Splendid Happenstance
AmericaxEngland
Warnings for Mpreg, and also the rating might go up in later chapters!
America stared blankly at England.
"Um... What?" He choked out.
"I think I'm... p-pregnant." England studied his hands, as to avoid all possible eye contact with his boyfriend.
America just kept staring.
Stage One: Denial.
"No way, that's impossible," America thought to himself.
Stage Two: Treat it as a joke.
America chuckled, "I think you're reading too much into those health website symptoms. You missed the fact that you have to be female to-"
"I know that, idiot! I really think I'm pregnant, though. I mean, we're not really human, so maybe it really it might be possible! It hasn't happened in a while, but I know of nations getting pregnant..." England started picking at the cuticles on his fingers.
Stage Three: It actually is a joke.
"You're fucking with me, right? Seriously?" America laughed, "Really this is kind of hilarious, but kind of odd too. I wouldn't have gone with this for a prank, but you really had my heart racing for a second there."
England finally raised his eyes from his hands and stared straight at America.
"I'm pregnant."
His tone was calm and straightforward, leaving no doubt that he was completely serious.
Stage Four: Oh shit.
America for once was truly at a loss for words. What do you say to your boyfriend who thinks he's pregnant?
He studied England, who was visibly shaken and obviously upset, practically on the verge of a meltdown. America's wheels started turning. England had all the symptoms to be pregnant, right? He had been complaining of achiness and cramps earlier for a while, and he had been constantly exhausted at the end of every day, even though his lifestyle hadn't changed at all. And of course, there was the nausea. Every pregnancy is different, but those were the basic early symptoms that America knew off the top of his head.
America kept staring at England, who had gone back to staring intently at his hands. Even if he really had just worked himself up into an unnecessary panic, it still would not be wise to blow England's claim off right now; not with the way he was obviously internally freaking out.
"How sure are you? Like, on a scale of one to ten, how sure are you that you're pregnant?" America inquired.
"A hundred. I'm without a doubt." England deadpanned.
Stage Five: Acceptance.
There was a pause. A moment of complete and total silence where England swore his heart stopped.
"Well then," America's mouth split open into a wide smile, "I can't believe I'm going to be a Father!"
England smiled and looked up again. America's eyes were welling up with tears.
"I swear, sweet pea, I will be the best Father possible to our child. Right here and now, I promise that to you."
England started to tear up too, "Oh God please stop that! Now you've got me all worked up!" His voice cracked as he laughed, trying not to cry.
America started bawling, but managed to laugh through his tears, "I'm sorry! I can't help it!" America stood up from his chair, "Come here, give me a hug," he said as he wrapped England up in his arms. He buried his face in England's neck as he tried to calm down, but before he knew it, England had returned the hug and was joining him in crying.
Together they stood there, nation to nation, and between them, something special.
Finally, they had managed to calm down enough to sit back down. America took a hold of England's hand.
"How did this happen? I mean, well, you know. I know how it happened, well sort of but not really, but why? This shouldn't be possible."
England shrugged and wiped his eyes with his free hand, "I'm not sure. Like I said, I've heard of nation's being pregnant before, but it hasn't happened in a while. I really didn't know it was possible for male nations to become pregnant, but I guess that's what happens when you don't have enough female nations," he speculated.
"Well, you know what? I don't care. I couldn't be happier right now," America said, "I love you, Arthur."
Smiling, England replied, "I love you too. Even if you're everything I'm not and different than me in so many ways, I swear we're a match made in heaven. I couldn't ask for a better partner," He leaned over and gave America a quick peck on the lips.
"Damnit, Arthur!" America said, grinning, his eyes filling up with tears again, "I had just gotten myself all calmed down and everything!"
"I'm honestly glad you took this all so well," England remarked.
"So, what do we do now? We weren't expecting this, so we're totally unprepared. I guess we need to start getting a room ready? And get all the supplies?" America asked.
"I guess so," England said smiling.
