When England had gotten pregnant the first time he had been surprised. When the male Nations began getting pregnant with one another England had sworn that he would be careful and refused to have unprotected sex with his boyfriend at the time but clearly life had other plans for him. When he'd been pregnant with William it had been a breeze; there had hardly been much morning sickness and he'd been rather blissful during his pregnancy with his eldest son and he'd found that he was delighted in the movements and the baby kicking at him happily. His pregnancy had only gotten unbearable in the second half for he had wanted nothing more than to see his son and the waiting would drive anyone batty but when he gave birth to William it was like his life had clicked together to see the tiny America look-alike resting in his arms. He'd showered his son with hours and days of affection whenever he possible and yet when he became pregnant with Jolene he found that that pregnancy was completely different. When he was pregnant with Jolene he'd had the worst morning sickness he'd ever experienced and his mood swung far wilder than they had with William and England had been absolutely taken aback at how different his two pregnancies had been. Even now he balked at the vast differences between his pregnancies for this third pregnancy seemed to be like any other pregnancy. It wasn't smooth sailing like it had been with William and it wasn't the hardcore sickness as what he'd had with Jolene but rather it seemed to seem some balance of the two rather than being one or the other. England adored the baby already but at six months he was quite eager to see his baby.

England paused in his knitting to stroke his large belly with a smile on his lips and America, catching the movement, smiled as he turned from his video game for a moment to watch the sight of the English Nation happily stroking his bump. Already they had two names picked out; Eliza if it was to be a girl or Alexander if it was a boy. Both names were absolutely beautiful and while America was hoping for it to be a girl in there England had his mother's instinct that the baby would be a boy. A beautiful, bouncing baby boy that would resemble his big brother and father. He patted his belly comfortingly as the baby within punched out against England's palm as if displeased that the hand was there to begin with and the English Nation giggled at the little lump that popped up on his belly from the force of the punch. Already the baby was displaying the strength of their father and while it made every hit or kick uncomfortable the English Nation was too wrapped up in the awe of the movements to find pain or even discomfort with the movements. "Love, you should perhaps save that game of yours and get on with getting dressed if you want to attend the appointment."

"Don't worry, babe, all I gotta do is get my shoes on and I'll be ready!" America replied with a wide smirk as his fingers flew over the game pad and the analog stick with vigor that displayed itself as excitement in those sky blue eyes as he leaned forward towards the edge of the couch as if he could physically crawl into the video game. The sound of gun fire rang out along with screams of zombies filling the air making England roll his eyes as he set back to knitting the little green bootie happily and the metal clicked together gently as he knitted. There was nothing England loved more than creating the perfect little booties for babies; an assortment of colors like a rainbow is what he created but mostly he color coded them for the days of the week so he could keep track of things. He had knitted an array of colors for the twins which Canada was grateful for and so now that he had finished up with the twins he planned on making an array of colors for his own baby this time round and he found himself excited at the prospect of making his child a plushie. Something that they could snuggle with at night.

"What type of stuffie should I make for our baby? Something that would be perfect!" England then thoughtfully stared into space for a moment or two while he thought on just what would be the best animal to make when England felt a fierce kick that had him gasping. It robbed him of his very breath it seemed as the radiating pain had him clutching his stomach feeling America's eyes on him and the English Nation gasped as another fierce kick radiated throuhg him causing him to double over slightly with a groan. This reminded him of his pregnancy with Jolene; the girl had inherited America's strength and had kicked in such a manner but this had him gasping, taken aback. It HAD been four years since he dealt with an infant with the strength of their father but the shock of it still robbed him of breath. He felt hands on his shoulders which he tried in vain to shrug off as the game before him was paused and England took a few deep calming breathes before he managed to smile thinly at America. "It's fine, love. Just some strong kick's. I swear this baby is going to be even stronger than you!"

