from moving. Leaning down, he kissed the swollen skin and started singing a Russian lullaby.
"Lucky, ha." Alfred laughed facetiously as the three of them started to move around more from the annoying light. "You try letting three things inside you kick around and move when you're trying to sleep. I'd much rather like it if I could only feel them occasionally. Or if they were out of me."
Moving his hand so he could maybe feel James, Russia laid his ear on it. He always had good hearing, maybe he could hear their heart beats. "It is only two more months until we can hold them. I wonder what they will look like."
Rubbing the part the Russian's head wasn't on, Alfred shrugged. "Hopefully not like you or it will feel awkward to love them. They better look somewhat like me if I've been carrying them for so long."
"I picked a girl that shared some of your features. They should look a little like you, but you can never tell." Ivan was saying with a slightly breathless voice. He could still feel them moving, but turned the light off. They needed their rest too, but he hoped he could still feel them move.
Strangely, America didn't feel as awkward about having Russia's head on his belly as he probably should have. "Good. Dmitri and James better be awesomely heroic and Anya will just be a female me. After all, their 'mom' is the United States of America."
Taking a breath, Russia spread his arms out over the belly, trying to feel as much of it as possible. "They will be so beautiful." He whispered to America, but then started talking to the stomach. "Yes, you will be amazing, exactly what your father has been waiting for. And you all will grow up to be wonderful people, and make us proud, da?"
Torn between making a sarcastic remark and staying silent, Alfred decided to ask. "You really do care about them, don't you? I know I've asked a bunch, but were you really so lonely that you needed children to take care of?"
"I think the answer is obvious." He said, smiling. He had just felt another movement. Maybe it was Anya. She would be such a nice baby. According to the ultrasound, she was the biggest so far.
"I guess... Now help me sleep. You got them all riled up cause they knew you were there. They respond to your voice when it's close. Kinda weird really..." Alfred mumbled as he shifted on the bed. It was actually somewhat endearing but creepy at the same time since it was Russia.
Smiling at that fact, Ivan moved so he was lying behind America. One hand rubbing his back, and one hand still on his stomach. "Since I am around so much, they recognize my voice. So when they are born they will know both of us."
Sighing in thanks, America murmured. "I guess that's a good thing. What other sounds do you think they'll recognize?" Maybe weird things like video game sounds and the water in the pool.
"I am not sure. We will just have to wait and see."
Ivan felt movement!
Alright, sorry for the fail before, with me uploading the wrong chapter, and sorry this is so late. But as many of you already know, ff is having problems, and if you want to upload something, I put in my profile how to do that for anyone who wants to know.
