It has been a while since my last update, sorry about that! But I have some good news for Doctor Who fans! Chameleon Circuit, a band that play songs inspired by Doctor Who, have released their second album! If you are a fan of the show, I highly recommend that you buy this album! It's called 'Still Got Legs' and it's out on iTunes for around eight pound, which I think is quite good considering the quality of these songs!

My favourite song on the album has to be 'Kiss The Girl' which is inspired by the Doctor Who episode 'The Lodger'. In fact, this album has inspired a possible fan fiction idea for the future! It would be a Hetalia/Dr Who fic, but it would be treated as a Hetalia AU, basically the Hetalia characters filling in the roles of the Doctor Who characters. With the plot I have in mind, it would still be a USUK with other past mentioned pairings, including AuldAlliance (Scotland/France), Australia/Scotland, Wales/China and Switzerland/Northern Ireland.

If you are interested in me writing this fanfiction, please say so in a review! If enough people would like to see this fanfiction, then I will start writing it once this one is complete! Your support would be lovely!

This chapter takes place the morning after the wedding. It's full of USUK fluffiness, some fluff between Scotland and Australia and Wales and China... not so much between Northern Ireland and Russia though!

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Eleven - The Morning After

England's pregnancy - Two months three weeks two days

Room 101 - America and England's Room

It was the morning after the wonderful occasion of America and England's wedding. Now despite the obvious alcohol that had been flowing last night, America and England were the only ones who didn't have a drop of alcohol. England of course couldn't have any in fear of hurting his baby, and America wanted to be sober so that he could take care of anything England may have needed during the night. In fact, America was surprised that HE was the one who had woken up first. He rubbed his tired blue eyes and yawned, watching the sunlight drift through the curtains. The sunny blonde rolled over onto his side so he could face his still sleeping husband. Huh, he liked thinking that...

'England is my husband...Arthur Kirkland is my husband...' America thought happily, smiling softly as he lifted a hand to stroke his love's cheek gently.

America couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as he watched the still sleeping Brit move into his loving touch. Deciding to take a small risk, America slowly peeled back the bed blankets from England's body. He had helped the tired Englishman slip out of his wedding dress so England was only wearing a pair of pale green boxers, but for once he wasn't interested in THAT area. No, he was interested in England's slightly round stomach. Alfred let his hand slowly caress his love's stomach, smiling to himself. His child, his love was carrying his child. Part of him and part of England... he couldn't help but grin!

He inched a little closer to the sleeping blonde, resting his head on the round stomach. He wondered how big the baby was now...he didn't hear a heart beat or anything. America smiled, gently kissing the other's stomach. "You're gonna be an awesome kid..." he whispered quietly. "I'll teach you how to play baseball...and we can play video games together...don't turn out too girly like Iggy kay?"

While America spoke to England's stomach, the Brit in question was actually awake. Though he was greatly amused that America was talking to their unborn child so he pretended that he was still asleep, if only to hear the sunny blonde ramble on to his tummy. It was rather cute actually, to see such a caring and tender side to the American that he loved so much. 'America is my husband...' thought England, keeping his eyes shut but still listening intently. 'Alfred F. Jones is my husband.'

"I bet you're gonna have hair like me...but you can have England's eyes alright? I mean, he has really gorgeous eyes, so you'll look just as beautiful..." America continued on with his quiet whispers, rubbing his hand in soothing circles. "You'll love our pet cats, though if you wanted another pet we could get one...bet you'd be a dog person anyway...I can't wait until you come out, I just want to hold you in my arms..."

A light blush came across England's face at the words. At this very moment, he was so happy. Just him and America, in solitude, America saying loving words to their soon to be child. It was bliss, heaven...

Room 105 - Scotland's Room

"Come on, Lachlan, get your shirt back on, we're leaving soon!" Scotland said, trying to pull his whining ebony haired son from his bed.

"No! Daddy I want to sleep longer!" Shetland grumbled, trying to wriggle out of his father's grip so that he could hide himself under the bed once more.

At that moment Australia walked out of the bathroom, carrying a now washed and dressed Hebrides in his arms. "Lachlan, you're the last one to get dressed...that's not good~" said Australia, setting the girl down to try and help the floundering Scot with his son.

"I don't care, I'm sleepy! You and Daddy kept making weird noises!" whined Shetland, lifting his head to pout at the two grown men.

Scotland felt a slight blush creep over his face. He may have been completely drunk, but he knew that he had lost the bet, because as soon as he and Australia got to the bedroom, he had passed out. It WAS rather embarrassing, especially since he rarely got to see the other nation...though he had helped him with the children this morning. "Look Lachlan, if you get up and get dressed and if you're very good, we'll take a little detour on the way back home and we'll visit Nessie ok?" said Scotland, trying to bargain with his son.

There was a pause, as the small micro nation child contemplated this. Then the raven haired boy was out of the bed and running for the bathroom, yelling for his other brother to move over so he could get washed. Scotland gave a sigh of relief, sitting down on the bed and running a hand through his messy ember locks. He rarely bushed it anyway, it just looked better when it fell naturally. Australia sat next to Scotland on the bed, grinning slightly at the Scot. "I think you had a bit too much to drink last night..." said the Australian, wrapping an arm around the blue eyed nation's shoulders. "You weren't up for it last night..."

"Aye, I know..." Scotland chuckled, shaking his head a little. "I was totally off my face...but, ye know, the day made up for it. Seeing wee Arthur's face...it was actually a real nice day..."

