Norway was positively huge. He felt lie he was navigating around a wrecking ball whenever he was walking and it didn't help that the rest of his family treated him like he was a bomb about to go pop and explode all over the house. Seven months wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world but he was rather huge for seven months pregnant and Denmark had even joked about the baby being twins rather than a singular baby and the Norwegian about strangled the man at the mere thought. He was so big that he found t hat the room left inside of him was adequate space for the baby within that kept punching and kicking at his ribs and pelvis like whoever was inside wanted out right that instant and was angry that they weren't ready yet. Norway's pregnancy had progressed rather beautifully and while he had to admit he couldn't wait to get this kid out of him there was a part of him that absolutely adored the movements and adored being nudged in the middle of the night when he was lying awake in Denmark's arms. It was like having a little person nudging and never letting you feel truly alone. It was hard to feel alone in his body when he had a baby that was nudging, kicking and punching him constantly. Norway loved standing in his kitchen to cook breakfast because that was when the baby seemed to be the most active. Like they were waking up for the day and the smell of breakfast was either the most delightful thing Norway had smelled or the most revolting but either way to feel the baby stretching their little limbs out inside of him was a unique sort of sensation. He wasn't hating the pregnancy as some thought he should, like his brother, but with Iceland worrying about his own three month bump there was little to worry about when it came to his own active child.

Ah, his brother. He never thought that when he offered to help him through the pregnancy that his brother would practically move in. When they came to visit that day and Iceland asked for Norway's help through the pregnancy the Norwegian never ever thought that his brother would all but move in and consult him about every little thing that came to the pregnancy. It was almost like whining at this point but the Icelandic Nation held much worry in his system for some reason and Norway could only do so much to soothe the man's worry or anxiety when it cropped up. It didn't help that Norway was " nesting" as they called it and was fussing with the house whenever possible making his sons and husband already batty even battier. Nothing seemed perfect to Norway no matter what he did and no matter how many outlets he covered up or corners he covered with foam or the baby gates that rattled at the stairs even though the baby wouldn't be mobile for months and months. Then there was the baby room. God he must have gone over that room a million times and still he pouted when he tested the durability of the mattress resting within the crib and always went throuhg the diapers in their drawers along with the onesies and clothing that Denmark was actively bringing home from work every day but everything felt off somehow. He couldn't place his finger on it but as he sat in the rocking chair in the baby's room he stroked his hand down his large stomach as he glanced around the baby's room with a rather attentive gaze as he heard his boys downstairs laughing and roughhousing if the thuds were anything to go by. There was something MISSING from the room and he couldn't pin his finger on the idea but as he sat there rocking in the chair he forced himself to his feet with a hand on his stomach as the baby kicked feverishly at his hand as if to knock it off.

He knew eventually he'd have to have a talk with his brother about him staying here but the man looed so happy to be here sometimes that the Norwegian felt the words dry up on his tongue each time he would go to talk to the Icelandic Nation. It was as if each time he was set up to say something the Icelandic Nation would turn to him with his bright violet eyes and a sparkle to them that wasn't usually seen by many people and there was a joy in his face when he interacted with his nephews that wasn't there before. Oh, there was fear to Iceland when he wasn't speaking and there was a fear in those violet eyes that would flare itself like a cobra and there was little anyone could say that would make the fear dissipate. Norway groaned to himself as he stretched his arms out in front of him when he felt that all too familiar cramping in his hips that was no doubt from sitting in the chair for much too long and he exited the room stepping into the hallway when he gasped at an ugly spearing pain that twisted inside of him as if intent on scooping his very organs from his body. He bent at the waist as he clutched at the doorframe gasping in a breath that came wildly and shallowly as the pain lurched inside of him making him shout out loudly interrupting the shouts he heard from downstairs and he stumbled forward catching himself on the wall across from the nursery. This pain, where did it come from? He had been feeling pain all week long but it had never been this bad. It had been present but the doctor had told him it was nothing to worry about. That this was normal. Moments ago when it had been mere cramping he had been warned was usual in the pregnancy for Braxton Hick's contractions could start as early as seven months but this pain was far from a Braxton Hicks. It was an ugly pain that twisted from the very bottom of his stomach all the way to the top.

