Yay, it's time for another update! I'm sorry for the late update!
I have an announcement; I am so excited I am officially cosplaying a Prussia at setsucon 2011 and also a Belphegor maybe!
I got a few messages of people getting confused about the heights of Wales and her siblings; I will give a clarification chart based on England's height
Scotland – one and a half feet taller than England
South Ireland- a bit under a foot taller than England
Wales- an inch or so shorter then England
South Ireland- about half a foot shorter then England
Disclaimer- I do not own hetalia axis powers!
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After the awkward phone call ended abruptly, Jan sat at the bar not moving for the rest of the night. Mathias had gone through Bad romance, I like it rough, and poker face, speechless, love game and telephone before the bartender kicked them out.
Mathias rested his head on Jans shoulder as the two sat on the curb outside of the bar.
"You-you've been really q-quiet, did, did something happen, are-are you alright?"
Netherlands ran a hand through his hair pulling it at the roots before letting a stressful sigh.
"I got Wales pregnant."
Denmark broke into a fit of laughter. "Man that's rich!"
"I'm fucking serious; she is pregnant with my child!"
The other stopped laughing and sobered up for a split second
"Are you going to go talk with her?"
Jan's eyebrows rose "What do you mean?" Mathias fell on his side and watched the group of people across the road walk past them. "Ya know, like go talk to her, decide if you're goin to ke-keep it? Cuz if I got Niels Preggers, I, I would be there for him, ya know?" He took his wallet from his pocket, "I wonder how much a cab will be?" he muttered.
"It's Different Mathias, I barley ever talk to her! The last deep conversation I had with her was in Belgium during world war two! I don't know her like you know Norway!"
Denmark sat back up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Is-is it really that that different? If you don't go now you might never get chance l-like this again, and and its' the right thing to do, cuz if not you would would be a a dick, ya know?"
Netherlands rested his head in his hands. "You're probably right."
Denmark put a hand on his shoulder and pulled his cell phone from his pocket and began to dial some numbers. "You know what? I I w-will call up a taxi so you can go see her. What the number for your jet?"
"you know what's funny?"
"w-what?"
"This is probably the best advice you have ever given me and you're drunk."
"Is then an insult!"
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Alis crawled out of the tub and pulled the plug in the bottom; she reached over and wrapped a fluffy towel around her body. With another one she quickly rubbed her sandy tan hair.
She let out a groan and leaned against the sink, the phone call had ended abruptly and awkwardly, after that she spent a good three hours soaking in the tub listening to the beetles.
I shouldn't have called him; he's not going to help me…
She pressed a hand against her stomach before turning around and looking in the mirror.
I can understand why he wouldn't, we barley know each other and I'm not even that pretty. She reached up and touched the space above her hazel eyes. I've even got the Kirkland eye brows for god sake!
"Please don't look so sad Wales!"
"Ya, we don't like to see you sad, so smile!"
Alis looked in the reflection of the mirror and saw two of her fairy land on her shoulder, the red one and the purple one. Another groan escaped her lips, but she let them sit there as she brushed her teeth and finished drying her body.
She looked up as the red fairy jumped off her should and flew around the bathroom for a few seconds.
"Some ones at your door Wales and you won't guess who it is!"
Wales shook her head as she wrapped the towel tighter around her body as she exited the bathroom.
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Jan paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi in Cardiff Wales and stared up at the large brick apartment building. As the yellow car drove away, He pinched the bridge of his nose and suck in a deep breath, before climbing the stone steps.
"How may I help you?" the Woman at the counter droned out.
"Um can you please tell me what Number Alis Kirkland is?"
She yawned and tapped away at the computer keys as she mumbled. "Dutch fucker bothering me at two in the morning…"
Jan fixing one of the tulips in the bouquet of flowers he had bought on his way to the airport back in Copenhagen. He looked back up as the typing stopped.
She looked at Jan "Apartment 12C. Now please go away." she shooed him away with her hand.
God what a bitch! Netherlands thought as he walked over to the elevators.
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He stood in front of apartment 12C, his hand just hovering in front of the door. Should I seriously do this?
He scowled and raised his fist fuck it and pounded against the door. There was a pause and then he heard shuffling behind the door, it opened and Wales face appeared.
"Hello? - Oh Netherlands…"
Hell…
The Dutch felt his face heat up. He wasn't expecting her to be in nothing but a wet towel, to avoid her noticing the blush, he thrust the bunch of tulips towards her.
Aliss' head tilted to the side as she took it from. She stepped away from the door, allowing him to step inside, as she set the flowers on the table by the door. She began to turn around.
"Um, Netherlands, why are you-" As she turned around her lips me his in an open kiss. The arm holding the towel around her body fell and wrapped around his neck along with the other arm causing the towel to fall to the floor.
Netherlands arms went around her wait as he picked her up and made a beeline for the bedroom
The two fairies giggle from their spot on top of the TV.
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As the two came down from their high Jan rested his head on the others chest.
"Are you really pregnant?"
Wales Breathlessly nodded, "A hundred percent sure." Jans hand trailed down and rested on her abdomen. "Do you want to help me raise it?"
Jan hesitated before nodded. "Ya"
Wales hand went up and stroked his now un-spiked hair. "Thanks Netherlands."
"Jan"
Wales yawned "Hm?"
"It's Jan, I think were past formalities, Alis."
"Oh, thanks Jan" the male nodded as he felt the others heartbeat begin to lull him sleep.
"Jan?"
"Yes?"
There was a pause. "In the video, why did you tear my sleeves off?"
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And we finally find out why the story is named sleeves! I'm sorry for the late update, I will try to update sooner… I hope!