Prussia- Nine months
"Alfred! You need to bring them to school!" England shouted from Alexander's room where he was changing his diaper, the baby whining in displeasure at this and kicked his legs angrily. His eyes were frustrated, a mirror of England's eyes, and he smiled at his son who just whined in displeasure again.
"I'm getting them ready!" America shouted back as he walked up the stairs to the end of the hall, two doors resting across from each other. One was decorated with fantasy stickers that were new and old, with a little mini poster America helped hang up and the door opposite of it was covered with NASA and other science stickers and little posters. He opened the fantasy decorated door and popped his head in looking at Liam who was struggling to get the cream colored sweater over his white button up and when it popped over his head America smirked.
"Daddy!" Liam whined loudly as he fixed the shirt but it still looked uneven to America who smiled when he looked up at America. His blue eyes, behind his own glasses, were disgruntled and frustrated. "Why didn't you help!"
"You looked like you had it perfectly fine~" America replied but walked in as his son was buttoning the pants and he straightened the sweater and white shirt. He then handed him his little blazer that was a dark purple, unlike the navy blue of elder nations, it was still cute~ He then watched his son slide into it and he moved his hand over his messy caramel blonde hair and pouted. "Here, let me brush it down."
"Fine!" Liam then huffed out looking sleepy and America smiled when he grabbed the brush and moved it through his son's locks of hair until it was all smooth and flat. Shiny almost. "Thank you, Daddy!"
"There's my happy boy~" America cooed as he fought the urge to ruffle his son's neat hair and went for kissing the top of his head. "Now, get your shoes and bag, I'm gonna check on your sister."
"Okay!" Liam smiled brightly when America left the room and shut the door lightly. He laughed quietly to himself, once in the hall, at his son's cute mood swing. He was like his mother, definitely, with the mood swing but like a disgruntled cat after a bath then hours later when it's dry, all happy and whatnot. His son was just like that and it was precious~
"JoJo~" America sang as he opened the NASA covered door and stepped into the messy room that reminded America of his own bedroom when he was young. Jolene had toys thrown around the room, frilly dolls clothes for her Barbies, stuffed animals strewn on the floor with her own clothes on them and some bundles of fabric strewn around, her curtains closed.
She was just as messy as America and it was still adorable even if he knew England wanted to clean her room so bad she had the sort of messy OCD thing he did where even if it looked like a mess to others he knew where everything was and it needed to stay that way. Plus, she was four! She was bound to have a messy room! When he looked at her bed he grinned walking over to it looking down at her raising a brow as his glasses lightly winked in the lamp light. She was on her belly, one leg hitched up high, the other straight, her left hand trapped beneath her chest and right hand tucked her her cheek as her hair tangled up into sharp curls and stuck up messily, drool slick on her hand and chin, a small dark spot on the pillow from it. Her Nantucket ahoge was nearly blended in until he swore he saw it wiggle and smile reaching out shaking her lightly.
"Hey, doll face, time to get up and get to school!" He lightly called to her as she groaned, brows pulling together tightly and her lashes trembled softly as she turned her face into the pillow. "Come on, doll face, don't make me do what Mommy does and open the curtains."
"I'm awake!" She whined out sitting up with her blue eyes irritated like England's when he woke up for some reason. Her cheek was red with little crease marks from the pillow where she'd been sleeping and he smiled. Though she was four years old most humans that age were at home or day care but she was enrolled in kindergarten for even if Nations were small they had a vast intelligence and his daughter was no exception.
"Good, now come on~ Get up so Daddy can help you get ready cause I know you want to wear your sparkly tights~" America playfully poked her forehead until she lightly smiled and sighed like England. Wow, his children were really acting like England this morning~
"Okay," She sighed climbing out of bed shuffling to her closet where the neatness showed from part of her personality that was like England's. She brought a tiny hanger holding her uniform on it to her father and sat on the bed and swung her legs making him sigh.
"You gotta work with me, doll face." America stated as he pulled the uniform off and picked up the small little white button up like Liam's. He watched her huff standing up and, grabbing the end of her night gown, slid it up over her head and threw it on the floor standing there in her underwear. He rolled his eyes lightly like she had seconds ago and grabbed her a new pair of underwear, let her change while closing his eyes, then slid the white shirt on.
