Splendid Happenstance
AmericaxEngland
Warnings for Mpreg, and also the rating might go up in later chapters!
America had washed as much of the paint off him as he could from the kitchen sink and put his shoes outside to deal with later. He picked up the paint tarp they'd laid down in the former guest room and rolled it up, careful not to get any paint on the hardwood floor. After that he closed up the paint cans and put them away in the top of the tool cabinet in the basement. Walking back into the newly painted room, America did a 360, observing the fantastic job they had done.
Quite honestly, America was excited. He couldn't wait to be a Father, and he'd been imagining all he would do with his and England's child. America would make sure England wouldn't force his sewing hobbies on the poor kid after all he didn't want him to turn into some pansy child, but America was sure he would make sure they knew about baseball and all the other necessities needed to survive. Lying down on the couch, America stretched out and prepared for a nap before he started dinner.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. America got up off the couch and went to answer the door.
Sitting on the bus, England still managed to obsess. Although he had figured out quickly enough what was wrong with him, they still hadn't been able to exactly pinpoint exactly when he had gotten pregnant. And although America had badgered him about it, England still refused to schedule a doctor's appointment. He couldn't make himself do it, at least not yet; it was too embarrassing.
Looking out the window, England noted that it had started to rain lightly. A young woman with a toddler get on the bus and sit a couple seats in front of him; he watched them. The little girl was rambling on in an excited high pitched voice about the ducks she had apparently just seen. The young Mother smiled kindly and nodded, already used to the mindless talking that children did. She was beautiful too, England noted. Motherhood had given her a less of a perfect figure, but she still carried herself with grace and confidence. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a lazy half bun and her face, while still young, was full of wisdom. She continued to smile as she pulled her daughter's coloring book and crayons out of her bag and gave them to her, laughing at something her child had said.
For the first time, England placed his hand over his stomach. He couldn't feel anything, not yet, but just knowing, just the knowledge that something was there was beautiful and perfect enough. He smiled as he closed his eyes as he thought about what was to come. All the special events they would have to remember, the good and the bad they would go through, the difficulty of balancing a child and his duties to his country.
That's something he hadn't thought of. How was he going to explain to the entire world about his child? There wasn't going to be a world meeting for months, but he would still be pregnant by the next one. How would he be able to walk in there with a full, round stomach and avoid any kind of confrontation? And when he actually had the child, would he look like America and England? When the time came, would he be too flustered and embarrassed to tell the world he had been pregnant? That he and America had a child now?
England noticed a couple fairies floating around at the top of the bus and nodded, greeting them. They waved back and flew over to the little girl. She noticed them floating above her and she giggled. Pulling on her Mother's sleeve, she pointed at them and attempted to show her them. Her Mother simply turned to her and smiled, before turning back and looking out the window at the sprawling English countryside. The girl stopped bothering her Mother and continued to watch the fairies in awe and they sprinkled some glitter on her.
That's something England really hoped their child got from him; his ability to see that which others couldn't. All children had the ability to see, hell, even America and Canada had had the ability to see the fairies in their garden or the sirens lying on the ocean's shores. It was only when they reached around seven or eight, had they stopped seeing. It's the same for all kids, and England would have no idea until their child reached that age either, but it would be fantastic to have someone else (besides Norway, who rarely mentioned anything he saw) who had the same sight he did. Then maybe everyone would stop calling him crazy. Or maybe everyone world call his child a loon just like him, the impure bastards.
The bus pulled up to England's stop, so he got off along with the woman and her child. Smiling and nodding to the Mother, she smiled back and they walked in separate directions.
Gathering himself together, he made his way to the small little grocery store he liked to shop at. After picking up the shampoo and paying for it, England decided it was time to head home. He sat down to wait for the bus and prepared for the long wait to home, hoping it wouldn't take forever; he was starving and feeling really achy.
"Finally," England mumbled aloud as he opening the gate in front of his and America's cottage. The bus had taken an hour and a half alone just to pick him up at the stop. Luckily, the rest had moved pretty smoothly, but by now he was famished and his entire body was sore. England needed a nap, pronto. Opening and closing the door, England called out that he was home. America came sprinting out of the side hallway.
"Hey, I wasn't expecting you back so soon," America said, openly and obviously nervous. England stared at him for a few seconds.