Australia nodded as he listened, cuddling closer to Scotland as they watched the three children run around the hotel room after each other, giggling and laughing. "You know...I don't have to go back home straight away...and I haven't got a hotel booked or anything..." Australia said slowly, purposely not looking at Scotland's face. Said Scot turned his head to look at the brunette, his own grin settling on his face. "Is that a hint that ye wanna crash at mine?" whispered Scotland.

His reply was a nod from the tanned man, which sort of made his heart flutter. Hebrides had been sort of listening in on the conversation and suddenly jumped into Australia's lap. "Yay! Mommy Aussie is staying again!" she giggled as she cuddled into the Australian man. Not wanting to be left out, Shetland climbed into Scotland's arms, hugging his father tight while Orkney held onto Scotland's back, nuzzling him lovingly. Australia couldn't help but laugh at the children's antics as he heard the small brunette girl in his arms.

Scotland smiled warmly, his normal rough and tough personality slipping away as he gazed fondly at his children. Maybe...maybe Australia was just right for him...

Room 108 - Wales' Room

The Welshman woke with a low groan, rubbing his head as he forced himself to sit up. How long had he been asleep for? Did he win or lose the bet? Pulling back the blankets around him, he noted with disappointment that he was still wearing his clothes, save for his shoes. He must have lost but then, how did he get to his room. Wales' answer was hearing someone rummage around in his bathroom. Wait, perhaps he had gotten re-dressed after the act? He might have still won! He just hoped it wouldn't be France that stepped out of the bathroom...

His hopes were raised when China stepped out of the bathroom, smelling like fresh flowers. The Asian must have used his shower then for smelling so fresh. China blinked a few times when he noticed Wales was a awake. "Oh, I hope I didn't wake you up aru..." said China, retying his hair in its usual long pony tail. Wales shook his head as he ruffled his own soft brown curls, stretching a little. "Nah, you didn't wake me up...though um...what are you doing in my room...? Did we...you know..." mumbled Wales, making motions with his free hand.

A heavy blush appeared on China's face, which made Wales think that perhaps they HAD done the deed yet the words that followed made his heart sink. "N-No aru...you did try to hit on me, but you fell off your seat and fell asleep. I carried you up to your room but you were clinging onto me so tight that I just stayed here aru...I hope you don't mind..." China's soft voice answered.

'Damn...I lost...' thought Wales as he reluctantly stood up, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He must have drank QUITE a lot to feel this hungover! "I don't mind, thanks for doing that anyway...I wish I could repay you somehow..." Wales said, smiling at the Asian man as he located his bowtie and re-tied it around his shirt collar. "Well...my flight was cancelled, and I don't have enough with me to book a hotel until another flight arrives aru..." said China, looking rather awkward as he looked away.

"...Do you need to stay over at mine? I mean, would you like to?" the Welshman asked, putting on a rather charming smile. China was so adorable to him, a lovely little lamb. He had rather hoped to get more than just sex from the Asian...he looked so caring and motherly, like the perfect farmer's wife. Ok, he was a shepherd technically but the image was still the same. China smiled back at the brunette, giving a small nod to him. "If you don't mind, I would hate to impose on you aru..."

"No no, I want to. As a thank you for helping me to my room...and I'll even take you on a tour of our house, we have this lovely little barn where we keep all the lambs and sheep..."

China could only give a slight giggle as he listened to Wales ramble on with excitement about his sheep. The Welshman was so sweet...

Room 120 - Russia's Room

Northern Ireland couldn't help but give nervous glances over his shoulder as he re-dressed himself. He wasn't afraid of the Russian man waking up. No, he was slightly more nervous of that happening. What would he SAY to him? He wasn't looking for a relationship right now, Russia had simply been there at the time...

That felt slightly mean to think that, but Northern Ireland didn't think Russia would complain. After all, it sounded like the violet eyed man enjoyed himself quite a lot last night. Though he didn't just want to leave with a word to the man...though he didn't exactly want to speak to him. With a quiet sigh, Northern Ireland found a pen and paper pad, quickly writing down a small note that he enjoyed last night and thanks for the good time. Hopefully Russia wouldn't find any hidden meaning in the message that implied he wanted to push this encounter any further. The sex was good, but that's all it had been - wonderfully rough sex.

With the note written and left somewhere he was sure Russia would see, the Irishman slipped out of the room (well limped would be the more appropriate term really). He didn't have to tell his brothers WHO he had slept with...but the marks on his body would definitely tell the truth that he had won.

Little did he know that this wasn't the end of it.

End of Chapter

Well the wedding is over and done with! All that is left is England's eventual birth!

Now, I'm gonna time skip a few months in the next chapter hopefully, because waiting another seven months for the birth is far too long! Don't worry, we're still keeping track of the brothers too, since it seems two out of the three have found some love~

Someone asked me who exactly is the 'mother' of Orkney, Shetland and Hebrides. It was mentioned fleetingly in the previous fan fiction, but their mother is actually Norway. Scotland went through a rather long and drawn out war with Norway, which in essence was sort of a custody battle for the three children. In the end, Scotland bought the children back and they became part of his country. However, the three children hate Norway for the pain he put their father through, so that is why they never see their mother. They don't care though, they see Australia as their mother now.

Speaking of the future, I want your suggestions of what should be the themes if I come up with a third installment in this series! What drama will occur?

Not sure what exactly will happen in the next chapter...there shall surely be more Doctor Who references~!

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