So they left it at that. America made sure England was all settled on the couch and then he made him some tea. They enjoyed the rest of the evening drinking tea, even America, and watching football, even England. They enjoyed some leftovers from last night's dinner. England even laughed at all of America's corny jokes. Both were content, and ultimately bursting with excitement for what was promised to come.
"ALFRED! I need you right now! I can't do this alone!" England shouted from the former guest bedroom.
America ran in with the extra rolling paint brush.
"Jeez! Calm down! I'm right here!" he said, waving the rolling brush over his head.
"You were taking too long" England muttered as he continued to roll his brush over the area of the wall in front of him.
"Sorry the other one fell apart into a million pieces and that you seem to like hiding your stuff in unimaginable places..."
It had taken a lot of debating, but they decided getting an early start on the baby's room would be the best thing to do. The small guestroom was rather dusty and run down looking; nobody had stayed there in a while. Not to mention, the grey walls desperately were in need of a new, brighter paint job.
America joined England on his side of the wall. Running the rolling brush through the paint bin, helping paint the final wall a cream yellow. After about three hours of painting, they were finally done.
After England took a shower, he came in, announcing they were out of soap and that he needed to run down to the store and get some.
"Why do you need to run to the store? I mean you know you're gonna get fat anyways right?" America blatantly stated.
"I'm not running so I won't get fat, I'm running because I need to get some fresh air." England retorted.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go or you know take a car or something?" America asked, not wanting England to over work himself.
"No, no ." England smiled, "I'd rather you not coddle me, plus exercise is a good activity while you're carrying, and I'm only going to the bus stop."
He looked American up and down, "Not to mention you're literally covered head to toe in paint."
America looked down at himself. England was right.
"Well, I'll just start cleaning up the mess then. You go down to town," America told England, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Gah! You're going to get paint all over me!" He complained, wiping his cheek and backing away.
America smiled mischievously, "I'm gonna get you all dirty!" Stepping towards him, raising his arms toward England.
England faked a look of pure comical horror and started to run away. America giggled and chased after him with his arms wide open.
"Rawr! I'm the Paint Monster! Fear me!" America bellowed, chasing England in circles around the living room, "Get ready to be totally and completely filthy!"
"You were always horrible at dirty talk!" England yelled back at him.
"Take that back! You know I'm damn sexy!"
England was soon backed into a wall. He whipped around and raised his arms in front of his face in protection.
"Now you're trapped," the Paint Monster proclaimed. Raising his hands up and wiggling his finger like he was tickling the air, America closed in on the kill.
"Argg! Just let me get my wallet!" England pleaded, shielding his face and pointing to the table next to the door, where his wallet sat waiting patiently for him.
"Not before you give the dreaded Paint Monster a kiss before you leave!" America giggled.
England stepped forward and kissed America deeply.
"Is that good enough for Mr. Paint Monster?" He smirked after he had stepped back, one of his shapely eyebrows going up in question.
America faked contemplation for a second, "Mmmm I suppose so. The Paint Monster loves kisses from handsome gentlemen," he threw his arms up, "I release you! Don't take too long in town, I'm going to start dinner soon."
Shaking his head in disbelief, England walked over to the table, grabbed his wallet, and opened the door.
"I love youuuu, Sweetie-Pieeeee!" America called out waving goodbye.
"I love you, too," England replied, closing the door after him.
England smiled softly to himself and he walked to the front of their yard. America was such a child sometimes, but it was truly amazing how he brought the child out of England also.
Somehow, America had been the only one able to get England to really let go off his stiff attitude and behavior. He had always been able to relax in the presence of America, even when America had been an energetic toddler and England was practically an old man who had been civilized for hundreds of years.
It was probably because America wasn't a nation he had known for a millennium. One who didn't expect him to act like a perfect polished gentleman, he was simply a young whippersnapper who was unexposed to culture, manners, and proper etiquette.
Though he had tried to install his lessons into America as he grew older, England could never break the blatant immaturity out of him. To this day he still basically acted like the child England had met all those years ago.
Of course he had gone through different stages. Different, dark stages. England had thought he'd never reconnect with America again. Their relationship had been ripped apart and stomped on by his greed and America's rebellious, free spirit; he had believed the special bond they shared would never again be possible.
