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"Do you want some of Mama's potato salad?" Iceland asked Sunneva, who kicked her feet playfully in her new high chair and looked up at her mother with wide light brown eyes. He held out some soft, easy to eat potato salad, being sure there was nothing she could possibly choke on and her head tilted.

She then beamed clapping her hands happily. "Ja!" She squealed with joy, loving her new word and Iceland smiled at this. He'd never hid his accent and Sunneva, while her vocabulary expanded from Mama, Baba, Ja, Food, pety (pretty), birdy, kitty and toy, picked up easily on Icelandic.

"Here!" He brought the spoon closer and she ate it happily, he loved she hate her food neatly now. She swallowed and opened her mouth again waving her hands giggling. "You like it?"

She seemed to think then squealed out another "Ja!" and he laughed. This repeated until his salad was gone, him taking large bites in between, Sunneva demanding more to be shoveled in her mouth in safe sized bites. He stood up when it was gone, Sunneva appearing full and he put the bowl in the plate washing it off then putting it in the dish strainer and then turned to the high tray, pulling it away from the table making her squeal happily and wave her hands. He pulled her tray out and unbuckled her then hefted her into his arms happily, rubbing her cheek against his and she giggled, enjoying the feel.

"Alright! You go and play while Mama cleans up the kitchen," Iceland lightly, playfully, ordered his daughter as he walked to the living room where her toys were strewn about and the tv murmured a cartoon of hers she adored, and plopped her down on her feet and she looked up at him with her wide light brown eyes, her silver-brown brown hair growing out now for her bangs to frame her face.

He turned after giving her a little nudge and she caught sight of the TV, squealed, and ran in the room happily. Towards the tv in actuality. He smiled at the sight of her bobbing then to a song that came on in the cartoon and he turned back to the kitchen when his phone shrilled loudly and made him twitch. God, he'd have to change that. He let it ring, assuming it was Denmark to tell him something stupid or to be invited to some family function that he couldn't go to right that moment. Then it rang again, giving him another little start, and he reached out picking it up.

"Ja, hello? Iceland sighed out leaning his pelvis against the counter, crossing his left arm over his chest and tucked it in his right armpit. He honestly didn't have time for this right now he had to clean up the kitchen for when Hong Kong came home from visiting with China and there was so muc-

" ? Did you hear me correctly? Your lab results just came in." The nurse, a soft spoke woman he'd met once when he was pregnant with Sunneva, tried speaking louder and Iceland blinked into the here and now, sighing loudly.

"What's with the lab results? Is it the flu or something?" Iceland demanded letting his eyes rover over the kitchen and listened to Sunneva's loud happy giggles in the living room and blinked a few times, sighing out.

"You're not sick with the flu." The nurse replied, the flipping of papers came, and he squinted lightly. "Um, you're, uh, pregnant. Yeah! Pregnant, you're labs for that came back positive. Congratulations!"

What? What? Iceland dropped the phone which clattered loudly but didn't break, thank god, but Iceland heard the nurse talking insistently but Iceland, for the life of him couldn't pick that phone back up. No. No way. No pregnancies, everyone else could push out as many of those as they wanted but he wasn't going to have one. No no no. Sunneva was enough, she was more than enough, no more babies. Nope nope nope.

He was aware of the hang up and he listened to that dial tone, the one that matched the static in his head and he heard light pattering feet run into the room. He stared down at the phone, his eyes wide when a soft tapping on his finger tips got his attention and he looked down to see large light brown eyes staring up at him. She tilted her head curiously and tried pulling on his fingers. "Mama?"

"I'm okay, baby. Mama's okay." He finally got out squatting, picking up his phone and ran his hand over her hair in the same second smiling. Nope, there was no way he was pregnant. After all they used a condom for Christs sake! How the hell could he be pregnant?

"You're pregnant?!" Norway squawked over the line and Iceland grimaced softly pulling the phone away from his ear. Sunneva was napping on the living room floor which he hadn't know of until he just walked in.