"Hey, Daddy?" She asked finally when America was buttoning up the buttons that slid out when he pulled it over her head and hummed in answer. "Why do you like the baby?"
"Are you going to keep calling him the baby? He's five months old, doll face, he's got a name. Liam loves him! Why don't you?" America asked tilting his head looking like a four year old, just like her, as he picked up her pale pink sweater and slid it over her her hand and straightened, the white cuffs of her white shirt poking out. He grabbed her soft violet blazer and helped her step into her dark violet skirt, the whole outfit matching perfectly. He then grabbed her sparkly tights from the dresser and slid them on her, helping her pull them up and when she jumped up she jumped as he slid them up like a pair of pants. He then watched her pick up a pair of black Mary- Jane shoes and her hair still stuck up.
"Because! He's the baby now and everyone loves the baby." She mumbled as he grabbed HER brush, which was glittery green while Liam's was neon blue. He brushed her sunshine blonde hair, identical to her mother's, and he paused as he grabbed ponytails for her. "I want pig-tails!"
"Okay okay!" America smiled but then paused as he parted her hair gently. "You know, doll face, you're special too."
"How?" She asked pouting while her face was out of sight of America's view and her eyes looked down as she held still while he tied one side of her hair up. She really didn't see how she was still special to her Daddy and Mummy..
"Well, for one, you're our only girl now." He thoughtfully stated as he began tying up the other side of her hair softly and made sure they matched before turning her around, squatting down so he was eye level with his daughter. "For two, you're the only one I can call doll face! And you're the second oldest now, so one day Alex will come to you as a little brother to his big sister!"
"Big..Sister?" She said it slowly in a questioning way as her eyes widened so much America swore he could notice faint, lime green flecks in her bright blue eyes. They were faint so you had to get close, like he was, but it made his heart squeeze at it.
"Yup~ Big Sister! You were so jazzed about that but now you don't want to be a big sister anymore." America puffed on cheek out looking like a one sided pout as his eyes met Jolene's when he heard Liam's door open and close as he walked down the hall. He then stood up holding his hand out curling it a few times. "Now, let's get your back pack, put your shoes on and get your lunch from Mommy and head to school~"
She stared at her father's outstretched hand with her same sulky face and then smiled softly looking like her mother when she gave in. She slid her tiny hand in his and looked up at him smiling, her bangs lightly sliding into her face like long pieces of sunlight. "Okay, let's go!"
He then yanked her up making her squeal and he held her on his shoulder, arm keeping her in place as he opened her door, stepped out and began walking down the hall. He gave a light bounce as he smiled. "That's my girl!"
"Did you just growl?" England questioned with laughter as he looked down at Alexander on the floor as he played with the silverware England didn't need anymore but clean and pristine nonetheless. Alexander stared up with wide green eyes and gurgled playfully before making raspberries at him and he laughed again his cheeks warm with a little pink coloring.
He was making his bottle, shaking it thoroughly as Alexander kicked his little legs as he sat up straight. England, of course, didn't notice this while making the bottle and placing it in the warmer until Alexander began whining. He looked down and gasped at the sight of his son sitting up, perfectly fine, a master at it. "Oh my! Look at you, little man! Mummy's so proud of you for sitting up all by yourself!"
Alexander was then all smiles giggling and throwing a spoon when England began considering lunch and walked to his fridge looking inside. He noticed some pizza left from last night when America whined about ordering out and slid it out. He began eating a piece cold and cursed the habit from America but it was good cold. Would've been better warm or hot, but the cold was just as good! He looked down at the sound of another spoon being thrown and swallowed his mouthful as he reached into the fridge and, God save him, grabbed a Coke. He never ate or drank like this but he was by himself so what could it hurt? Then Alexander let out a loud cry as he cracked open the Coke and look down placing everything on the counter and his eyes widened.