"I doubt that, babe, but maybe we should mention this to the doctor. I don't want you hurting." America brushed the back of his fingers down the length of England's cheek making blonde lashes flutter downwards shyly as a blush rushed up to England's cheeks and America leaned in closely to the other Nation. His breath tickled his cheek making the English Nation look up shyly before smiling gently as the discomfort that had been radiating through him seemed to settle along with the baby. He would never blame the baby as there was no reason to blame the child for their strength for it's not like they asked for it to begin with and it was simply a matter of genetics that gifted the baby their strength. America reached out placing his hand on England's bump curving his hand against the roundness of England's stomach with a smile on his lips as he kissed England's cheek making the man jump as if electrocuted. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am!" England replied then flicked his eyes to the clock when he shivered at the kiss pressed to the slope of his neck, an area that gave way to his shoulder and he felt his cheeks burn self consciously as he looked down at his lap. "We've got to get ready for the appointment, Alfred. Come now, let's get ready!" He pushed the American away making him laugh against his palms as he covered his mouth pushing at him before squeezing past him standing to hi sfeet and removing his hands from America's face now that he was a safe distance away. He drummed his fingers against his belly feeling a spark of excitement. He waddled over to the door where his boots were and to the best of his ability he crammed his feet into them and wiggled his feet around as he then grabbed his coat and slipped it on zipping it up then grabbing his red scarf wrapping it around his throat. America was saving his game with quiet mumblings to himself as England plucked the car keys off of the wall. "I'm driving."

America looked up from turning the tv off with a wide eyed loo that had him looking positively young and he then pouted. "What? Why?"

"Because you can hardly remember which side of the road to drive on!" England snapped as he jiggled the keys in his hand then turned to the door pulling it open allowing frigid air to wash through the room like a fresh breath being exhaled into a room that had once been stagnant. "I'll be outside in the car getting it warm so don't take too long, love." England then stepped out onto the porch shutting the door behind him with a firm thump and began making his way down the walkway towards his car with a hum leaving his throat as he cheerfully spun the keys on his finger and used the keypad to unlock the doors from a distance and smiled at the beep the car made.

He walked around the car to the drivers side tugging the door open and sliding inside then slamming the door behind him as he huffed a breath between his frigid hands before sticking the key into the ignition. He turned the key bringing the car to life as it rumbled softly and he fiddled with the temperature control until hot air began blasting throuhg the vents making him sigh out delightedly as he slumped backwards in his seat as he stared out the window at the house. When England had discovered he was pregnant for the third time they had sworn to one another that they wouldn't find out the gender no matter how tempting it was but now here they were off rushing to see what the gender of the baby was. See, neither England or America cared what the g ender was. They didn't care if it was a boy or girl, they had their names picked out in the event it was a boy or girl but it didn't matter to them just what the gender was because the health of the baby was what mattered the most to them. While England hoped it would be a boy and America hoped it would be a girl that would give Poppy a run for her money, England just wanted his baby to be healthy. He smiled as he caressed his stomach and pressed a palm against his stomach as he hummed to himself quietly in time to the music that was playing on the radio station. He'd have to remind America that Sealand was coming with Ladonia to visit and that accommodations would be made for the young couple in the guest bedroom. England didn't mind that they were coming to stay for a while but he couldn't help but wonder what the plan was for the birth of their child but he was still just fine with the young couple coming to visit. He didn't see his brother every day after all.

He still couldn't believe that not only did his brother hit a growth spurt but that he also was having a baby with someone. It was almost unbelievable when he thought about it and he had to be honest with himself in that he'd never imagined that Sealand was the type to top anyone. England sighed softly as the baby began wriggling around inside of him curiously as if impatient of waiting for America. The sound of the door slamming had the English Nation looking up curiously before grabbing his seatbelt and bringing it across his chest buckling in and smiling as America skidded on a patch of ice that had his arms windmilling. He scowled when he noticed England smirking and giggling to himself at the silliness of the American's movements and the American pulled open his door sliding in. "Don't laugh at me. I nearly broke my damn neck on that ice! How did you not slip on it?"

