Wow, what a quick update! Well the last chapter got like another five reviews in the first day so that means I have to update! Thank you guys for the support, we are nearly at one hundred reviews, can you believe that? YAY! *starts a party*
Ahem, now that THAT is out of the way...
I am STILL looking for other Hetalia roleplayers by the way! I mostly roleplay as England or Scotland, so if there are any America roleplayers out there, get in touch! Or if you like any other pairings, I would love to discuss with you! Just PM me some time, don't be shy~!
At the time of me writing this, I am excited for so many things! I'm going to see Harry Potter Part 2 at midnight tonight! *squee*
Also, Torchwood - Miracle Day will also be on tonight! I'm recording it because I have to leave super early to get in the queue at the cinema with my friends! BARROWMAN!
Chapter twelve now...not much left of this fan fiction to go guys! ARE YOU PUMPED FOR THIS?
Hehehe...sorry...just...so excited...
In this chapter...we have food cravings! And... a shocking surprise...?
Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers
Chapter Twelve - Fish Fingers and Custard
England's pregnancy - Three and a half months
If there was one thing that America didn't expect from England's pregnancy, was the drastic changes the poor Brit went through. His mood swings happened at almost every waking moment. One moment, he would be so happy and sweet. Then he would be clingy to America, questioning his every move like a conspiracy. There was even one time that England broke into tears because he couldn't open a jar of peanut butter. There never seemed to be a dull moment in their house hold now, but America swore to be England's hero. Should there be anything that the Englishman needed, America would be there to provide it. Even if the requests were rather odd...
Like right at this moment, England was curled up on the plush couch with a blanket around him. He was certainly a lot bigger round his stomach since the wedding and had certainly been eating more because he had to feed for two people now (that was his excuse anyway). America walked into the living room, noting that for some reason, his beloved was in a fit of tears.
"Hey...what's wrong...?" America asked softly, not wanting to upset England too much if he was feeling delicate.
"W-Why...why couldn't they be together? T-They were meant for each other!" England sobbed into the cushion that he was holding to his face.
"Who couldn't be together babe...?" replied America, gently rubbing England's back.
"The Doctor and Rose of course you git! Why why why?"
"You know, it's probably not a good idea to be watching the sad episodes of Doctor Who...why don't you watch a more upbeat series, like series five" the sunny blonde suggested with a smile.
"But Rory dies! Twice!" cried England.
America sighed, seemed nothing that he was saying was helping the sobbing Brit. "Alright, well, why don't I make you something to eat and we can watch Total Wipeout instead huh? It's funny watching people getting beaten around an obstacle course right?"
That thought began to calm England down though, as his sobs became softer until they were just petty sniffles. "That sounds good..." mumbled the Brit, pulling the pillow away from his face to smile at his beloved husband. America smiled back and leaned forward to kiss England's forehead, wiping away a few stray tears with his thumb. "There we go, I love it when you smile babe" chuckled America, loving the blush that appeared on England's face. "Now, what do you want to eat?"
England paused as he thought over what he wanted to eat, making America fear the worst. With a one glance at the television screen, then back to the American, England replied with - "Fish fingers and custard."
And for once during the pregnancy so far, America was the one who was feeling sick.
Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland's House
Northern Ireland just couldn't stop scowling as he tried to concentrate on the news that was on. Because of where the house was situated, the news was the STV news, which was news that focused mainly on things occurring in Scotland. He would have to wait another half an hour for the international news to come on, and the only thing that seemed to be the topic to discuss was some phone hacking scandal. But that wasn't what was making him scowl. Since the wedding, Australia and China had whatever excuse they could use to stay over at the home. In all honesty, Northern Ireland was rather sick of listening to Wales prattle on to China about how adorable he looked, or Scotland groping Australia's muscles.
What annoyed him even more though, despite winning the bet, he had yet to have any alcohol. A few weeks after the wedding, he had come down with terrible sickness, so Scotland and Wales had banned him from having any alcohol. What was the point of sleeping with Russia and winning that bet if he couldn't even drink? Speaking of Russia, that man was like a stalker! Somehow, Russia got his cell number and was constantly sending him lewd messages. What was he supposed to do? He didn't tell Scotland or Wales who he had slept with, but they only had to see the marks on his body to see he had won the bet. Scotland really hated Russia with a passion (something about the Russian ruining his fishing business back in the days of the Industrial Revolution). There was no way he could tell his brothers that he slept with Russia of all people!
The red head groaned as he clutched his stomach, feeling light headed again. China paused in his discussion with Wales that he was having to glance curiously over at the Irishman. "Um, Northern Ireland, are you alright aru? You don't seem to be rather well..." the Asian said, worry evident in his amber eyes.
"I'm fuckin' fine boyo, leave me alone..." the Irish nation snapped, though this clearly wasn't the case.
"I think we have to take you to the doctor, you're tummy bug hasn't gotten any better..." said Wales, hugging a newborn baby lamb close to his chest.
"I'm not goin' to a fuckin' doctor..." Northern Ireland mumbled, the pain rippling through his stomach making him wince.
"Well, I have some medical experience aru. I could give you a check up?" said China, offering a polite smile to the red head.
"Don't say no Dara..." Wales said, putting on a pout to seal the deal. No one could deny his might pout!
Northern Ireland sighed, clearly they weren't going to leave him alone! He reluctantly stood up and showed China to the bathroom. However, an hour passed and the two nations were STILL in the bathroom. By now, both Scotland and Wales were hanging outside the door, straining to try and listen to anything that was being said. The door opened suddenly and China quickly stepped out, shutting the door behind him with a slightly red face.
"What's up with our brother?" said Scotland, a worried frown on his face as he folded his arms.
"Is he ok...?" whispered Wales softly, just as worried as his older brother.
"I...did a few tests aru. At first, nothing came up and I was starting to get a little frustrated. Then I did this last test aru, and it came up positive..."
"So what does he have? Please not swine flu, I've had enough of that bloody epidemic..." Scotland grumbled.
China shook his head, nervously playing with his long pony tail. "It's not that...he's...he's..."
"He's what?" Wales cried.
"Northern Ireland is pregnant aru."
End of Chapter
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Hehehehehe...another cliff hanger, I am so evil...
More drama! YAY! Well, this DOES prompt a third installment for this series, but do you guys want a third fan fiction?
I am still waiting for some more responses regarding the possible Hetalia/Dr Who fan fiction I am possible gonna write! It will focus on USUK but there will be expansions of past relationships too! REVIEW PEOPLE PLEASE! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
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