Canada was in hell. He laid on the bed feeling a scream clawing up his throat as he writhed in place against the sheets and he panted quickly feeling the twins inside of him kicking insistently and he moaned throwing his head back as he sat within the little pool of water with his fiancee pacing nervously as the doctor sat before him in the water peering between his legs. When Canada had decided to do a home birth he hadn't thought of just how long it would take for the twins to make their appearances but as he sat there in the water he couldn't help groaning low in his throat at the pain that clenched through him with a particularly harsh contraction that had him rocking back and forth in order to work through the pain rather than squirming like he had been doing for hours. He found himself humming as he leaned backwards against his fiancée's shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut at the pain that ricocheted through his hips and clawed at him from the inside out like the babies had somehow developed raptor claws that were intent on gutting him from the inside out. He felt the strongest urge to claw at his belly until the babies popped out one by one like a little daisy but as he peered up into France's worried blue eyes he new that he wasn't the only one in hell in that moment. France was suffering right along with Canada each time he cried out or with each low noise that was claw it's way free from his throat that it was impacting France in the same manner. Canada felt the doctor before him nudging his legs apart peering between his legs with critical glances and with the news that he wanted, the news he needed to hear, rang like golden bells.
"I think it is time to start pushing." The doctor spoke softly squeezing his knees and Canada swooned backwards with relief as he gasped in a breath feeling a few hot tears streak down his temples and the monitor next to him began to beep slowly. The doctor nodded as she squeezed his knees once again as the contraction began swelling and throbbing throughout the poor Canadian's ravaged body but this time he grunted as he strained and pushed. Oh he pushed fiercely with all of his strength as his hands found their way into France's and he squeezed the fingers tightly maing France whimper quietly behind him but he merely growled as he pushed and pushed through the contraction and was left panting as he leaned bac against his fiancee. He had been in labor for hours, agonizing hours and there was nothing but agony during those hours and France was going to whimper at some pain to his fingers?
"Goddammit! I'm never having another baby with you!" Canada howled as he pushed through yet another contraction, squeezing his fiancee's hands so tightly they trembled together from the intensity and the French man cried out as the fingers popped beneath his tight grip and he growled at his fiancee. It was surprising to feel the baby slowly making their way down his birth canal as he pushed with all the strength in his body until his legs trembled and he was howling at the top of his lungs so loudly he was sure all of Canada and America would hear him screaming. He slumped against France releasing his hands and gripping the edges of the pool squeezing tightly as he panted quickly and whimpered at the pain that made his body twitch as he looed up at France who was staring at him with nothing but worry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Francis! I know it's not your fault but goddamn this is killing me!"
"Don't say that, mon amour! You'll be 'ealthy and so will the twins, soon enough the first one will be 'ere and the second will be a breeze! I promise, mon amour, you will 'ave nothing but relaxations and sweets whenever you wish for them when you are done. You won't 'ave to worry about a single thing but the 'ours you will recuperating." France murmured quickly to the Canadian who was whimpering and he then rested his aching fingers on the Canadian's shoulders and squeezed. "Now push! Push out that baby! Make me a proud Papa and make Austynn a big brother! Push with all of your strength, mon amour!"
"i am!" Canada screamed at the top of his lungs as he began pushing throuhg his contraction, gripping the sides of the pool so fiercely they trembled under his grasp and dug into his fingers unpleasantly but he pushed nonetheless as he gasped for air. His sweet son, his sweet Austynn was currently sitting outside in the snow with his cousins rather than being under the roof with Canada's frantic screaming and he just had to be thankful that his brother was so willing to help him through his labor by watching his son. He still remembered the sympathetic loo that England had gave him when he sat the Canadian sweating, pale faced and biting at his lip. SO many hours ago that was by this point and still it was fresh upon his memory. He clawed at the pool screaming his throat raw as he pushed and pushed with all of his strength as he parted his legs feeling his aching hips protest but this was it this had to be it. He could faintly hear the doctor pronounce the baby was crowning. So close!