It felt like when he had stretched outwards that something inside of him had ripped. Like something inside of him had been waiting to rip or rupture but it just depended on the timing. He felt a clammy sweat forming on his brow as feet rushed up the stairs and there he was, his little brother, reaching out for him. There was worry flaring in his violet eyes as his hands fluttered around his clammy face and then rested against his upper back rubbing between his shoulder blades as if to bring some sense of comfort. "Nor, what's wrong? What's going on? Is it the baby? Jia call Denmark! I got to get my brother to the hospital! He has to get there now! Keep the boys in the living room, they don't need to see this!" The commanding tone of Iceland's was new but when he looed down at his feet he was surprise to see a tiny little puddle by the heel of his foot that was a deep rich red and he blinked slowly.

"Is...That's mine?" Norway got out dazedly when his brother wrapped his arms around his shoulders ushering him towards the stairs when another wave of pain crumbled throuhg him making him shout out again with the pain tugging tight at his vocal cords and the Icelandic Nation struggled to keep Norway on his feet. What was going on? What was happening? He could feel a chewing pain that was throbbing inside of him as the baby kicked frantically and he could feel the pants of his pajama's clinging to his thighs but what was happening? Was he miscarrying? Was that possible at seven months? His breath began to rasp in and out of his lungs as he was ushered down the stairs, rushed out the door with Iceland snagging the car keys on his way out and began escorting the Norwegian down the walk way when he blinked. "Where are my shoes? Why didn't you let me get my shoes on? Why didn't YOU get shoes on?"

"No time! Just come on, let's get you into the car and to the hospital. Don't worry, Jia will watch the boys and he's calling Denmark now I bet!" Iceland squeezed his shoulders as they made their way down the snowy walkway towards the drive way and the Norway cried out as another wave of pain ripped throuhg him feeling more like the baby was trying to claw their way out of him and he had to lean against the driver's side for a moment as the pain rippled throuhg him. It chewed, it ate, it devoured his nerve endings leaving him prickling with the pain that radiated from the top of his head down to his toes that were tingling themselves from the frigid cold but Iceland began tugging him around the car even when he cried out at each step that sizzled throuhg him. It was as if he were being stabbed in the stomach with each step he took, a punishment he hadn't been aware that he was being subjected too and he felt the tight hand on his shoulder and he gasped in a breath that came out in a billow of gray air. "Don't worry, Nor, I'll make sure you're okay! I'm sure they'll help you!"

"Just get me there! Get me there!" Norway ordered on a gasp as the car unlocked with a universal click and the passenger door was ripped open and through gritted teeth the Norwegian climbed into the car and he howled when the pain crescendoed in his stomach, almost as if it were a mockery of contractions only this was vicious and angry. Like an animal backed into a corner. It was ruthless and it tore throuhg the Norwegian as he slid his feet into place and the door was slammed shut behind him when he placed a hand on his stomach. The baby wasn't moving nearly as much as they had been moments ago and Norway felt a cold fear grip at his heart as it pounded in his chest but he looked over at his brother as he slid into place slamming the door behind him. He jammed the keys into the ignition and the Norwegian felt tears filling his eyes. "I'm losing them! I'm going to lose them aren't I?"

"No! Don't worry! I'm going to g et you there and you'll see that this is just some thing and that the baby is okay!" Iceland stuttered over his words as he threw the car into reverse and began reversing out of the driveway quicker than should be allowed but the Norwegian wanted to scream at him to go faster, faster but he held the screams back as the Icelandic Nation pulled out onto the street and hit the gas making the car lurch forward while the tires screamed against the road. Norway was struggling to take deep breathes as the pain throbbed from within him and continued eating outwards as though he were going to die from the pain alone and he felt his stomach clench tightly forcing him to roll the window down. He found himself vomiting out the window so violently that even he was surprised by the intensity of it. When he was able to slump back in the seat he felt his head spinning wildly as he looked up at the ceiling of the car wishing they could go faster. "Nor? Nor, are you okay?"

