England - nine months
Norway - nine months
Spain - nine months

"Mon amour, maybe we should go to the doctor or the 'ospital!" France exclaimed worriedly as he helped his lover up, Canada was panting after vomiting, the sick episode of diarrhea and vomit, he felt sicker than sick. He brushed his teeth slowly, welcoming the minty taste of tooth paste and closed his eyes. He felt worried, anxious, at the flu-like symptoms he had right then but he felt like his morning sickness was coming at him full on yet again.

"I'll be okay," He whispered after he finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth out with water, pressing his hand against his wet mouth. He closed his eyes before pushing from the sink and waddling out.

Yes, waddling. He hated it, his stomach was so big he waddled like a damn duck and he cried, full on sobbing, whenever anyone mentioned anything about it making conversations awkward. He'd started waddling when the babies had descended down into his pelvis, according to the doctor, making the discomfort both new and thought he'd be used to this, especially after having Austynn, but it still was uncomfortable and his babies were kicking the utter SHIT out of him lately. If he didn't feel like a punching bag in the previous months now he truly did, with each punch and kick he would giggle and coo in french to the babies but he still felt like he was being beat up from the inside out and he was so tired lately. France followed after Canada as he waddled to their bed, his feet aching with each step and he collapsed on the bed with a loud sigh of relief.

"Mon amour," France whispered urgently when Canada glared at him from behind his glasses before taking them off. Canada rolled onto his side with the babies going frantic and kicking and punching against his insides making nausea roll through him gently.

"Leave me alone!" Canada snapped as he closed his eyes, sounding so much like America, that France jerked visibly with a widening of his blue eyes. "America is coming over tonight, or tomorrow morning, right? Leave me alone until he gets here with his fucking wife, both will be annoying as all hell that's to be sure."

"Mathieu!" France exclaimed, again, but in a chastising tone he used on Austynn. His eyes narrowed as Canada just kept his back to France and the French man actually clenched his jaw gently. He really hated the rotten mood his precious Canadian was in lately, he understood the other was heavily pregnant, but that wasn't an excuse! When he got no response from Canada he turned on his heel and left the room, shutting the door behind him firmly.

Canada felt his rotten attitude melt and felt tears well on his lashes as tiny, barely there sobs left his lips. He felt so sick he was taking it out on his future husband! He'd been nothing but mean to the French man! How could the ohter stay and want to marry him STILL? His sobs grew in intensity and he shoved his face into the pillows making the fabric become wet and it rubbed against him in a way he didn't find pleasant and his nose ran like a faucet. He was so horrible!

He sobbed hard making his nausea rear up intensely making him nearly gag from the intensity of his sobbing when the bedroom door opened. Austynn, in his all his caring sweetness, shut the door then ran across the room fast as he could, his feet thumping lightly and Canada lifted his head up, wet face becoming leveled with Austynn when the small French Canadian jumped on the bed right in front of Canada. His violet eyes, identically colored like Canada's, burned into the elder's with protective intensity that burned against Canada's sparkling wet ones. He hugged Austynn tightly, inhaling the soft scent of crayons, paper and paint that clung to him gently but also the scent that always clung to Austynn, the one he'd been born with and the one Canada adored. He sobbed as he held his son, his precious boy patting his back and stroking his hair, softly murmuring to him.

"Maman, it's okay." Austynn murmured as he nuzzled his mother's platinum blonde locks, his hand patting his back softly. "Papa doesn't hate you, if that's what you think. He loves you Maman."

"I know!" Canada wailed as he held onto Austynn like he was a lifeline. He knew, he knew, he knew. He knew France loved him and that's what made him feel so rotten for treating France badly the past week.

"It'll all be okay, Maman." Austynn murmured to his mother and, in his sobbing, that was the last thing Canada really remembered.

When Canada woke up his eyes were swollen, his cheeks sticky and his throat was dry in an uncomfortable way, his cheeks hot, when he looked up and saw France. He had his hair tied back, reading glasses on as he read a black book in his lap and Canada felt his lower lip tremble hard as tears began to fill his eyes. A whimper fell past his lips and France blinked looking down only for Canada to drag himself from the pillows and throw his arms around France's neck with fresh sobs falling from his lips.