He screamed wildly as he pushed and pushed fiercely feeling the baby sliding out of him inch by inch and within moments of the baby crowning there was a rather strange slipping sensation that left the Canadian gasping as he clutched at the pools edge. There was silence for a moment then the screaming wail of an angry infant and the Canadian felt his tears welling at the sound of his baby wailing out so angrily that Canada had to laugh breathlessly as the baby screamed. Then the screaming angry infant was placed in his arms on his bare chest where the baby mewled and wailed loudly as if voicing their displeasure just as Canada had been doing moments ago and he let out a hiccuping sob as he hugged the baby to his chest where they squirmed while wailing their tiny lungs out. It was almost sweet enough to forget the contractions but the ugly twisting pain had him whimpering the contraction radiated through his body like it were pinging from place to place in his body where it radiated outwards making his shoulders tense. Look like his reprieve was over. The doctor too the now mewling infant from Canada in order to clean up in the water and said infant whined and hiccuped out a sob in protest as little arms flailed and legs kicked outwards as if to help voice their displeasure. The Canadian released a bone crunching cry of pain as his head fell backwards as the contraction ripped through him as viciously as how one would rip into paper; it was sudden and sharp inside of him. The awe of his little baby had worn off with the oncoming contractions and he found himself pushing with little prompting from the doctor as he grunted. He gripped the edges of his pool tightly in his hands as t he water sloshed with his movements while the doctor had turned to swaddle the infant in the blanket as they whined after their umbilical cord had been severed.
France accepted the bundle from the doctor only to gasp with delight as he stroked his fingers against the red chubby cheek, caressed the length of their nose and then smiled brilliantly as he kissed the top of Canada's head. "Oh, ma petite fleur, they're beautiful! So beautiful!" Canada smiledu p at France tiredly as he began straining once again gripping the edge of the tub as a long grunt spilled past his lips and his tingers twisted against the edge of the bed as he panted as the baby was produced before his eyes. His baby was lovely, absolutely lovely and their wide blue eyes stared at him curiously now with a small ahoge bouncing out of the crown of two toned blonde hair. France then turned to the doctor who had her eyes trained on the space between Canada's legs. "Is this a boy or girl?"
The doctor looked up then smiled as she gave a fond squeeze to Canada's knees in encouragement as Canada grunted once again which ended in a low throaty groan. "Ah, the first born is a girl! I should 'ave announced that but as you can see the next baby is wanting out as much as their sister did." France smiled with excitement at the thought of the second baby coming as he cuddled the infant to his chest. His daughter. How strange the words were to say and yet he had little time to marvel over the words for Canada was releasing a bone crunching cry of pain as he threw his head backwards. "Don't worry, ! This next baby is coming quickly, that much I can tell. It will be faster than the first I promise!"
"I am so proud of you, mon cheri! You've given us a beautiful little girl!" He leaned down to kiss the sweaty flushed cheek of Canada's and he then kissed the shell of his ear softly as the Canada whimpered softly. "You can do this! Just keep pushing, mon amour! You're doing so well I'm so so proud!" Canada felt his face burning hotly with both the exertion of pushing and the strange pride he felt knowing his fiancee was absolutely proud of him. He was moaning as he squirmed when a knock at the door had the three adults looing towards it as a pair of sky blue eyes appeared and America stuck his head through the space in the door with a hopeful expression on his face. "Ah, Amerique, are you 'ere to see you're little niece?"
"Niece? You had a girl?" America questioned sliding into the room and Canada groaned at having not only having to give birth in front of France and the doctor but now his brother was here too? Could this get more embarrassing for him? He could hear the machine beeping frantically next to him with the oncoming contraction and Canada began gulping air down in heaving breathes that had his chest fluttering upwards then downwards as he shut his eyes and began pushing once again. His teeth ground down fiercely against one another as he growled through them pushing with all of his strength and America made his way around the pool to France who happily handed the whining infant over to the American who laughed happily. "She looks like you, bro! Especially when she looks at me like that, haha!
