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"What do you mean he wouldn't wake up?!"
"I mean, he wouldn't wake up! No matter what I said, he tapped my hand and rolled over! He's not coming, Kiku!"
Japan growled. "You know what that means, Alfred?"
"What?" America tensed up.
"You have to deliver this baby."
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Japan tried to breathe. America wrapped the small baby in a towel and carefully cleaned it off. Japan chuckled as he watched. "You've done this before?"
"I had to deliver Rytas and Roze. I've had some experience."
Japan smiled. "What is it?"
America sighed, unwrapping the bottom of the towel and looking. "Congratulations on your baby boy."
Japan took him happily. "Let's wait for Heracles to say anything, okay?" He kissed the baby's forehead. "Such a cutie. Like his father- oh! Alfred, look!" He pointed to a spot of the side of the baby's head, where there was a curl identical to Greece's sticking out. America smiled.
"It's Heracles's baby, alright. That is definitely his curl."
Japan nodded. "That's my boy. My beautiful baby boy." He kissed his son's cheeks.
America chuckled nervously.
"My boy. My beautiful baby boy." Japan kissed America's entire face.
The younger country blushed. "Why your 'baby boy'?"
"I was founded in the 13th century. You were founded in the 18th."
America rolled his eyes. "I love you, too, sweetheart."
"I used to be yours," he whispered.
"What?"
"Nothing," America said.
Japan went back to loving his baby. America gagged and ran to the restroom to vomit out his emotions.