A lot of feed back on the last chapter, huh?

A lot of people seem happy that America and England are having a little kiddy nation!

The identity of this child won't be revealed until it is actually born.

Also I won't delve too deep into the story of China's pregnancy...that will only be mentioned again in passing, as this is US x UK

In regards to any smex...you'll need to be patient and wait until after their wedding!

In this chapter...America and England discuss their wedding and the UK Brothers get their invitations.

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Three - Dresses and Tiaras

It had been a few weeks after America had found out that his darling England was carrying his baby. Of course, there was still the excitement of the big wedding that was going to happen though one day England started complaining that the white tuxedo that he WAS going to wear to the wedding was starting to get a little tight. As America inspected, he did notice that his skinny little Brit was starting to fill out at an alarming rate. It seemed his tuxedo no longer fitted him.

"Uggh...we paid a lot for that tuxedo..." whined England as he stirred his tea one morning.

America just smiled as he sipped on his coffee. While he did feel the pain in his wallet, it just meant that he could put into action another brilliant plan of his. "Oh well...I suppose you have to wear a wedding dress now..."

The look England gave could have killed America twice over. "I am NOT wearing a dress! I told you already, it's not proper for a gentleman to wear a dress at a wedding!"

The sunny blonde just shrugged, hiding his smirk behind his hot cup of coffee. "...Gentlemen don't get pregnant either."

Well England couldn't argue with that, his face turning red and resuming with drinking his tea. It seemed that he didn't want to argue with America as much any more, and seemed awfully tired all of a sudden. Not that America minded, because this meant England wanted ti have massages more often. He loved it when England let him give him massages...when all those tensions and knots were undone, England was like putty in his hands, all moans and purrs and 'Ohh Alfred'.

"Fine, I'll wear a stupid dress if it means I can fit into it comfortably..." England muttered, shaking his head with a sigh. "I'm going to look so fat and idiotic..."

America chuckled, putting down his coffee and planting a sweet kiss to the other's lips. He even tasted like tea...and burned scones, but he would ignore this. If tasting of burned scones meant England no longer tasted like barf then he was fine with that.

"You are gonna look stunning babe..." America whispered softly. "I'm gonna be the luckiest man alive on that day."

England sighed as he gazed up into blue eyes...how could America love him, while he was going through all these difficult changes? He would just never know he supposed...America would always be the hero that surprised him.

"We'll need to start thinking of names..."

"Oh! Oh! How about Alfie Juniour?"

"...Correction, I will need to start thinking of names..."

"Hey!"

Meanwhile, in the United Kingdom household...

"Wow, these invitations that Artie sent look really fancy and pretty!" giggled Wales as he gazed down at the fragile looking paper in his hands.

Scotland, who was sitting on the right of Wales, nodded his head a little. "I guess they look alright I suppose..."

Northern Ireland raised an eyebrow as his turquoise eyes were drawn to the bottom of the sheet. "...You do know what it says at the bottom right?"

At that, Wales and Scotland's eyes were drawn to the bottom of the sheet. "...Invite for you plus one..." Scotland replied. "What's the problem?"

"We don't HAVE any plus ones..." stated the Irishman, drinking from his cider can.

Wales looked awfully distraught. "That means I won't have anyone to dance with!" he whined. "Or kiss with or get drunk with!"

"Excuse me...I have a plus one..." said Scotland with a small frown.

"Your kids don't count Hamish..." Northern Ireland replied with a quiet chuckle.

Scotland folded his arms, giving a roll of his eyes. "They'll still be coming with me...I meant Australia..."

The Welshman next to him blinked with a confused expression. "Huh? You mean you and him are going out? I didn't know that!"

"Well...we've gone drinking before...he's stayed over...we've kissed..." Scotland mumbled, now looking quite embarressed that he'd mentioned it.

"Hammy and Cody, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~!" sang Wales with a laugh, clutching his sides.

"Hey! Atleast I have a plus one!" growled Scotland, now in full pout mode.

"For all we know, you could be lying" Northern Ireland, grinning a little. "How bout a bet...?"

Wales finally managed to stop laughing as he looked at his younger Irish brother curiously. "What kind of bet...?"

"Whoever can get laid at Arthur's wedding doesn't need to pay for our alcohol shopping for a whole month."

Both Wales and Scotland began grinning at this. "Oh...this will make it a lot more interesting."

End of Chapter

Not a lot happened in this one did it?

BUT THE BET IS ON~!

Who's gonna get laid at the US UK wedding?

Four more reviews then I will update

Love LadyCaledonia

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