Alexander- Three months old
Poppy and Henri - Four months old
Salvador- Three months old
Fritz- Nine months old
Nikolai- Three months old
Aili- Seven months old
Helena- Two month old
Sunneva- Three months old
Pregnancy~
Prussia- Two months
China - Two months
Italy- Three months
"Daddy! It's muggy!" Jolene whined in the typical way a four year old could, her blue eyes as huffy as her face as America sighed. It was early that morning and thought it was beautiful out for the first time in a month with the temp up to fifty instead of negatives he looked at his sweating daughter. "Do something!"
"I can't do anything, doll face." America sighed as he squatted, wearing sweats but a tank top with the American flag as his daughter stood there in nothing but her shorts she'd put on that day, her daisy shirt no where to be seen. "Where's your shirt?"
"Gone!" She snapped then stomped a foot clenching her fists by her side looking every bit like her mother. It was truly adorable~ "Now, make it cold again! I feel sticky!"
"I can't make it cold, JoJo, you know that. Where's your brother? I'm sure he's handling it better! Come now, don't you want to be like your big brother?" America asked gently as he looked at his daughter who whipped her hair that seemed strangely lanky and dull with her sweat and she pouted. As if hearing and appearing, Liam bounced down the stairs sluggishly, wearing no shirt as well and his glasses slipping down his nose from the sweat that ran down his face and pooled on his nose. He was also pouting as he reached the bottom of the stairs, standing behind Jolene and crossing his arms. America stared at his two shirtless, short clad children and sighed.
"Dad, why is it so hot now?" Liam asked making America straighten up and place his hands on his hips and sigh again.
"It's warming up for two days, you kids need to appreciate it! First you say it's too cold and now it's too hot? Maybe it's time to go back to Mommy's." America sighed as he regarded the choice to bring the kids back here for the rest of winter vacation, Alexander staying behind with England. The snow outside was melting from the warmth and he knew his kids were uncomfortable.
"No! Not yet!" Jolene suddenly yelled bouncing on her toes making him jump and Liam nodded as well. "Mummy doesn't let us play video games or eat McDonald's as much as you! It's fun! But it's to hot!"
"Yeah! I mean, I miss Mommy but it's fun here Dad!" Liam backed up Jolene, pairs of wide blue eyes looking up at America and he sighed. Truth be told, with Alexander bordering on three months he was missing the baby's milestones and he itched to go to England's.
"Don't you miss Mommy? How bout Alex? Daddy misses them a lot~" America cheerfully said when guilt shadowed his kids faces and he shook his head and hands squatting." No no! Don't feel bad! I know you're having fun here, at Daddy's, but I miss Mommy but you don't gotta feel bad!"
"It's just...Mummy is so strict." Jolene mumbled playing with her fingers like England but tears began to gather in her eyes. "But I miss Mummy too."
"So do I. Dad, do you want to go back to Mommy's?" Liam asked tilting his head frowning softly as he fidgeted like America looking up and he sighed for the thousandth time it felt. He wanted England, missed his huffy lover, when he decided.
"I do. But how bout we set up the games, play for a little while, go out to eat and go home to Mommy?" America asked when his children shared looks then beamed up at him. Sure, he knew they liked his slack rules and fun personality but in the end he was there father and he would provide them with what he thought best.
Plus he longed to get home, after all he wanted to ask if England thought on it, them marrying. He hoped, begged, imagined, England saying yes that late date on the beach but he'd said "I need to think" and never talked about it after. He was nineteen, like Canada, but like his brother he was more than eager to settle down and give his children a stable home life of not their parents just dating but married. He wanted his children to have a good home and he, as well, wanted nothing more than the satisfaction of that ring he chose for England to be resting on his ring finger. For eternity.
"Okay!" Jolene finally exclaimed when she took America's hand smiling brightly and Liam too his other hand nodding.
"Let's go! Do we gotta get dressed?" Liam asked tilting his head when America laughed nodding. "Man!"
"I'll go find my shirt!" Jolene burbled happily then let go of America's hand and danced up the stairs her hair bouncing and Liam took off after her making her laugh and a squeal when they got upstairs. He then turned to the living room getting everything cued up when he took his phone out his stomach fluttering and heart giving a light skip. He dialed the number and lifted it to his ear going to the window looking out at the wet, gray world.
