Arthur Kirkland parked his car outside of his daughter's home. Stepping out, he walked around the small garden that was planted in the front of the yard. The Lillies were beginning to bloom, and they were looking as gorgeous as ever. The front of the house was looking good, too, but could do for a fresh coat of paint once winter was done and over with. No point in putting some on when the part of America she was in was expecting a particularly bad one this year.

Ringing the door bell, Arthur couldn't help but wonder what his youngest had called him over for. It was so sudden, and if her voice gave anything away during their conversation over the phone, it was also urgent.

Was she in debt again? No, she would've told him that ages ago that she was in debt. Did something happen to her at work? Goodness, he hoped not. Politics was her life, and if she had been fired, where'd she work? Certainly not that dreaded McDonalds. Even she knew she was too good to work there. And she loved that place. Maybe Amelia wasn't getting fired. Maybe she was given a new opportunity, and there was some cost (opportunity cost) with getting some sort of promotion. Arthur could only hope that she'd be able to make the appropriate decision. She often times had a knack for picking the wrong choice at the wrong-

"Ah, Arthur! Amelia and I have been expecting you, da!"

Wait…what the fuck? Was he in Russia by mistake?

Arthur looked at him with in incredulous look for a moment. he looked at the mailbox. Yes, that had Amelia's address. Then this most certainly must be his daughter's home. So what was Braginski doing here?

He shook his head, laughing as he did so. Ivan to raise an eyebrow at this.

After a few minutes, Arthur gained his breath again, "What" another giggle fit, "what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Arthur started laughing again. This time, Ivan had a strained smile on his face, a dark foreboding gloom beginning to creep up around him, "Amelia invited me here for the weekend, da. Is there any problem with that?"

Arthur immediately stopped laughing. This isn't funny anymore!

"You're here for the weekend? What the bloody-" he looked passed Ivan to see Amelia sneaking out of the kitchen, "Amelia!" Arthur pushed passed the Russian behemoth out of the way, stopping the American girl in her tracks, a bowl of instant ramen in her grasp "What the bloody hell do you have that, that," he looked over at Ivan as he shut the door then opened the curtain to the right of it to let some sunlight in "that man here for!"

"He's spending the weekend here, duh," she said with a mouth full of noodles

As if that were obvious

Arthur's eyebrow twitched, "I know he's here for the weekend, the bastard's told me that already," he rubbed his temples, "but why is he here?"

"Oh! He's here for moral support,"

"Moral support! I thought that I was here for moral support!"

Amelia shook her head and shoved another chopstick full of noodles in her mouth, "No, I have to tell you something,"

"What the fuck do you have to tell me that's so important that you couldn't share over the bloody telephone?"

Amelia gave her bowl empty bowl to Ivan, who put it in the kitchen sink before joining the two of them out in the living area.

"Ok Dad! Don't bother sitting down cause you'll just stand right up when you hear this!"

Arthur didn't know what to expect from her. An STI? AIDs? Unemployed? She's about to be homeless? What could it be? Well, with Amelia, it could be anything. And when he said anything. He meant anything.

He sat himself on the arm of the couch anyway. Looking at her with a neutral face, expecting the best and the worse. What a wild card he had for a daughter.

"Alright daddy, you ready?"

He nodded his head. Bring it on, bitch. He can take anything-

"I'm pregnant?"

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"I'm pregnant,"

Mind splodes.

Arthur looked at Ivan, and then at his daughter. How the…when the…when did. He blinked. Opened his mouth several times, pretending to be a fish, then closed both his eyes and mouth.

Amelia took this as a warning. Get the Earl Grey with the fine China tea set, on the double, NOW!

She ran to the kitchen, leaving Ivan standing awkwardly in front of a dumbstruck Arthur. And he said he'd be ready. Maybe he doesn't know his daughter as well as he thought he did.

A few moments later, Amelia came out with a steaming hot cup of tea. She handed it over to her father's shaking hands, who took a test sip to see if it was any good. She hoped it was, Amelia really didn't feel like getting tea stains out of her walls. Again.

It was satisfactory. No tea stains today, dear.

After sipping tea until he got his heart back under control, he stood there, looking at his daughter and her poor excuse of a baby daddy. Lord, please don't allow for them to appear on Jerry, Maury, or any of those trashy shows on television.

"Now, how exactly did this happen?"

Ivan opened his mouth to, most likely, say something that will really make Arthur throw his tea across the room. Amelia elbowed him in the side. She honestly can't afford to replace her best fine china tea set again for the thirtieth time.

"Well, Dad, Ivan and I have been in a relationship for about two years now, and well, one thing led to the other after one of our dates, and…yeah. Here we are,"

Ivan's shit eating smile grew wider. One thing often times led to another after a number amount of dates. But he wouldn't tell Arthur that, at least not yet.

Arthur's face twisted into a furious glare directed at Ivan, "You! You Russian git! How dare you, you, contaminate my daughter! Seducing her into commiting the vile act of…ssssex with her!"

Ivan laughed airily, "Oh Arthur, it is not as if your daughter disapproved of it!"

Gee, thanks Ivan. That just made this predicament so much easier for your girlfriend. Amelia and Arthur both gave him a nasty glare before looking at each other, deciding it would be best if they just ignored him for the rest of the day.

"You've laid in bed with this giant twat!"

"Dad, you have to understand, Ivan's a nice guy once you give him a chance, and a chance I gave,"

"Yes, and now look at you! You're pregnant!"

"But I'm not living with you as I'm pregnant, now am I? I'm thirty two, living on my own, working as the ambassador for the United States of America. I can afford to have a child as I am now,"

Arthur snorted, rolling his eyes as he crossed one leg over the other. He sipped his tea idly, half listening to his daughter.

"Arthur, you're not even listening to me!

"How dare you call me by my first name! And I was listening to you!"

"Sure you were,"

"I was!" Arthur got up and handed his tea set to his daughter, "And you!" he looked at the much larger (in both ways) Russian who was smiling like a maniac by this point, "I advise you to marry my daughter before it's time for her to go into labor! I refuse to have another child in this family out of wedlock! Marry her, or take the child and be gone!"

"Father!"

"Shut up, Amelia! What's the matter, Ivan? The challenge too hard for-"

"I accept,"

"Pardon!"

Ivan chuckled, "Little do you know Arthur, I've actually been wanting your consent to marry your daughter for the longest time, and you've just given me permission to do so." Ivan held Arthur's hands, "I thank you, Arthur,"

Arthur and Amelia stood still after hearing Ivan said that. To be perfectly honest, not even Amelia was expecting that.

"Well…err…you'd better do so soon," Arthur snatched his hands out of Ivan's. He turned to his daughter, "…If there's anything you ever need, come to me. As much as it doesn't seem like it, I know a thing or to about pregnancy and infants. I've raised three, remember?"

Amelia smiled at her father, "Wait, where are you staying?"

"Your brother's home over in Canada." he finished his tea, "He's single and living on his own, so there'll definitely be some peace and quiet there," he sneered at Ivan before walking towards the door, "I'll be seeing you, Amelia," he said in departing.

"Bye dad!" That was easy, "Now where's my easy button?"

"In your office, Amelia,"

"Oh yeah,"

"Oh yes," Oh yes indeedy…

AN: I know, I know. Long wait for chapter two. Well, you're going to have to get used to this. I don't update every week. I update…every other week to every other month or so. I know, I'm a horrible author, but chapter two is hard to write ): Why do you all think I quit doing multi chapter stories D':

Anyway, well, here it is. I hope you liked it ;D I worked hard on it (not really).