Alexander was straining up, cheeks red, frustration shining in his emerald irises as he reached up for England. "Oh, darling! Do you want Mummy?" England asked leaning down to pick him up and Alexander whined impatiently. He scooped him up and the whine changed to a loud, happy squeal and he was all smiles as his little pudgy arms slid around England's neck and held on. "Daddy will be home soon, so Mummy has to eat up his bad junk food before he gets home~"
While speaking to his son the door had opened and closed quietly as America put his keys in the key bowl by the door way and crept to the kitchen and grinned. He watched England hold Alexander, his son's little head on England's shoulder when he smirked and narrowed his eyes. His son found it funny and began laughing as he smiled excitedly and America kept them coming a plan forming perfectly as he smirked and the more Alexander laughed the better. England, however, was curiously eating, the pizza slice of two half eaten and he took a swig of the Coke understanding why it was so addicting.
"Why are you laughing so much?" England asked when his mouth was clear but his own smile formed on his face as he took in his son's laughter and giggles until he turned to look at what he was laughing at his heart stopped and started as he gasped, hand flying up to his chest. "Alfred! You blood wanker!"
"Hiya, baby~" America greeted walking as he looked at the cold pizza and Coke and grinned widely. "Eatin' and drinkin' some of my stash?"
"Tha-That sounds wrong!" England snapped with a guilty blush on his cheeks as he bounced a happy Alexander who twisted in his mother's arms, back straight and torso firm and America clapped lightly at this. Alexander let go of his neck and reached to America making tiny noises until the American plucked his son from England.
"It's fine, baby. Eat what you want, you know I stopped at Mickey D's before I came home so eat all the pizza you want!" America encouraged gesturing to his lover's cold pizza slices and Coke smiling at him and then lifted Alexander above his head. "Oh Alex, my big boy! Look at you~!"
England didn't think of telling him to stop for Alexander was squealing now with joy as he kicked his little legs and his arms flapped. America laughed happily spinning around the kitchen with the baby above his head and he tossed him just a tiny bit making him squeal happily. "Oh, did you hear about Japan and Italy?"
"Yeah!" America nodded tucking Alexander to his chest, the baby giggling joyfully, and looked at England. "I heard Italy finally had a girl and I heard China got a girl too but he's in a coma."
"Poor Japan. I wonder how he's dealing with the baby without China..." England murmured as he leaned against the counter chewing his cold pizza then and took another mouthful of Coke. He didn't know how Japan was doing it without China with him. All he knew is if the same thing happened to America he wouldn't be able to deal with that. He looked at America who was now blowing raspberry's at his son and his son blew them back making England smile softly. "Love?"
"Yeah?" America asked cheerfully looking at his lover who looked at him leaning against the counter. "What's wrong, England?"
"Love, I know you want another baby." He started with America making a small noise in response. "Well...I don't think it should happen."
"Huh?" America was suddenly all attention on England and stepped closer to him. "Baby, don't you want another daughter? Another baby? Alex is five months, sure, but he'll grow just as fast as Liam or JoJo!"
"I know, love, and I've thought about it since you suggested it over the phone." England replied letting his lashes flutter shut briefly then opened his eyes again. "But, love, you make appearances with your president at times, who is rather...um, messed up? Just a bit? And you know everything you are dealing with legally and in the government in your place..."
"What are you saying, Arthur." America sounded cold but England met his eyes, green clashing with blue, when he felt bad for sounding cold but Alexander wiggled against his chest and he stared at his lover.
"I'm saying now isn't the time for a baby. You need to get your shit sorted out before we even consider another baby and...maybe the wedding should wait." England replied just as coldly when he took Alexander from him and then his Coke, tucked in his elbow, and plate of cold pizza. "It's just not the right time."
America felt England brush past and he felt his heart throbbing with the next words but he couldn't stop them from spilling out of his mouth. "If now's not the right time then when? When, Arthur?"
England paused with pain hitting, burning, in his chest like molten lava in his chest. He would've gasped at this but he held it back with Alexander whimpering at this tension, his eyes filling with tears so fast England wondered how and then felt it must be nice to cry that fast. He squeezed the baby and walked away from the kitchen then up the stairs to the bedroom with tears blooming on his lashes. Why does it feel like he and America just broke up? He knows they didn't, it was impossible to break up, but his heart still hurt like they had.