"Alfred!" England shouted on the line when it answered and he sounded relieved and yet everything in America danced happily. "Love, what took so long? I was waiting this whole time! You said you would call so I was so close to calling your ass!"
"I'm here, baby. Hey, how's Alexander? I went to Austynn's birthday party, he loved the present you gave him! The twins are turning four months today, did you know that? Alexander is turning three months in what? A week? Two?" America asked as he tilted his head smiling when he heard England's warm laugh.
"Next week ,darling, he'll be three months. He misses you." England said offhandedly when America smiled hearing the unadded words and he leaned against the window. "So how is it there? I saw on the news it's fifty there! Feeling warm? Brave those blizzards alright?"
"Yup! The blizzards were nothing but it's warm for once! The kids miss you, you know!" America cheerfully added blushing, able to do so much more freely than in front of his lover, when he then grinned like a fool not that England could see it. "But I miss you the most~"
"Shut up!" England's laughter shone again making America want to squeal like a teenage girl. "I can't wait to see you again."
"Same. Hey! I was thinking but, um, but what do you think about another kid?" America asked nervously at the silence. "I mean, giving you another girl. I know we have three already, Alexander is only three months and we have to wait but-"
"I don't mind." America blinked rapidly when England spoke and he felt his face burn but happily then as he bounced on his teeth biting into his lower lip for a moment or so.
"Really? So you-you wanna try for another girl?" America asked as he squeezed the phone sounding like a little kid asking for something from Santa. He felt like he was just pumping babies out of England but he wanted nothing more than to have one more. Just one more.
England gave a light laugh then as he shifted the phone, soft gurgles coming faintly that America could hear. "Sure, love. If it makes you happy then-"
"No! I want a baby only if you do!" America shouted then blushing then looked down. "But-But if you don't want to wait then I-I can do it."
"Hav-Have the baby?!" England spluttered then as he listened to this new America. "Love, you have no idea how taxing a baby is! I don't want to put you through that!"
"I'm the hero!" Of course he was! "I can do it! Baby, please have more confidence in me! I love you and I'd love to give you a new baby! Besides, I should try the whole pregnancy thing! I mean look at Prussia! He's having a baby!"
"I know, love, but that's Prussia. That albino idiot can handle much but even I talked with Austria and he believes it'll be hard on Prussia's body. Darling, I don't want you hurting during the pregnancy." England softly said as America sighed out and moved his hand through his hair and looked down at the floor and bit the inside of his cheek gently.
"How bout we talk about it when I come home?" America softly suggested when he pushed from the window and heard the kids thumping down the stairs and he then cleared his throat. "I gotta go, baby, the kids need me."
"Alright." England sounded glum then, soft spoken. "I love you."
"I love you too. Talk to you later."
"Oh Alexander!" England sighed looking down at the little two month old, soon to be three month old, who stared back with large emerald green eyes curiously. England looked at his son then stroked his chubby cheek and held him to his chest and kiss his caramel locks softly and lovingly. It was almost like holding a small America then.
"I miss your father and big sister and brother so much!" England got out on a huffing breath as his lashes lowered and Alexander just yawned cutely, adorably, as he rested against his mother's chest. His phone, laying on the coffee table now, was silent and he frowned gently feeling his brows coming together tightly. It'd been close to two, three hours since he'd last talked to America and yet his thoughts were heavy as he held Alexander.
Could America truly handle a baby? He didn't think so as the American was always loud and complained on something, the nine months of pregnancy and the symptoms would be hell for the American. Hell, he was so public, showy and he made appearances with his new president that a pregnancy just wasn't good at this moment. He'd love love to have another daughter but there was so many cons right now in their lives that he couldn't see having another child working at all. He squeezed Alexander just lightly, barely there, making him squeak lightly as he gurgled lightly.