"I'm just lucky! Now let's get this appointment over with, shall we?" England replied cheerfully as he adjusted his mirror then put the car into reverse backing down the driveway then pulling out on the dirt road. It bounced the car due to the dirt road being a touch uneven but it was this part that England so adored when he drove and he smirked widely when America gripped the handle above his head like the car ride was something to fear. He honestly, in that moment, couldn't wait to see what the gender of the baby would be. He had to admit that while he was hoping for another son there was the idea that another girl couldn't possibly hurt but his main hope was for his original option. He stroked his stomach with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel and felt that burst of excitement inside of him that was echoed by the baby nudging him softly as if they were also sharing in their mother's delight.

It was always satisfying to tell America "I told you so" but there was something even more satisfying about it due to the fact that England's mothering instincts had been absolutely right after all this time. When they had entered the doctors office America was making silly bets with the nurses and the doctor himself that it would be a girl while England had kept insisting that he already knew the gender due to his instincts but the American refused to listen. When the doctor performed the scan England had been holding his breath for them to see what the gender would be only to howl with delight when the doctor announced the news that put a pout on America's face. They had created yet another bouncing baby boy. England was doing all it took to keep from bouncing in his seat on the way home from the doctors office but the joy that he felt was absolutely overwhelming and made his fingers quiver lightly as he drove. Once he got into the house he had taken up his knitting with a fury that even surprised America who had been gawking more at the English Nation than at his video game. England couldn't wait to tell his son and daughter the good news about the baby though he wondered if Jolene would appreciate such news given that she resented no longer being the baby but England figured she'd enjo ybeing the only girl. He wondered just what that did to a girl who was born into a family of a male dominant family but he pushed it away for his daughter was perfect just as she was. One thing England couldn't stop was touching his belly whenever he had a spare moment. He was proud, far beyond proud at making yet another perfect son for them to love and he smiled to himself each time his fingers brushed his stomach.

"If you keep sitting there and smiling like that I'm going to have you put into a loony bin I swear to god." England looked up from his knitting then to beam at his lover delightedly while the other suckled on a lollipop that he'd snagged from the doctors cup on the way out and the English Nation had merely rolled his eyes at the time. America was focused on his game but clearly he had looked over enough times that he noticed the quiet little smile on England's face which seemed to grow larger depending on the amount of joy that shone in his chest. "Like that! You're smiling in a weirdly psychotic way! Is it because you're going to put this kid to competition with Henri? Or because you're going to rub it in France's face that you're having another boy and that I was wrong?"

"Both. Clearly our son will be the perfect little angel!" He then smirked as he leaned towards America and nudged him lightly. "And a little cousin rivalry has never hurt anyone. If it develops between Henri and Alexander then who are we to comment on it? A little rivalry has never hurt anyone and it wouldn't hurt now between the boys." England felt a jolt of happiness go throuhg him once he said his son's name, a name that rolled off of his tongue so easily that he smiled widely to himself as he pressed his hand against his bump. "Three more months to go! I can't believe that it's only three months away and then we'll be meeting this little cutie. Who do you think he's going to look like?"

America seemed to think for a few moments rather than blurting out the first thing that entered his head and England was surprised by how deep in thought the American seemed to be. America's brow wrinkled slightly as his sky blue eyes stared intently at the tv like he was willing the thing to move or to burst into flames under the weight of his gaze but then they lightened from their seriousness and he turned to England with a sparkle to his eyes. "I think that this new kid will take after you this time. After two kids that look like me it would be a nice change of pace if this new baby looked like you." He then paused his game leaning over to brush his lips against England's cheek causing a weak blush to bloom beneath his lips and England looked up from his knitting. "I'm glad that I can still make you blush."

