I'm sorry for the late update. Things have been changing since school started, I always come home extremely tired and since I have ADD and ADHD I have to take medication, and it makes me have like no personality, or creativity, except for in history, where I like scaring my teacher, and using my hetalia knowledge to own him!
Well today last night I slept over at a friend's and this morning I was like "no meds for me!"
Disclaimer- I no own hetalia, so shut up!
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Alis let out another "this isn't happening" for the seventh time that hour, her head hung off the bottom of the bed along with one arm, the other rested on her abdomen. The arm that hung picked her phone up off the floor and flipped it open, and scrolled down her contact list.
"Hello?"
"Aran, I'm pregnant…"
"Holy saint Patrick in a python! Are you serious!"
"Ya, I've taken I think six test, and they all came out positive.
"I didn't even know Nations could get Pregnant. I thought we just kind of appeared?"
"Me too!
"Well, except for peter."
"Oh right…"
The two remembered during the war when the war base, Sealand was in construction, their brother Arthur got drunk and slept with a whore, not a trashy whore and nice kind whore, you know? But back to the point, he let Laura the slut live with him, sometime during the pregnancy he told her about the nations and all that jazz, she took it actually really well, the two decides not to be together, but Arthur told her, he'd let Laura if she wanted to, to visit him. She refused, saying she didn't belong in his world and it would be better if the two never met.
"How is Peter anyway, is he still chilling it with the Nordics'?"
"I'm not sure maybe? England was kind of a dick to him after the war, so I don't blame him for selling himself on EBay."
"Back to the point what are you going to do, are you going to keep it?"
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"…I want to but…"
"I understand, you want to tell him, but you're scared he'll be an ass and not want anything to do with you or the baby?
"How did you…?"
"Dude, the entire UN knows Netherlands got in your pants."
"Don't remind me" Alis looked at the clock on the TV box. "I got to go; I need some Orange juice and marshmallows."
"Oh mommy to be's already getting some cravings." Aran jeered.
Alis growled and shut her phone shut and let out an aggravated sigh, as she rubbed her stomach.
"I know, I know Orange juice and Marshmallows."
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Meanwhile
Netherlands and Denmark sat in a bar in downtown Copenhagen.
"And no matter how many times I say I'm sorry, he still ignores me! I was stoned, he was stoned everyone was stoned!"
Netherlands took a swig from his beer mug and patted him on the shoulder, "its ok Mathias, Niels, will forgive you, one day."
The Dane lifted his head off the bar top and downed the rest of his drink. "Your right Jan I just have to keep at him!"
As Mathias began singing bad romance Jan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he paused before flipping it open. Unknown caller?
"hello?"
"Umm, is this Netherlands?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"W-Wales"
"Umm do you need something?" Jan was extremely confused, why was she calling him.
There was a pause. "I need to tell you something…"
Netherlands felt something in the pit of his heart. "What is it?"
Another pause…
"Jan, I'm pregnant."
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Ba ba ba BUM! The shit just hit the fan. Fav and review and fan art is highly appreciated.