Death Club:Americans are adorable

~x~X~America's House, fast forwarded about a month and a half from last time~X~x~

Vietnam moaned, sitting down in front of a toilet in America's house.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" America asked from behind her, holding her hair and rubbing her back.

"Yeah I'm fine. Gah! I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel fine now."

"Mai, I want to ask you something."

"Sure." Vietnam said as she stood up.

"Do you think that there's a possibility of..."

"Go on."

"Is there a chance that you're pregnant? I mean, we have been together for a month and a half and... it takes a month for women to start having morning sickness."

Vietnam paled and wiped her mouth off with a washcloth.

"I'm going to the store. I'll be back soon."

Vietnam walked up to the drugstore, which was just down the street from America's house, and had a strangely blank mind.

What if she was pregnant?

Would she want a baby if it was his?

She couldn't think of an answer.

She bought 3 pregnancy tests, walked out, and back to America's.

She immediately stepped into the bathroom and followed the instructions on all of the tests.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at herself until the first timer went off.

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She saw the little symbol and her breath caught.

"Oh my." she breathed the words.

The second timer went off and she stared at the second strip.

( :) ) ]

Vietnam felt the blood rush to her face and snapped her head to the third strip as the third timer went off.

(!) ]

"I'm... I'm pregnant."

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a head nuzzle her neck.

"I'm so happy." she realized that she meant it as she said it.

"I'm happy to be here, with you. I want to have your baby. I really do Al!"

"I'm glad~ I hear that custody issues suck, so I'm glad that we can be a happy family~"

Vietnam turned and kissed America on the lips lightly.

America returned the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

When they broke the kiss, they rested their foreheads against each other.

"I love you~" they said at the same time.

~x~X~At England's House~X~x~

"Hey South! Want to get that?" England yelled from the kitchen to Antarctica. She had been living with him for a month and a half and he liked the company. She'd requested to be called 'South' for whatever reason, and he didn't mind. It was a lot shorter to say 'South' than 'Aurora' or 'Pandora'.

He was in the kitchen, making some dessert while she sat in the living room.

The phone had started ringing, and he couldn't quite reach it from his spot where he was mixing cupcake batter (2p!Iggy possessed him).

"Sure!" He heard her yell and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh Hi America! What's up?"

"Really? Nyaaaa! I can't believe it! That's so adorable!"

Now England was curious.

"What's he saying Antarctica?" he called out.

"Viet is prego!"

England blinked. "What the bloody hell does 'prego' mean?"

"Viet is pregnant!"

England nearly dropped the mixer.

"More of America's spawn in the world? Well that's just great."

"Oh hush you! I'm one of his 'spawn' and I turned out just fine!"

"And that's because you were under the rule of The Great British Empire."

"Whatever. Oh, yeah I'm still here Daddy. Can I talk to Viet?"

"Hey Viet! How are you?"

"That's good! And I'm so happy that you and Dad are finally getting along again! I'm sorry that Yao couldn't be here to see it. So how far along are you?"

"About a month? So that means that the little tyke will be around just in time for the party! I'm sure that that will go over well! So, who do you think that they're going to represent?"

"Oh, well I hope you two find out soon! Bye Viet~"

England filled the cupcake cups with batter and set them in the oven.

"So the git got little Vietnam pregnant?"

"Yep!" Antarctica said as she sat on the counter.

"Do they know who the kid's going represent? If they need something I might have an island or two that I can annex."

"I don't know. You'd have to talk to them about that. Hey, I'll make the icing!"

"Alright."

"And I'll decorate them too~"

"Okay, feel free to go to town on them."

"What flavor are the cupcakes?"

"Vanilla."

"Ooh~ I have an awesome idea! Do you have any tequila?"

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

"Oh hush you! It's going to totally be awesome nya!"

"Whatever you say, whatever you say."

"Well? Do you have any?"

"Yeah. Portugal left it here."

"Portugal is really cute! What are you doing hanging out with him?"

"Oh ha ha ha. Very funny. Just make your goddamn icing."

"And I'm decorating too~"

"Oh dear god. I am terrified."

"Shut up! At least I'm better than America!"

"Sure, that's what you say."

Antarctica rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

"I saw that!"

"Whatever."

~x~X~Totally 45 minutes later!~X~x~

England blinked in surprise.

"What are they?"

"They're margarita cupcakes!"

"What?"

"Margarita cupcakes!"

England stared down at the strange concoctions before him.

The cupcakes were normal sized in lime green wrappers. The icing was pale green and smelled faintly like key lime pie. White sugar crystals were put in a ring on the outermost edge of the icing, reminding him of how people put salt on the edges of their margarita glasses. Three fourths of a green lifesaver gummy was put on each cupcake, reminding him very much of limes on margarita glasses. And when he picked one up and took a bite, he could taste tequila, lime juice, and coconut gel.