"Haha very funny!" Canada growled through his teeth as he gripped the edges of the pool fiercely feeling them cut into his fingers and palms as he pushed through the pain the best he could before crying out throwing his head back as he pushed. He eventually had to stop in order to breath the best he could ashe clung to his pool feeling the cool water sloshing around his legs that trembled softly from the exertion his body was being pushed through. When Canada had gone into labor he had been doing nothing menial, just washing the dishes after dinner time when he'd felt a popping sensation from deep inside of him and then liquid running down his legs which was eagerly soaked up by his pants. He'd run to France as he felt his first contraction and he'd been absolutely upset at the thought of giving birth so early at seven months but with the calming words from France and the equally calm call to England and America to come watch Austynn had passed rather rationally.
Canada was yanked from his thoughts when a particularly harsh contraction wracked his body causing him to scream as he pushed through the blinding pain and once again the doctor announced she could begin to see the head coming so slowly, so very slowly. Canada screamed with anger at just how slowly this second child was coming and he began pushing fiercely as he gripped at the pool fiercely as he held his breath before screaming again while he pushed and while he new three people were spouting words of encouragement all that mattered was his own. He wanted nothing but to have this be over. He wanted it over. Birthing was a strain on his body that he hated and as he pushed he gasped for air as he clutched at the pools sharp edges. When France had set up the pool in the guest room Canada had whined that there was going to be much more work to do when it came to cleaning up to which the French man argued that Canada wanted a water birth this time and that the doctor had to be able to see what was going on and the tub was simply too small. He could feel the head crowning as he snarled through his breathes, wanting to rip the hands from his shoulders as he pushed and pushed through his contractions that seemed to be coming continuously at this point and it wasn't until he felt that same strange sliding sensation that he gasped as his body jered to a stillness that it hadn't been in for hours. A sense of calm burst through the him as he slumped backwards and found the hands brushing at his hot cheeks that had tears cascading them towards his chin and he hiccuped a sob. It was over. The high piercing wail that came was a welcomed sound as the doctor laid the baby on his chest.
The bloody little thing was absolutely outraged just like their twin, tiny lungs were working to feed into the howling cries as Canada stroked his hand down the little spine making the baby jerk in his arms before kicking their legs out and Canada felt the flood of love rush through him when he glanced up at his little daughter ersting in America's arms. After a few moments he handed the bloody baby over to the doctor who washed up the baby who wailed angrily throuhg the washing and as the baby's umbilical cord was cut they were then swadled into a blanket the infant was pronounced to be a boy. A boy and girl, a tiny doll set that were both perfect. He could hear his daughter whimpering at her twin's distress but when France accepted the baby the boy calmed slightly but mewled pitifully as if searching for someone. Canada pushed weakly now in order to get the placenta out and he was surprised at how few pushes it too for the thing to slip out of him rather disgustingly but his relief was too strong to worry about when France and America's whispers caught his attention. France handed the boy over to America who accepted him and France then wrapped his arms around Canada's torso in order to help him to his feet where the doctor wrapped a towel around his waist and France then picked up the Canadian. The doctor promised to begin cleaning up for them as France waled across the room with the Canadian in his arms and he stepped out into the hallway with Canada clinging to him as he was waled towards their bedroom, each step slow and the French man grunted under his breath as he made his way slowly towards the bedroom. When they entered the room Canada was grateful to be placed on the bed, flopping against it tiredly as he raised his aching hips up for the towel to be slipped out from underneath him and the fabric was moved over his legs drying them to the best of France's ability. He then struggled to get the Canadian under the blankets and he then looked up at France.