"We're dying!" He croaked out as the lights flashed past them in a streak of color and he groaned resting his hands on his stomach feeling a weave movement beneath them but it was obvious the baby was losing their strength as Norway groaned throwing his head back. Would they make it? Would it be too late? He had no clue but he had no real reasoning as to how his life had gone downhill so damn fast. One moment he was sitting in the rocking chair feeling the baby within kicking wildly underneath his hands as he fussed with the nursery around him and the next moment he was in a world of clawing pain that he wished would take one break in it's assault. He screamed when the pain racketed upwards like gasoline being squirted onto a fire and he reached down clawing at his belly as the baby within seemed to jerk within with the same alarm Norway felt and he threw himself backwards against the seat. "Hurry, hurry! Hurry, Emil! Please hurry!"

"We're almost there! I promise we're almost there!" Iceland shouted back over his brother's screams as he inched his foot on the gas pedal and the lights streaking by made little sense to Norway as he clutched at his handle above his head now and left one hand on his large belly and he groaned feeling his stomach twist with nausea. He knew there was little to bring up but as he sat there in the car he couldn't help fearing for his life, for his baby's life, and as he writhed in his seat he screamed loudly pounding his knuckles up against the roof of the car. Iceland turned his wide violet eyes to him for a brief moment before turning back to the road and Norway wondered how fast Denmark would get to the hospital, if he could just run out of work but Norway really did hope that his husband would make it. He hoped his baby would make it. He was scared by the movements and he was scared by the pain that was gnawing at him fiercely. He just had to make it there, just a little longer did he have to hold on. Just a little more and he'd be okay and the baby would be okay. Just a little bit longer.

It was quiet in the hospital room. The machine next to him was beeping quietly, his eyes were riveted to the bag hanging by his side that was steadily dripping fluids into his veins and his eyes slowly moved downward to his arm where two IV's sat piercing the pale blue veins beneath. Iceland was curled up in the window seat in what appeared to be a deep sleep, the night having taken it's toll on him and Norway found his gaze leaving the bruising of his inner elbow to stare up at the ceiling above him. Where was Denmark? When Norway was brought in for surgery Iceland had called out that he would make sure that Denmark would be there by the time he got out but that had been an a handful of hours ago. Was Denmark at home? Norway wanted so badly to call home, to speak to the boys and assure them that all was fine now but he couldn't find his voice at the moment. It was as if the drugs they had given him paralyzed his very vocal cords or something to that effect for he couldn't find a single word that made him want to speak up. Was it the shock? Norway's gaze slid from the ceiling to his stomach. His swollen, empty stomach. What Norway hadn't realized when he stood out of that rocking chair was that he had been in a very delicate position when it came to his placenta; it would seem that while it hadn't torn before it was ready to tear from the womb wall all together and something about his movements had caused the placenta to rip away from the womb wall inside of him and the weak movements he'd felt had been his baby reacting to the sudden drop in oxygen. Norway wasn't given the chance to naturally birth the child for it was a matter of right that second to get that child out and so they did just that. They gave him a C-Section and he'd been allowed all of five seconds to see his son.

He'd been small and screaming his heart out, his tufts of hair were plastered against his head with blood and his eyes were screwed up tightly as were the fists to his chest as he wriggled against Norway's chest but then the baby was whisked away for tests to be done on the infant to make sure that he was alright. Norway was, after all, at seven months pregnant. While there wasn't as many health problems as he was two months away from his due date there was something about knowing that his baby was marked as a premature infant made his heart ache fiercely for his tiny son. Norway felt the longing throb from his chest to the very tips of his fingers and toes causing them to curl slightly from the longing that hummed throuhg his veins; a reaction that he'd always felt with his sons from how tiny they'd been. But this baby was tinier. Delicate. Norway looked to the door willing Denmark to come swinging throuhg like he would if he were at home but the silence that dragged on hurt his heart more than if he had been left alone with the Danish man. He knew he should be sleeping, should have been under longer but some part of him was absolutely restless as he laid there in the bed like cut up and aching doll. He wanted to scream and rage for his husband but as he laid there staring at his swollen tummy he knew it would do very little to demand for his husband in that moment and he rationally knew that Denmark was without a doubt with their sons. There was a light rapping on the door which then creaked open revealing the nurse standing there with her scrubs in a rather interesting state of rumples and disarray but she smiled brilliantly when she noticed Norway gazing at her. It was if her very hope was that he'd be awake.