They were amazing.

"Wow! These actually taste and look pretty good."

Antarctica swatted at his head with and oven mitt.

"Of course they taste good! I would never make anything less than perfect."

England rolled his eyes.

"And what about the time you nearly burnt down my kitchen trying to make the perfect sunny-side-up-egg?"

"That was completely different! And what about you? You aren't a saint when it comes to cooking, that's for sure." Antarctica took a swig from the tequila bottle. "What about the time where you smoked out half of my house trying to make scones?"

"That wasn't my fault! Your oven was bad. It wouldn't have lasted another day without breaking!"

"That oven was brand new!"

"And it was french. It was about to break!"

"No, it wasn't. But, I guess that if that's what helps you sleep at night..."

"It's bloody true!"

"Nope. Not in the slightest."

"Ugh. You are so difficult, you refuse to see reason!"

"And you're an arrogant stubborn brit nya."

"That's rude."

"You're not denying it!"

"Because I know it's not true and you're drunk."

"You're buzzed. Go on, eat the awesomeness and become drunk with me!"

"Aren't you underage?"

"We're in Britain. If you can see over the bar, then you can get as drunk as you want. And I'm not even from here. There are no drinking laws down in Antarctica, other than the "no drinking in the workplace unless given permission by the supervisor", blah blah blah. So boring."

England finished his cupcake and walked to his liqueur cabinet.

"Want anything?"

"Nyaah"

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean you wanker?"

"It means no you limey."

"Have you been hanging out with Tony lately?"

"What's it to ya if I have?"

"Bloody nothing I guess. Just wondering."

"Drink spanish liquor with meeeee!"

"Do you want me to invite Portugal over?"

"YESH! I wants him here."

"How much liqueur did you drink?"

"I've been drinkin' all day long sooooooo... 4 and maybe a half bottles?"

England groaned.

"Did you drink all my rum?"

"Nyo~"

"Well that's good."

"Just all of your Scottish whiskey!"

England sighed.

"Those were a gift."

"Oh loosen up will ya? Get that stick outta your ass and invite Jo!"

"His name is João."

"So?"

"I- whatever. I'll just go call him."

A few minutes later England walked back in the room.

To see a mildly drunk Antarctica sitting in a rolly chair-where the hell did it come from? He didn't even own a rolly chair.-and nuzzling Flying Strawberry bunny.

Flying Strawberry Bunny was a light pink bunny and when Flying Mint Bunny had had a litter of flying baby bunnies, Antarctica had seen Flying Strawberry Bunny and immediately fallen in love with her. Her older sister, North Pole, took Flying Chocolate Mint Bunny and Norway had adopted little Flying Vanilla Bunny. Francis had seen Flying French Vanilla Bunny and claimed it.

A lot of countries now had adorable flying bunnies.

And who could blame them?

Flying Mint Bunny loved seeing her children, so they visited often.

Even Francis-...

Well, not anymore.

He remembered Seychelles had adopted Francis' bunny and visited once or twice.

Flying French Vanilla Bunny had seemed to be doing fine.

Just fine.

England squealed in an undignified manner as Antarctica tackled him to the ground and the doorbell rang.

"He'sHereHe'sHereHe'sHERE!"

"What the- COME IN!"

Portugal walked in and was tackled by Antarctica.

"OhMiGodIt'sJo-Jo! Mojojojojojo!(Powerpuff girls reference~)! Iamlikesogladthatyou'retotallyhere!"

Portugal laughed. "Yeah~ It's me Anty. Have you been drinking?"

"Like yesssssss!"

"Ah. That explains things!"

"Jo-jo! Drink with me?"

Portugal looked over at England who gave him a Do-What-You-Want look.

"Sure! I brought some with me, in case Artie drank all of my tequila I left here."

Antarctica giggled. "He didn't, I did! And ooh! I like totally made cupcakes! Come eat one!"

Portugal looked at England with a You-Let-Her-Use-Your-Oven? look.

"I made the cupcakes, she made the alcoholic icing and decorated them. She did a good job, they look very beautiful."

Portugal nodded and followed her to the kitchen.

"Wow! These look very formoso!"

"Grazie~"

"You're welcome! May I have one?"

"Sure~"

England walked into the kitchen and took another cupcake. He hated to admit it, but that little girl was a genius with desserts.

Portugal picked up the almost empty bottle of tequila as he nommed on a cupcake.

"Almost out eh? Well, lucky for us, I still have many more in my stash! :D"

England blinked. "You have a stash in my house?"