"America, the whole trip took over three hours. That isn't soon at all," He stated bluntly, confused about what America was so flustered about.
"I know that," America said, a little too quickly. England just kept staring. He shook his head in confusion. He was in no way in the mood for this.
Taking his shoes off and putting the shopping bag down, England looked over to America, "So, what's for dinner?" he asked.
America visibly calmed down a bit and grinned, "Wasn't feeling creative, sorry. We're having spaghetti."
England smiled back, "Good enough for me. At this moment, I'm so hungry I would eat canned unicorn meat."
Snickering, America turned back into the hallway to the kitchen to get the table ready for dinner.
"And then she says, 'I left tit behind the bush!" America snorted. England chuckled and blushed slightly at the inappropriateness of the joke; he wasn't drunk enough for this. Wrapping some spaghetti around his fork, England then questioned America's ethics.
America sputtered, "B-but, it was funny! You laughed!" England smirked.
"Hey I have a question," England brought up, "You know how I'm pregnant, right."
"No. Tell me about it, "America said. Shooting him a look, England continued.
"Well, since they're going to both of us, what are they going to be? All the examples I know of where nations have children, it was because of a newly discovered place or a where they both shared some land. We have no land together. Any clue?"
America wolfed down a piece of bread, "I have no idea," he said, shrugging.
"I haven't found new land, maybe you have, though?"
"No, no. I'd feel it if someone had," America shot down.
"Well, could it be our bosses have been talking something out without telling us. They've done stuff like that before," England suggested.
"That might be it," America nodded.
Both had finished their dinners. Picking up the plates, England started to clear the table. As he carried the dishes into the kitchen, he noticed something. Something he hadn't seen before. Placing the plates on the counter, he bent down examining it. A red hair ribbon. He picked it up. It was silky to the touch. Running it through his fingers, he noted it was about hand to elbow length.
Staring at it for a minute, he finally shoved it into his pocket and looked back into the dining room. America sat calmly in his seat looking at his phone.
England's heart came to a complete stop as his mind started racing.
(A.N.: Chapter threeeeee! :D and new drama has risen! lol been hittin a bit a writers block this week so has anyone got any ideas to tack onto the story? 3 but yeah thanks to all of those who have reviewed its much appreciated ^^. To all of my lovely reviewers I give you all hugglez.
Catzi-Yay! America accepted the baby! :D
Keep up the good work!
~ That he did, that he didxD And I will :D thanks for all of thee suppost ^^
EvanescenceAngel- We're twins and share interests, but offline we try to kill each other and she stabs me with forks while I slap her. But we love each ()
Awesome update! Childish America is so flippin' cute. :)
~That's so awesoooome! I wish I had a twin, anyways thank you! I'm a fan of childish America too it just so him! xD
Hitsu4HinaEva -Hari-Sama- I
love
this.
Marry me?
...
What, too soon?
~ uwaaa this is all so sudden / I'm afraid I'm a bit too young to marry unfortunately! I'll never forget you though!
Hetawolf- I've been keeping an eye on this one. Been waiting for another Good US x UK and this one appears to be the one I'm stalking now!
Loving it so far and can't wait for the cuteness to ensue on poor Iggy.
~ I'm glad your stalking my child(fic) now! :D much appreciated And don't worry I feed on fluff so soooo much cuteness will ensue, careful though I'm not responsible if you get diabetes from the sweetness of it.
Psychokittenterror- thank you for a more real reaction to pregnancy than most any other Mpreg I have read. America's reaction is real and believable. Thank you.
~ No problem! :D Yeah idk how this would go down irl but I interpreted it to the best of my abilities.
Chibitalex- Well, helloooo there! I'm soarit, from LJ. Guhh, I'm so glad I found this on ! I love this story. The Paint Monster was adorable. It made me smile so much, I can't even tell you. And England's thoughts at the end was perfect. Great job! I can't wait for more!
~ Omg yush I remember you! 3 Thank you so much for all of the lovely comments hope this chappie satisfied you! d(*▽*)b
AnimalLover15- Oh lol the five stages XD That seems like something Alfred would do. And great chapter too~
~ Yeah it just kinda flowed out when I started writing and imma I just like ohh that's so Alfred haha, Thank you! Hope this chapter was as good as the last! (ﾟヮﾟ)
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