Allies Pregnancy: The Start

#1 Alfred and Allan

Title: Vegan Burger Baby on Board~!

Date When Baby Comes/Start: July 4th- April 4th

Allan was in bed still as he didn't bother to wake up when it was about two in the morning. Honestly, he didn't want to hear the phone call that was from his boyfriend's phone, Alfred.

"Shut that phone up," Allan groans in his sleep.

"Would, but too lazy," Alfred said as he nuzzles on his pillow. Allan groaned as he got up and answer it. Not really in the mood for Gilbert's loud voice booming over. So what does the villain do? Easy, he put it on speaker.

"What do you want, dead man?" Allan asked in a cocky way.

"OI!" Yelled Gilbert, and made Alfred fall off from the bed- clearly going to kill Allan after this phone call, "I'm just calling to tell ya that Alese is born!" Alfred reaches over to grab his glasses as he then went to turn on the lamp.

"Little dudette is born?" Alfred asked.

"Hell yeah! She's so adorable!"

"Awe, send me a picture of her when you can, my bro!" Alfred over. And yet you said that you're too lazy to answer, Allan thought to himself. It was four days after they celebrate their independence and the baby was four days later born. Somehow that doesn't make sense but it's what Allan thinks.

"I gotta go now. Oh, and you might have an RSVP in the mail in a couple of days," Gilbert added.

"What?" Both of the Americans asked but the phone was hang up.

"What does he mean by that?" Alfred asked himself out loud.

"Well, in my theory, I think that he could be dying again," Allan said as he places the phone away.

"Dude, don't talk to my friend like that," Alfred said as he glares at Allan.

"Don't worry," Allan said as he pulls his hair back, "I would joke the same with Glean."

"That's still rude, dude," Alfred said as he went under the covers.

"Come on!" Allan said as he wrapped his arms around Alfred, "I know I'm a villain to you, but a-"

"Stop right there," Alfred said as he ran to the bathroom. Allan had a for real face as he watched Alfred running to the bathroom. What is happening here? Allan sigh as he got out of bed to check on Alfred, but the door was closed to his face. Allan faces as red as he got pissed off. Honestly, he and Tasito share the same thing: Don't slam the door in my face. And speaking of Allan's face is getting red, you could probably start seeing the steam coming out of his ears and nose.

In the bathroom, Alfred was painting as he vomits in the bowl. He felt so weird and he was never like this. The last time Arthur and Oliver came was two days ago. And god forbid both Americans to eat Arthur's scones! Thanks for Oliver to be there with a basket of muffins, otherwise, Arthur would kill them both… Or Alfred can find a way to act like they are eating it and Allan could distract Arthur while Oliver bakes the "batch" again. Did Alfred had one of the scones on accented? Oh dear!

"ALlan!" Alfred yelled through the door, "Call 911! I think I might've had Arthur's scones again!" Right when Allan heard this, well I think you know what happens next.

After the call, Alfred was sitting on the bed as his skin was pale. Not so pale but a pale peach color. Allan started to pace as he started to blame himself that he should've done something to prevent this. Right away, Flávio walks in with a clipboard and looks through the diagnose.

"Well, the good news is Alfred doesn't have any poisoning from Artie's cooking," Both of the American's sigh in relief but that turned into something else, "But the great news is that Alfred is only pregnant by four days along,"

"... WHAT?!" Yelled both America's and that leave one pale Alfred that is bone white as Allan is now on the floor.

"...Ah, can I make a phone call to my parents before this spreads like wildfire?"

"Too late," Flávio smirked.

"Fuck my life," Allan said as his eyes had those swirls in them.


I have some feelings the America's are going to have a LOT of drama coming through here... Yeah, maybe half of the Allies would have some drama. For those people who are getting a little bord with the fluffiness... well, here comes drama! Staring 2p America, 2p France, and perhaps Russia sister, Belarus... Someone pray for poor Ivan and Victor when we get there.