"I wish I knew what goes through your father's head." England whispered softly as he looked out the window when Alexander yawned then whined as his stomach gurgled lightly. "Oh, darling, are you hungry? Mummy will make you a bottle~"
He turned on his heel padding to the kitchen, lightly bouncing Alexander who looked up, managing to get his tiny fingers in his mouth and suck on them causing drool to coat his chin in a thin coat and he smiled as the drool was lightly getting on his own shirt. Which wasn't really his, it was one of America's, but he wore his own jeans and he walked into the kitchen as he began to one handed make Alexander's bottle and pop it in the warmer, turning it on and smiled with pride. He then lifted Alexander up, just above his face slightly, the baby's green eyes wide at the new height and view as England smiled and the baby lightly wiggled then. He had managed to do a light spin when the front door slammed open.
"Mummy! We're home!" He gasped at the voice with thumping steps when a small blonde blur slammed into him and threw their arms around his hips making him smile. Jolene looked up at him, blue eyes shining, her smile wide and her eyes happy then to see him and, yes, even Alexander.
"Oh my baby girl! What are you doing here?" England questioned happily bending down to hug the small girl tightly, her small face fitting in the space between his neck and shoulder, like she was a small piece of his body that was meant to be there and he smiled stroking her long blonde hair. "Is it time for a trim, darling?"
"Maybe!" Jolene stated easily as she giggled but hugged onto him tightly when the bottle warmer beeped lightly. England straightened up smiling as he grabbed the bottle, putting the nipple on and got Alexander eating in seconds. "Daddy brought us home! He said he missed you!"
"Oh did he?" England asked raising a brow when America seemed to stroll in, whistling softly, hands behind his back grinning. He looked like total doofus but in the end that was his doofus.
"Hello, my love!" America sang happily grinning looking like a much younger teenager,glasses glinting, as he held out a bouquet of roses stretching them out to England who actually gasped.
"Oh, love!" England gasped happily much like he had when Jolene ran in and he squeezed Alexander lightly as the baby gulped his formula happily. "I can't take it right now but that's beautiful! Put it in a vase!"
"I shall I shall!" America replied walking in grabbing the flower vase from the top of the fridge where England kept it and stepped to the sink, right next but against England's back as he filled the vase and turned to the table to plop in at least six of the twelve roses of the bouquet in the vase and held the other six. "I got a plan for these ones~"
"Oh?" England asked cocking a hip raising a brow as he smiled easily and America hummed. "What of the, um, children?"
"I'm not that much of a child!" Jolene, and yes, even Liam protested together with wide blue eyes but America smirked at his kids and used his free hand to ruffle their respective heads of hair.
"Ah but you are and Uncle Prussia is gonna come and get ya~ You're gonna have a play date with him!" America informed them then wiggled a brow at England who giggled and turned his focus on Alexander who was gulping less and less frequently and with less speed.
"When will he be here?" Liam asked with excitement as he nudged his glasses up his nose and bounced on his toes, his eyes glimmering with his excitement at seeing Prussia. The albino had to be the little boy's favorite person in this entire world, next to Denmark and his actual relative Uncle.
"Well he was already coming when I called so he'll be here in maybe forty-five minutes? He said he was visiting Mattie so he shouldn't be long~" America then patted his kids heads and looked at England with a nod. "So stick down here with Mom seeing as I got something to do but Uncle Prussia will be here before you know it!"
"Okay!" The kids chirped together when America nodded and turned leaving the kitchen then thumped up the stairs as England smiled, his cheeks flushed with his happiness as Alexander began to nod off cutely.
"I'm happy they're home~" England whispered as Liam and Jolene bickered in the living room over what channel to watch on the tv while he burped Alexander, put the near empty bottle in the sink and lightly rocked back and forth with his son on his shoulder. Forty-five minutes, huh? He wondered, as he looked up curiously at the thumps upstairs, wondering what exactly his lover was doing up there and shrugged.
He walked to the living room deciding to sit down on the couch only for Liam and Jolene to scramble up on the couch and sit against his sides as they settled on a Disney channel, both resting their heads on his side and he smiled and relaxed into the couch. He wasn't sure what the show was about but time seemed to slip away for him as he relaxed with his children resting against his sides and loosely holding his shirt as they all stretched out nearly ready for naps when knocks on the door sounded making Liam and Jolene burst up.
