America came out half an hour later, having thrown up his guts after a wave of nausea hit. It was sudden, and he knew he wasn't pregnant, so he didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was just his emotions overwhelming him and giving him a migraine, which triggered the nausea. Sounded reasonable enough.
Japan was now asleep on the couch, holding his newborn baby- also asleep- in his arms. He watched them sleep for a minute or two, seeing that their chests rose and fell in sync. It made him chuckle a bit, but he had the distinct feeling that the baby was going to be as lazy as his other father.
Was it just America, or did Japan have a thing for lazy boys?
He chuckled at his own thought.
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That next morning, they changed the name they were originally going to use for the baby. Instead of Nihon (which America knew was the Japanese word for 'Japan'; a little too repetitive), they chose the name Aiko. His full name was Aiko Karpusi-Honda (they didn't give him a middle name).
Greece then gave America a small packet of remaio weed and he went on his way. But he felt an empty feeling in his chest as he bought his airplane ticket and flew back home.