"I'm sorry!" Canada cried as he rubbed his wet face against France's shoulder and France blinked wildly in response taking the French man by surprise, his glasses crooked from the suddenness of Canada's hug attack. France chuckled then, after his surprise melted away, as he hugged his little lover who was sobbing wildly. "Je suis désolé! Je suis désolé! Désolé, Francis!"

"It is okay, mon amour." France murmured to Canada as he sobbed continuously. It continued this way for a good fifteen minutes with Canada crying and France rubbing his back and murmuring to him soothingly.

After the fifteen minutes Canada took a deep breath. His face was soaked with different liquids it seemed as he sniffled hard and he then looked at France from under his wet lashes. "So, um, did Alfred ever come?" He asked sheepishly as the babies kicked then at the sound of his voice.

"Non. 'E said 'e would be 'ere in the morning." France replied as he lightly rocked Canada soothingly, stroking the platinum locks soothingly. "Our boy is very smart."

"Austynn?" Canada asked when he felt a sudden...pressure. Against his pelvis. He frowned as he shifted and France chuckled gently.

"Oui. 'e is the one who got me when you passed out and told me you were crying. I came up 'ere but you were already asleep. " Francis then seemed to chuckle as Canada pouted cutely.

"But I made dinner and it is waiting for you downstairs~"

"Good." Canada replied with playful seriousness before pulling away from France, a soft giggle bursting from his lips and he slid to the edge of the bed. He was just pushing himself up and stretching his arms above his head when he froze. Something was...was leaking down his leg and soaking his pants. He remained frozen when France laughed from behind him playfully, shutting his book.

"What is the matter, mon amour? Are you suddenly self conscious about your appetite lately?" France asked curiously but playfully as he got out of bed as well and Canada didn't speak. France laughed nervously. "Sorry, mon amour." He then blinked as Canada softly whimpered. "What's wrong?"

"Francis," Canada whispered urgently then. His eyes were wide when he turned his head to look at France with pain beginning to lightly pulse through his nerves, a little contraction hitting making him gasp. "Francis I think...I think this is it!"

"What?" France asked in a gasp rolled in with a nervous laugh all at once as he sped walked across the bed to Canada, going to step close when he noticed the small puddle on the inside of Canada's foot and the soaked, dark line of clear liquid making his pants cling to his leg. He looked at Francis with a soft whimper.

"Francis, I'm scared." Canada whimpered again and Francis grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "I'm scared." He cried out the words then when a contraction, more noticeable then the last, speared through him and France gripped his hand tight.

"It will be okay, mon amour. It will be okay. Now, let's go, to the 'ospital." France said with determination as he squeezed Canada's hand and Canada squeezed his hand back tightly with a shaky nod. He could do this!

"I can't do this!" Canada shrieked as he laid out in the hospital bed, his legs braced apart in the stirrups, tears gushing down his cheeks. He'd been so sure he could do this, earlier, but six hours into labor, four in the morning, he was done!

"You can! You can do this, mon cœur!" France encouraged as he circled his arm around Canada's shoulders and squeezed him gently as the Canadian panted and screamed.

"I can't! I can't!" Canada sobbed as a new contraction wracked his body and he screamed as the doctor sent him a sympathetic look.

"I need you to push with another contraction," The doctor ordered but it sounded sympathetic and Canada sobbed. He kept sobbing, then screamed with the pushes he delivered with the next contraction.

He got words of encouragement from the doctor and soft, whispered ones from France in his ear, but the pain wracking his body was nearly unbearable. It was nothing compared to how he remembered when Austynn was born and it made that memory seem like a warm bath. He was screaming and screaming, each one wracking his vocal cords and making his voice hoarse as he pushed and screamed, pushed and screamed. He couldn't hear France's whispered words anymore, only his own screams when he felt something give and a loud, piercing cry took up where his last scream started.

He looked up at France who was leaning forward while keeping his hand in Canada's and his arm around him, he took an awed breath making Canada look at him curiously. He followed France's gaze tiredly only to feel something warm spread in his chest as he looked at the dripping, red thing within the doctors hands and hear the doctor asking faintly if France wanted to cut the cord. He did, letting go of Canada's hand and his arms slid from his shoulder, promising to be right back and went down between Canada's legs as well.