And bam. There she was sprawled out with her hand as a pillow smooshing her cheek as her tiny back rose and fell with her breathes. He decided to leave her until he finished his call, after all she was like her father and woke up when moved when she first fell asleep. After ten minutes it was safe to move her. He pulled his gaze from Sunneva to focus on his brother squawking about the safes of safe sex and condoms and protection yada yada yada.

"Uh huh, I get it already, Norway!" Iceland finally snapped with irritation flowing through his chest and making his eye twitch softly in response. "I only called to tell you cause I couldn't deal with it anymore! I don't know how to tell Hong Kong and better yet I have no clue if I even want this baby!"

Norway was silent before speaking slowly and softly. "Are...are you thinking of getting an abortion, Iceland?"

Iceland's eyes widened when he heard the severity of his brother's slow speaking tone and he blinked a few times when cold seeped in his stomach. Abortion? "Abortion?" He repeated his thoughts like an idiot, eyes wide, hand tightening on the phone.

"Yes, you idiot!" Norway suddenly shouted surprising them both as Norway never shouted like that. "Are you thinking of getting an abortion!?"

Iceland heard the car outside, as familiar as his own heartbeat and he looked at his lap rubbing his palm against his thigh nervously as he took a breath. "Look, I have to go. I need to get Sunneva in bed for her nap. I'll talk to you later."

"Iceland-" Click. He put his phone in his pocket, reached down and scooped up his slacked daughter and was lightly running up the stairs to her bedroom just as Hong Kong entered the front door and let it shut behind him with a soft bang. He rushed down to her bedroom, her bassinet long replaced with a crib and he carefully laid her down. He then paused to take a moment to stare down at his daughter despite his panic beating at him.

Sunneva was easily beautiful, her skin retaining that same pale coloring of the Nordics, her lashes long like his own but her cheeks were a soft red like highlights in her pale skin. Her hair was definitely growing past the nape of her neck and still that same beautiful silver brown that'd she'd had since she was born and that made him increasingly happy. From the soft cape of hair she'd had to this now he was truly happy the color stuck and wondered, if in the future, her hair would turn completely brown or silver when she got big. He also wondered if she would be like him or like Hong Kong but one thing was for certain she'd definitely be hiding her emotions much like her father. He heard the creak of the stairs and stopped from his marveling to rush to the bedroom with Hong Kong's eyes locking onto him the moment he appeared at the top of the stairs and Iceland was rushing into the bedroom. He still couldn't believe he was pregnant let alone tell Hong Kong that.

"Emil-!" Hong Kong started when Iceland slammed the door shut and locked it, actions he was just as surprised at as Hong Kong. He knocked on the door but Iceland moved away from it to sit on the bed, his heart slamming against his chest. He'd promised, he and Hong Kong, that they wouldn't have anymore kids for a good, long while and here it was all for nothing. Well, babies were unexpected and condoms worked ninety nine percent of the time but he didn't recall when they didn't use a condom or when it bro- Oh shit. "Emil, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine!" Iceland shouted back when he covered his face with his hands cursing everything in a soft moan before speaking in a normal voice. "I'll be out in a little while, I just needed to be alone for a few moments!"

"Alright, well I'll get the preparations for dinner ready so I can start cooking since it'll take a while. I'll see you downstairs when you're ready to come out." Hong Kong stated in such a way that Iceland actually felt like he was being lectured by his boyfriend and he felt like Sunneva must when she was told not to put the fuzzy pacifier she would find under the couch in her mouth. He listened to Hong Kong walk away, his footsteps quieter and quieter until there was just silence that nearly strangled him with the intensity of it. He stood up silently, or as silent as he could, and crept to the door trying to unlock it as quietly as possible.

