Sorry that the last chapter seemed to be so short!

It was just a little bit of build up to the structure of the story is all...I will try to make them a bit longer! From here on out, the story will kind of split in two - unless it is a gathering of some sort where everyone is around, the chapters will follow both America and England and The United Kingdom Brothers. After all, the story in the main is still US x UK but people like England's brothers too!

In this chapter England invites his brothers over to his house to watch the Royal Wedding! I know the Royal Wedding isn't for another few days but that isn't the main focus of the chapter anyway. Also, there will be a note at the start of each chapter to detail how far along England is...it gives me a chance to space the time skips between chapters.

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Four - Keep It In the Family

England's pregnancy - One month

"Did we HAVE to invite them over? I mean, I know this Royal thingy is some major issue for you guys but still..."

"Will you quiet down, they are in the next room! And of course this is important, this is the marriage of our future King and Queen! So buckle up and shut it!"

America pouted at the snappy remark. He knew that when girls were pregnant they were supposed to have mood swings and everything, but this was a bit too extreme! England was only around one month pregnant now, he shouldn't be showing symptoms this early on, surely! Though, the Brit still managed to wake America in the middle of the night when he was being sick...uggh he didn't have to hear it!

Also, what surprised America the most is that neither of England's brothers had noticed that their baby brother was indeed pregnant. Maybye because England probably wasn't showing so much but then again, America swore to take any note of change in England's body. Perhaps his stomach was a little more round but the sandy blonde's sweater vest seemed to hide any sight of the developing stomach. Why England wanted to hide the fact that he was carrying their baby from his brothers, America wasn't too sure.

"Uncle Alfie, Uncle Artie, come quick, you'll miss her dress!" young Hebrides called as she ran into the kitchen where her uncles were hiding.

"Right right, of course dear, we're coming" England insisted, smiling at the small girl tugging at his sleeve.

This was another thing that America was unsure about. England wanted a little girl, not an awesome cool boy. America didn't know WHY England specifically wanted a girl (but then again, when he looked at England's glass case full of unicorn ornaments he had a sneakign suspicion why). England just seemed like such a girly person what with his sewing and his need to be clean... but despite this America still wanted a boy. He was allowed to be selfish!

America just smiled as he followed his lover back to the living room where Scotland had claimed the three seater couch with his two sons Orkney and Shetland on either side of him. Wales actually sat cross legged on the floor in front of the television, much like a child. Northern Ireland just leaned against one wall, clutching onto his glass of water (England banned them from having any alcohol so early in the day). This allowed America to sneak over to the armchair and pull England into his lap. Hebrides happily climbed into her father's arms, whispering to him about how cool the horses were and that she wanted one (with Scotland only nodding his head and watching the procession on the screen).

It seemed like such a normal thing, sitting here everyone paying attention to the procession. England and his brothers had actually been invited to the event but what with their own planning for the Brit's wedding they had to decline. They still sent the soon to be couple a present though...thankfully England managed to convince Wales not to send them a lamb.

"Are you gonna wear a dress Uncle Artie...?" Shetland asked, his chocolate eyes gazing across to the Brit in the American's lap.

Alfred couldn't help but grin at the adorable shade of pink that Arthur's face turned. "Well...now I am Lachlan..." England replied.

Wales' head turned towards his younger brother. "Eh? You're going with the dress now? That's so sweet and cute!"

England tried to ignore the snickers from Scotland and Northern Ireland. He honestly couldn't care if the other two found the idea of him in a dress amusing. If it was to be more comfortable than a stuffy tuxedo then he would live with it. "Oh I hope you're not gonna make us wear bride maids dresses..." said Northern Ireland with a slight smirk.

"No I am not making you wear dressed" England snapped with a frown at the red head. "It's for comfort..."

"And why do ye need to worry about comfort..." asked Scotland, raising an eyebrow at the other.

America started to squirm in his seat, holding onto England carefully. "Can't we just tell them Iggy...? It's killin' me here!"

"Tell us what, tell us what?" Wales asked eagerly, eyes shining in curiousity.

England noticed how everyone (including the children, bless them) were now staring at him. He gave a small sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he forced himself to calm down.

"W-Well...I did a few tests and all and it turns out...that I'm pregnant..."

You could have heard a pin drop from the silence that followed (almost silence, the television was still on). Suddenly though Wales crawled forward on the floor, staring hard at England's stomach and poking it gently. "You mean, you've got a little lamb in there...?" he whispered with amazement.

Scotland however decided to burst out laughing and his confused children decided to follow their father's example and started to laugh as well. "Y-You...oh my God, this is something they see on Jeremy Kyle or somethin!" laughed Scotland.

Northern Ireland joined the laughter though, nodding his head in agreement. "Yea I can see it now...'DNA test, is my brother really pregnant?'"

Wales turned his head to pout at his two brothers. "Guys! That's not nice! That is our neice or nephew in there! We're gonna be uncles!...And kids, don't laugh, that's rude!"

The laughter died down after Wales' rare occurance of serious-ness. England gave a sigh, shaking his head, why did he have to tell them.

"Look, laughter aside...we're really happy for ye Arthur..." Scotland finally said. "Another little brat for you..."

"If that was an insult aimed at me..." muttered America with a huffy face pout.

"C-Can we play with the b-baby when it's born...?" asked Orkney, peeking out to glance at his uncle's stomach.

"Of course you can, when it's old enough..." England said with a defeated smile.

"Oh! Oh! You'll need a baby shower and we'll need to buy lots of presents!" Wales giggled.

"For God sake...are we not payin' enough for this bloody wedding?" growled Scotland, rolling his eyes.

Then it descended into vocal chaos after that, but America still happily cuddled the now relieved Brit. Atleast he had his brothers supporting him for now...

End of Chapter

Aww...England's brothers are gonna support him through this!

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