He was so tired..."She's so beautiful," France gasped with awe making Canada open his eyes, unaware he'd closed them, France was smiling brightly, aware now that the cord was cut.

The baby, so red, was screaming her lungs out as she was brought to him and laid against his chest. She was bloody, slippery, wailing her tiny lungs out making Canada's eyes well and he laughed in a high way at the sight of his daughter. His daughter! He was aware there was another baby still inside him, sliding down making contractions throb softly but he stared at his daughter. He wondered what color her eyes were, since they were screwed up so tight with her sobbing and she was gone as soon as he got her. He felt like screaming for them to give her back, that she was his, but he was then screaming with a new, knife like pain slicing through him.

It took longer, another hour, for the other baby to be born but when the same sort of giving, just like with his other baby and the pain was gone. He was gasping, slumped into the bed and started to laugh and cry, the sun peaking into the room and he let himself get wrapped in the warmth of France and clung to him as he drifted off to sleep.

"When are Papa and Maman be home?" Austynn asked for the thousandth time as he looked up at his Uncle America who laughed and rubbed the top of his head.

"Soon, dude! Your mom called and said he and the babies will be home soon~" America told him with confidence, his blue eyes sparkling at Austynn, which sparkled back. He was so excited~! He couldn't wait to see his new little siblings! "So, how does it feel to be a big brother?"

"Impressionnant!" Austynn cried as he jumped up, throwing his arms out. Because Liam and Jolene were sleeping by now for their afternoon naps, Austynn was more hyper seeing as he was skipping his.

"Darling, not so loud~" England called out making Austynn run over to his other Uncle, his violet eyes sparkling much like America's. England smiled at the small little clone of Canada, the excitement so contagious. "You don't want to wake up Liam and Jolene do you?"

Austynn hesitated then shook his head. "Non. I don't want too, I'm just too excited! I want Maman and Papa to come home now!"

"And they will be, soon enough." England replied when he felt soft kicks and smiled at Austynn. "Do you want to feel the baby?"

"Oui!" Austynn reached out excitedly touching England's belly feeling the kicks and giggled. America was watching on with adoration for both his lover and nephew when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over it. There was France, grinning as he held a baby carrier and Canada held one as well, shutting the door silently. "It feels like Maman's belly!"

"What feels like Maman's belly?" Canada asked as he stepped into the room and Austynn rubbed England's belly happily.

"With the babies in-" He paused then jumped up with a gasp looking at Canada and ran at him, Canada handing the carrier to America in time to have Austynn slam into him. He hugged his son tightly, smiling wide as he picked him up kissed his cheek and nuzzled him. "Maman!"

"Austynn! My little baby!" Canada crooned happily as he nuzzled Austynn more when a soft whine got both their attentions. Austynn looked at the light pink carrier then the blue.

"It's a girl? And boy?" He asked curiously when Canada put Austynn down. The seven year old looked into the carriers when they were placed side by side and he looked in then widened his eyes. In the pink carrier was a small baby, with pale platinum hair so light it looked like she was bald and the wide, exact blue eyes of their father; in the blue carrier, that baby had regular, soft blonde hair with the exact violet eyes he and his mother had.

"This one has your eyes, Maman and Papa's hair." He stated pointing at the boy and then pointed at the girl. "But this one has your hair and Papa's eyes."

"Let me see!" America cheerfully exclaimed with England looking on, rubbing his large stomach, excited for his own baby. He squatted down next to Austynn staring in at the babies and gasped then grinned up at Canada then France."You guys make some beautiful babies, dude!"

"Merci." Canada giggled when he picked up the carriers then making Austynn pout and America let out an "awww" of disappointment as Canada brought the babies over to England. "want to see?"

"Yes, very much." England stated as he sat forward, his eyes taking in the two babies and smiled bright, much like the sun at that moment. "They are beautiful, Canada, darling!"

"Me-Merci!" Canada blushed smiling when France walked in and kissed Canada's cheek.

Canada smiled brightly at France who smiled and tucked a strange of platinum blonde hair behind Canada's ear. Then smiled wider and tilted his head. "Now, what of our wedding plans?" That got a laugh out of Canada and he kissed France happily.