How was it this whole thing felt so cliche? He didn't know but he creaked the door open just a fraction of an inch and was jumping back when the door slammed open and barely missed hitting him bodily and he stumbled back. Hong Kong stood there, his face blank but his eyes on fire it seemed and Iceland squeaked before he could stop himself and rushed to stand on the bed. He had no idea why the hell he did that but he stood on the bed, moving back to the pillows and head frame as Hong Kong advanced into the room to the edge of the bed and stared up at Iceland, light brown irises met wide violet irises. What do you say in a situation like this? Is there anything to say?

"What the hell are you doing?" Hong Kong asked in that calm voice but Iceland knew it was a demand and he blinked rapidly at his boyfriend. "What was with this little stunt of trying to avoid me? What's going on with you now?"

Iceland stared at him with wide eyes before he quickly turned and went on the offense glaring at his boyfriend jabbing his finger at him with an accusation burning in his eyes. "What's going on with me is your fault for buying thin, shitty condoms! That's whats wrong with me!"

"How does that have anything to do with that?" Hong Kong asked again in that demanding way now and held his hands out, palms up, his brows coming together tightly staring at Iceland who had a fierce blush on his cheeks as he shuffled and glared at him. "How? What does it have to do with anything, Emil."

"You knocked me up! I didn't want to tell you! I don't want another baby right now but there you go walking in three weeks ago proclaiming those thin condoms work just as good as regular ones but you, being the fucking idiot you are, didn't protect such thin condoms would break so easily!" Iceland shouted at his boyfriend, his hands flying up in the air then to go straight, stiff and flat to gesture at Hong Kong, his violet eyes hot with anger. "But it broke and now look where we are! The same boat we were in with Sunneva, you idiot!"

Hong Kong blinked a few times then opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He did this again before actual words came out. "You're...pregnant?"

"Yes!" Iceland shrieked at the top of his lungs, aware he was getting dramatic and hysterical to the point anger was taking everything over and making him act out of character. But htere it was. Like some stupid, shitty fanfiction plot he'd blurted his pregnancy in a fit of anger like it was a weapon or leverage. He felt the anger writhing in his veins but his energy was slowly draining like water out of a bathtub. He jerked when Hong Kong jumped on the bed surprising him and surprising him again when he was pulled into a tight hug and his anger seemed to just pause.

"I'm not going to apologize because I was thinking of having another baby." Hong Kong mumbled into his hair and squeezed him a little tighter. "But I do apologize for getting cheap, thin condoms. If you want an..an abortion then we can go get one right now."

Iceland blinked feeling that cold seeping into his stomach as his hands reached up to push Hong Kong back, his violet eyes hard. "What is it with you and Norway suggesting an abortion? What the utter fuck?"

Hong Kong blinked at Iceland like he was stupid and he grabbed his boyfriend's shoulders and shook him just hard enough to make his head lightly shake forward and backward. "Emil! If you do not want this baby an abortion is where most women go! And you're no exception! If you decide you don't want this baby a week from now we'll go and get an abortion for you. It's all up to you, Emil, because you don't seem very happy about this baby. But then again you were the same way when we found out about Sunneva and a week later you loved her more than anything you claimed. Maybe this will be the same thing." Hong Kong then took a deep breath and let it out. "If you want to think on it then you can. Just...give it a week at least. Like with Sunneva."

And with that he climbed off the bed leaving this cold space between them and Iceland watched Hong Kong leave the room and shut the door behind him. He then let his body fold in on itself and he landed on his knees and bounced seeing as he was on the bed. An abortion. Could he do it? Would he do it? Should he? He gritted his teeth then laid out on his still very flat belly and closed his eyes, brows pulling together tightly as he held the blanket in his hand tightly. The should, could and would were circling like three yellow jackets that just came out of their nest just to sting him repeatedly and he was feeling sick from the effects. He opened his mouth when he realized his jaw ached from the intensity of how tight he'd been clenching it. He then yawned and kept his eyes shut, his brows still pulled tight together and he rolled onto his back, the blanket soft on his bare feet and his arms as he'd worn a short sleeve today, and put his hand on his flat belly. A week. He'd give it a week and make a decision, for better or for worse he'd make one dammit.