" , would you care for some visitors?" Visitors? It was nearly midnight! Just who the hell could be visiting?

"Mama!" Abel squeezed past the nurse rushing into the room and threw himself onto the bed climbing up to sit on his legs, dull blue eyes wide and glistening with tears as he reached forward planting his hands on either side of Norway's hips and leaned his head forward until it pressed against his chest. "Oh, Mama! I'm so glad that you're okay! When you and Onkel Emil ran out of here I got really scared! Was it the baby? Is the baby going to show up?" Abel raised his head after Norway finished peppering it with kisses and the young boy then looked down at his swollen belly and then to his brother who was standing beside the bed also staring at his swollen stomach. "Mama, where is the baby now? Who does he look like?"

"Yes, Who does he look like?" Denmark perked up with a smile on his lips as he walked around the bed to sit next to the only free arm Norway had and too his hand pressing their forearms together as his thumb traced his knuckles. There was a great warmth that came with the casual touch and Norway sighed softly as Sven carefully too his mother's hand and Norway squeezed it gently. He enjoyed the warmth surrounding him, unaware of just how cold he felt and he lifted his gaze to his husband's beloved face and Denmark winked at the Norwegian playfully as he squeezed his fingers lightly. The warmth in those blue eyes truly warmed Norway's chest as he squeezed the hand back."How are you doing, min kære?"

"I'm fine." He replied before looking to the nurse in the doorway and before he could stop himself he was speaking again. "Could I possibly see the baby? Have they finished the tests on him?" His voice was high strung and worried but the Norwegian couldn't help it. The last time he'd seen his son his stomach was cut open and his baby was wailing the walls of the hospital down it seemed and that was the one and only memory he had to hold close to his heart in that moment. He wanted to hold his son, wanted to see just who it was that he looked like and he wanted to run his fingers throuhg his tuft of hair like he did with his other sons and he wanted more than anything for it to happen now. But at he watched the nurse disappear he looed to his husband again while Iceland continued snoring delicately by the window. "What took you so long to get here?"

"Well I didn't get the call until I went on break so by the time you were in surgery I was rushing home to make sure that the boys and Hong Kong were alright. Then the boys refused to go to bed no matter what I did so they're bound to be tired in the morning but they insisted on coming to see you tonight." Denmark then breathed out a sigh of relief as he squeezed Norway's hand tightly making the man blush in embarrassment as the thumb traced over the bumps and ridges of his knuckles. "I was able to take the boys to see their brother though. He-"

"Was really small!" Abel jumped in shouting the words rousing Iceland from his sleep but the boy threw his hands out then moved them into a cradle position as he rocked his arms and smiled brilliantly. "He's small, Mama! But he looks like you! He has this one tube goin' up to his nose which looked weird but Papa said that was to help the baby breath better and help give him a boost. Is that true, Mama?" The boy cocked his head to the side looking at his mother curiously and Norway blinked at this news when there was another quiet rap on the door and the nurse reappeared only this time she dragged a clear plastic bassinet with her and Abel squealed. "That's him! That's him, Mama!"

The nurse smiled as Norway sat up straighter eagerly as he peered at the clear bassinet and even Iceland drifted closer to the bed with curiosity burning in his violet eyes and Norway fought to keep from bouncing in his seat when the nurse dipped her hands into the clear bassinet and lifted a wriggling bundle from the bassinet. There was a clear tube connecting to his face that Abel had questioned over and soon enough -finally, finally- the baby was placed into his arms. It was as good as coming home after a long day or a hot drink after being in the cold. Resting in his arms was by far the most perfect child he'd ever had the honor of seeing; he had a tuft of blonde hair sticking up fluffily like it had been washed recently and his large blue eyes looked up at him curiously. The tube was attached to his nose, stretched across his pink cheeks with delicate little strips of tape to keep it in place and unbelievable he did look like him. He had his nose, his ears, the shape of his eyes and unbelievable the arch of his eyebrows he possessed all looked like Norway and yet his coloring matched Denmark's to a T. It was true that when a mother held a child they'd been expecting that sometimes the magic of the moment made their child the most precious thing on the planet and that was something Norway himself had felt twice before but this time he knew it. He had the most perfect son alive and he was going to be just fine. He just knew it.