"Uncle Prussia's here! We're leaving Daddy!" Liam screamed with Jolene shrieking joyfully, sounding like her father, as they pulled their shoes on then kissed England's cheek. "Bye, Mom! We'll be home soon!"
"Mhmm!" Jolene nodded cutely as she kissed her mother's other cheek and they were gone, the door opening and shutting with England sitting there, Alexander snoring cutely on his chest he stood up when the thumping from upstairs stopped and he decided now was the time to put Alexander down. He groaned as he stood up and walked out of the living room to the front hall and the stairs only to notice red petals on the stairs. He climbed up them and muttered wordlessly to himself before forming actual words.
"What has your idiot father done now?" England asked to no one in particular as he smiled to himself anyhow, cheeks growing hot as he looked down as he walked up them and reached the top. He walked to the nursery putting his son in his little bassinet, then exited shutting the door. He turned to the petals that, from the top of the stairs, turned to their bedroom and he chuckled moving a hand through his hair as his green eyes glowed with warmth as he walked following the petals again. He paused in front of the door smiling to himself then grabbed the door knob and twisted, pushing the door open walking in and laughed lightly.
"You cheesy romantic you!" England breathed when America, still clad in his sweats, stood with his arms open laughing slightly with him. He wore no shirt, his stomach and chest bare for England's visual pleasure, America's glasses were no where in sigh and his hair was lightly messed up from moving his fingers through it and he had flower petals on the bed and around them, the empty stems in the trash and he looked sheepish.
"Well, I wanted the sexy sex and I wanted it to be romantic instead of being all caveman, dragging you to the bedroom and having wild caveman sex!" America laughed helplessly as his cheeks actually turned red before England's eyes, something he didn't see much, when his cheeks warmed again and he shut the door walking forward, his bare feet sinking on the carpet softly as he too the steps so he was right in front of America and looked up. He smiled reaching up curling his arms around his shoulders and rested his cheek on his bare chest and closed his eyes.
"You truly are a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" England asked as he then pulled back to look up at him.
"I am. Arthur, I've waited forever for your answer now and this is coming out of the blue, but God I want to know. Will you marry me, Arthur Kirkland?" America asked with playful desperation that was true in his blue eyes. "My stomach is in knots, dude, I need to know. Let me down easy if you don't want too and-and we'll continue on as lovers, boyfriends if you want to use the word, but I just want to know as I'm never more sure of this decision than anything in my long life and-"
"It's okay, love!" England assured him laughing softly as he looked up at him, brows pushed together giving him a sweetly helpless look as greens met blues. "It's okay, I..I've thought it through, deeply and surely. I've considered every aspect and I think my answer is there now."
"Really?" America squeaked the word then blushed when England chuckled reaching up stroking the red cheek that turned into his palm as America's caramel colored lashes slid shut.
"Really." England chuckled as he stroked his thumb against America's cheekbone softly, sweetly and took a breath looking at the American, a soft smile on his lips. "So here it is. I, Arthur Kirkland, personification of England and United Kingdom, graciously and happily, say yes to marrying you Alfred F. Jones."
America looked at England, opening his eyes as his lips trembled and his cheeks burned but he did the one thing England expected of him and smiled widely with him unable to help himself. America fell to his knees, threw his hands up in balled fists of victory as a huge grin curled on his trembling lips and he actually laughed as he screamed. "Yes!"
"Give me the bloody ring, you idiot!" England laughed at the screaming yes of victory and America scrambled then grin never moving as he reached into the bedside table and grabbed the black box after tossing the tube of lube on the bed smirking and wiggling his brows that England laughed at. America opened the black velvet box and pulled the bright shimmering silver band out and when England held his left hand out he slid it on his ring finger.
"Now," America stood up putting the box down and slid his arms around England's waist, grinning like a fool. England raised a brow in response. "Shall we make the sweet, beautifully sexy lovemaking sex?"
"I don't think I've ever heard sex referred as lovemaking and sex in the same sentence before!" England chuckled as he then slid his arms around his neck and loved the warm flesh under his palms as he was pulled tight to his chest. "But yes, love, we may make the sweet beautifully sexy lovemaking sex~"