"Of course you can! It's not that difficult." England replied playfully as he placed his little bootie down on the table closest to the couch arm and placed his hands on his stomach knotting his fingers together as he tipped his face upwards towards America's. "Though I find it quite charming that sometimes all I have to do is give you look and you're blushing just like-" The shrill ringing of the phone cut off England's words and America hopped up with a red face of his own as he rushed for the phone leaving England alone on the couch with a sigh on his lips. Just who could be calling? He could hear mumbled conversation then the sound of the phone being hung up on the wall making England's head tilt to the side as he looked up to find America walking back into the room. "Who was that?"

"Oh just some telemarketer." America replied with a shrug of his shoulders when he smirked at the English Nation who was happily looking over the almost finished green bootie and America tilted his head to the side. "I'm surprised you didn't make them bunny shaped so you could have them match your slippers." England blinked at the idea and looked up at America who shrugged yet again but this time the smile on his lips was wide and warm. "I figured you'd do something cute like that for the baby once he's here but I find the idea of our kid having a pair of slippers just like yours would be absolutely adorable. Why not make them that flying bunny that you say you see? Give him that to cuddle with."

England gasped delightedly as he clasped the green bootie to his chest and smiled brightly at America. "Oh, love, that's an amazing idea! I would never have thought of that! I was going to settle on a bear or a unicorn but Flying Mint Bunny as a plush would be a perfect cuddle toy! You can be quite brilliant, you know that?" England smiled at the pink hue that crawled into America's cheeks as he adjusted his glasses on his nose and England placed the bootie down and held his arms upwards as he tilted his own head to the side. "Carry me upstairs? I want to take a nap so I can start fresh on the plush! And, maybe, I can afford to give you a little cuddle."

"Oh you can maybe afford too? You're so romantic." America snorted as he spoke but his sky blue eye sparkled with amusement and he reached out for England, hooking one arm around his waist and the other underneath his knees before scooping him up. England initially squeaked as he was picked up but he clung onto America fiercely nearly choking the poor man but he ignored it as he rushed for the stairs. He felt the baby kick at England's side which was pressed firmly against his own body and he laughed as he climbed the stairs. "We sure do have an active kid don't we?"

"Of course we do! You're the man that can never sit still." England joked as he clung onto America who kept a strong but firm grip on the man in his arms and the two of them made their way to the bedroom together with the English Nation glancing at the pictures lining his walls. So many pictures he had of his children growing, school pictures hanging proudly on his walls and the sight of his children smiling at him had him softly smiling to himself as his heart ached. He truly did miss his children terribly but he knew that in four months they'd be reunited with the children in America's Homeland for the summer. Why spend a wet summer in England when they could visit the most exciting places in America's Homeland? England hummed quietly as the baby punched at him as if trying to tell him that he wasn't alone in his thoughts.

When they entered the bedroom England found himself yawning rather largely making his jaw ache and making tears pop up in his eyes from the intensity of his yawn which was strangely echoed by America who blushed at the English Nation's look. "What? Your yawns are freaking contagious. Besides I wouldn't mind napping with you at the moment." He looked away shyly at this as he placed England down on the bed then crawled from across his feet to plop down right next to the English Nation who watched America with greedy, delighted eyes as he curled an arm around his shoulders.

"Then let's nap." England murmured as he curled up on his side with the baby nudging him wildly as if they were objecting to the idea of a nap but England's arm tightened around America's shoulders as their foreheads came together. The little pocket of air between them was filled with the warmth of their combining breathes but the English man found his lashes fluttering shut as he yawned largely yet again causing his eyes to water with tears and he snuggled down into the bed and his lover. There was nothing he loved more than a nice, good nap with his lover. He tilted his head down so his forehead pressed against his cheek instead when a third yawn broke free and he found himself cuddling as close as possible to his lover that his stomach would allow and the baby kicked as if expressing himself already. The two of them settled down with America placing his glasses on the bedside table and the sky blue of his eyes robbed him of breath as he opened his eyes briefly to watch that strong arm stretch upwards and across him. He loved the feel of America's arm around his waist, holding him fiercely to him and England tucked his face into his throat sighing out happily. A baby boy. There family would be complete and he was excited, ecstatic, at the thought of another little America in his arms. It was all he wanted.