"I want to see them." Canada requested tiredly to which America came waling into the room with his twins in his arms and Canada held his arms out, opening and closing his fists, staring up at France imploringly. After a moment or two of silent saring France nodded and America walked forward and helded placed the twins side by side in France's arms and Canada felt tears welling up in his eyes as he heard America announce that he was getting England and the kids but Canada only barely heard it. He was too busy staring at his twins.
The girl had lovely pale skin lie her mother along with the same two toned blonde hair and the same ahoge that spiraled out of her hair but she had the large blue eyes of her father, rosy lips formed into a pout when he stroked his finger down her nose to tap the tip and turned his attention to his son. THe boy shared the same pale skin as his sister but where his sister shared many similarities with Canada it seemed that the boy shared some similarities with his father when it came to his blonde cap of hair but surprisingly he shared the same shimmering violet irises as his brother and mother. His cheeks were a rosy red from his crying where his sister's were a sweet pink hue and Canada found himself in awe of the beautiful little twins in his arms when he heard the sound of running feet on the floor. He looked up just in time to see Austynn appear in the doorway with Liam behind him by mere seconds and btoh boys looked in hesitantly before Liam pushed Austynn forward towards his mother and Austynn walked in nervously. "Maman? 'ow are they?"
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Come and see your brother and sister." Austynn climbed on the bed next to his exhausted mother but stared with awe down at the babies while Canada looed up to find England walking into the room with Jolene clinging to his hand as she stared at her cousins curiously. Canada smiled then as Liam and Jolene both stood near the bottom of the bed curiously staring at the tops of the babies heads and he gestured with his head for them to climb on the bed as well. "You two can come up and see them too! Come see your new cousins." WIth this little prompting both Liam and Jolene crawled onto the bed next to Austynn where they gawed at the lovely babies in his arms and he smiled at England who was hesitantly gazing at the babies. "You can come look too, England. We're family so they are technically your niece and nephew you too."
"I don't want to overcro- Bloody asshole!" England yelped when his words had cut off by a particularly hard push from America who merely smiled delightedly at the English Nation who then crept forward towards Canada now that he was shoved closer than before and he too a hesitant peek down at the babies in his arms. He then sighed out like he had been holding his breath this whole time and he reached out offering his finger to the little girl who gripped onto it tightly with a strength that had England laughing nervously but he then met Canada's gaze rather bashfully. "You've created some very lovely children, Canada. Good job! They'll no doubt grow into beautiful children just like Austynn." The boy beamed at this and England then tilted his head looking down at the babies. "What are their names?"
Canada looked to France who nodded with a wide smile on his lips and the Canadian blinked groggily but smiled down at the babies in his arms as they stared at him with their large eyes. "The girl will be Poppet Adrianna Bonnefoy and the boy is Henri Oliver Bonnefoy. You wouldn't believe how long it too for us to come up with those names." Canada murmured as he looked at the twijns and he found Henri smiling briefly and he smiled sleepily at his twins. It really had taken quite a long time playing with the names and arranging them over and over again with countless variations but finally they had settled on the names when the right time had come and Canada yawned.
"Alright let's let the twins and Maman rest shall we?" France got out as he then walked around the English man who threw him a glare but Canada didn't protest when the French man plucked the babies from his arms and then leaned in kissing Canada's forehead and once again whispered his praise for the Canadian in French. He then began ushering people out of the room allowing Canada to snuggle down in the bed underneath the blanket as he watched his family wal out one by one through the door and France then smiled at him rather proudly before he too left through the door carrying their twins from the room downstairs for them to no doubt ogle and coo over. Something that Canada would be doing soon enough. His lovely twins. He had never imagined a boy and girl duo in their fantasizing about the twins being boys or girls they'd never imagined having another boy and a girl this time round. He smiled to himself then as he nuzzled his face into the pillow and he knew that if France was so proud of him then he had done something amazing. But Canada himself felt absolutely positively victorious. He'd gotten his twins and all he had to do was rest for now and when he woe he'd be able to ogle and croon to his children as well but for now he just had to get some shut eye. Just for a few minutes.