Who would have guessed years later America would have emerged, a bright shining example for all to see? It had regrettably taken two wars to drag America out of the shell he and his leaders had crafted for him, but America was once again exposed to the world, and England felt closer to him than he'd felt in years. Eventually, it snowballed and developed into more than just former brothers, more than just friends, and now more than just boyfriends.
Walking down the dirt roadway to the bus stop, England watched a family of unicorns make their way over a faraway hill. He wondered what would be the next step in his and America's relationship. Really, they were now completely inseparable now. Connected to each other, they now walked hand and hand together.
England had entirely opened up himself to America. He had been terrified to do so, unable to stop himself as he quickly fell head over heels, but America was so perfect, so wonderful, that even if England's feelings weren't returned, it was all worth it just to hear his wonderful, unique laugh.
Just to watch America's face melt into that smile each and every time he noticed England approached him would send electric currents through England's body each time.
Even if America would be disgusted to realize his former Father figure had a crush on him, even if he spat in England's face and told him off, even if he stomped all over England's heart and soul, it was worth it.
It was all worth it because it was America. He could handle it.
What England didn't know how to handle was the night they were having dinner over America's house, when America stopped midsentence, leaned towards him, and kissed England. Even though he had lived thousands of years, that memory will never, ever leave him. America had leaned back afterwards, biting his lip nervously, profusely apologizing, so unsure of what he had just done. England had just gawked at him, his brain disconnecting for a second. He had then reached over. Grabbing America's shoulders, he pulled him in, and passionately kissed him.
Since then, England had become completely bound to America. If America decided to cheat, beat, or leave him, England wasn't sure if he would be the same. He would still be able to stand up and walk away, but he would be forever numb. No longer fully there, but still walking around, attempting to recollect the pieces of himself America had smashed.
Reaching the bus stop, England looked at his watch, noting that he had missed the bus by five minutes, and that he would now have to wait another hour. Sitting down on the bench, he prepared himself for the long wait.
England couldn't read America's mind, but England prayed that he was just as in love with him as he was in love with America. It crushed him to imagine he wasn't. Terrified to truly love another for the first time, England was a man obsessed. He had thought him suddenly becoming pregnant would drive America away, the forever immortal child who ran from responsibility, but it had only seemed to bring them closer together than ever before.
Watching clouds in the sky start to roll over the sun and darken, England hoped it wouldn't rain.
He hadn't brought an umbrella.
(A.N.: omg Chapter 2! This fic is up and rollin! I'm really starting to get the feel of this fic but if anyone has any ideas message or leave a comment I'm open to just about anything 3 :D thanks to those that reviewed:
Imposter- For whatever reason, I had my pervy face on while reading this. O.O
Anyway, this is very well written. I can't wait until the next chapter.
-Thank you! :D lol and having a perv face while reading fanfics is totally understandable haha even more so when writing themಥ⌣ಥ. But yush I will keep you waiting no more as you see the nect chapter is up3 Hope you liked it!
EvanescenceAngel- My sister and I love it! :D
It's funny at the same time as serious... IT'S LIKE AMA-ZA-ZING.
-OMG your sister reads fanfics with you? Where can I get one of those? And thank you3 I;m not a very serious person so I like to add humor to things like this (ﾟヮﾟ)
AnimalLover15- Dude! I love this story already :D I also thought that it was really sweet when Alfred was thinking about Arthur being really important to him :)
Thank you~! And yeah Al is just a real sweet heart inside I know it! (≧ロ≦)
Catzi- *Grabs your shoulders and starts shaking you very fast* WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? D: How could you possibly just leave it at a cliffhanger like that? *Let's go of you only to sulk in Tamaki's emo corner* You're so mean. ._.
-STOP SHAKING MEEEEEE! (((( ;ﾟДﾟ))) And lol click hangers the best! Keeps you on the edge and junk…Noooo don't sulk anymore you can see that the nexter chapter is up! BE happeeee
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