Portugal gave him a quick hug. "Why wouldn't I? You rarely have liquor that's Me-friendly. And we all know how often I'm over here."

They chuckled together quietly.

Several hours later, however, they were all piss-drunk.

Portugal was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard and his legs spread wide open.

Britain was sitting to his left in a similar position.

Antarctica was sitting sideways in Portugal's lap with her legs stretched over Britain's and was using her arms as braces to keep from falling backwards off the bed.

They were all sipping from various bottles of liqueur.

The cupcakes had been long since finished off, but not before a picture of the prettiest one was sent to Vietnam in an invitation to make the desserts for the baby shower that was already being planned.

Flying Strawberry Bunny flew around Antarctica's head and was making her dizzy.

"Mmm, night night." was all Antarctica said before slumping backwards, unconscious.

"She fell 'sleep." Portugal slurred.

"I n'ticed." Britain responded.

Portugal and Britain turned to each other.

And abruptly started making out.

(I don't know why i'm making this happen...)

Antarctica sat up, saw them, and lazily glomped them.

Portugal pressed his lips to her neck and bit her there lightly.

Britain kissed Antarctica lightly. He then bit her lip and when she elicited a small moan from the attention, he slipped his tongue inside.

Portugal sucked and licked her neck hungrily.

time skip :3

JUST KIDDING! Back to the scene~

Antarctica pulled away, her breathing labored and all three of them were feeling hot and bothered from the mixture of heat, liquor, and the other two people.

Antarctica bit England's collarbone and slid her hand up Portugal's shirt to start to play with his nipples.

England took his shirt off and threw it to the side.

He got behind Antarctica and groped her chest while Portugal leaned forward to kiss her hotly on her lips.

Both boys grinned at the soft noises she made.

They adjusted their bodies so that Portugal and Britain were sitting across from each other and Antarctica was nestled in their laps.

Each time that one of them would turn her attention to them, the other would lean forward and nip and bite her until she was too distracted to pay attention to either of them.

Portugal threw his shirt off the bed and both boys helped a dazed Antarctica's shirt off.

Her bra was black with black lace on the top and webbed with thin ribbons in places.

Portugal wolf-whistled and grabbed Antarctica's hips.

England snaked his arms around her waist and undid her belt.

Portugal kissed her collarbone as England slid his hands up to the two curls that protruded from her pigtails and rubbed them.

Antarctica moaned loudly and shivered.

Portugal pulled his pants off and England kept rubbing.

Portugal pressed his lips to Antarctica's and she kissed him hungrily, giving Britain a chance to pull off his pants.

He resumed rubbing her curls and rubbed his hips against hers.

Portugal slid his hands down to her jean short shorts and unbuckled them.

England slid them down Antarctica's legs, before throwing those off the bed.

Her underwear matched her bra and both nations slid their hands up and down her body.

It didn't seem to register in their drunken state that they were taking advantage of how drunk and horny she was.

Portugal kissed her lower stomach and England kissed her lower back.

The two male nations moved closer so that she was almost squished between them.

Antarctica reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

She slid the straps off of her shoulders and removed it slowly.

By now, Portugal and England were both very hard.

They looked at her over her head and Portugal leaned forward to kiss England on his lips sweetly.

Antarctica kissed Portugal's nipple and latched it inbetween her teeth, biting and sucking on it.

She rocked her hips around on the two laps that she was sitting on.

Portugal grabbed one of her curls and England grabbed the other.

Antarctica moaned and shuddered in the tight space between Portugal and England's bodies.

They glanced at each other and knew that they would have to take care of their 'problems' eventually.

England moved back and grabbed a small bottle from his bedside table.

He pulled his British flag boxers off and waited patiently for Portugal to lay her down flat on the bed.

Portugal pulled off his own Portuguese flag boxers and slid Antarctica's underwear down.

AND SINCE THIS IS MAH GRANDMA'S COMPUTER THIS PART IS TOTALLY CENSORED XD

The next morning Antarctica woke up, naked, in Portugal and England's arms.

~x~X~At America's House~X~x~

America nuzzled Vietnam's head.

He felt so proud.

He was happy that Vietnam loved him again, and that she could forgive all the things that happened in the Vietnam war.

He was proud that he would have another little one to take care of.

It had been a long time since his states had been little.

And he had claimed Antarctica as his when she appeared 13, so she already had been through the whole adorable.

So he just wanted a little girl or boy to fawn over.

That's all.

Nothing else~

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SOO LONG XD I hope I did a good job~ Well, thankies Indigo! You are nice for reviewing and being encouraging~ R&R ing sends cookies to all the dead nations and the Flying Bunny family.

Bye~!