Hurray, it's time for another chapter, and thank you all for reviewing this story so far, when I first started this in my mind I though oh well, I'll just update when ideas come to me, but all the review have given me the will to push forward!
Fan art is highly appreciated! And it also helps motivate me to right, it's a large writing inspiration factor actually!
Disclaimer- I don't own hetalia!
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Jan rolled over in his sleep, one arm limply reached out to the spot beside him, looking for his missing source of heat. He let out a groan from the back of his throat as his eyes cracked open, he sat up and yawned and turned his head towards the bathroom.
Okay, Alia was gone, and there was an odd wrenching sound coming from the bathroom down the hallway, so the first guess would.
Morning sickness, of course.
He threw his legs off the side of the bed and reached down and grabbed his pants the Dutchman buttoned them as he padded bare foot down the hallway.
Alis knelt on the floor dressed in panties and a large gray t shirt, clutching the porcelain god like it was a life line. Jan put his hands in his pockets as he shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to do.
"Um, is Moring sickness normal for pregnant women?" Of course it is you idiot!
The other gave a terse nod as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Ya, it's usually normal for the first three months or so." She turned her head back towards the toilet as another round of bile for from her throat.
As the last of Aliss' stomach contents were emptied into the toilet she reached up and flushed it away. Jan crouched down next to her. "Feeling better?" he asked as he rubbed her back. Alis nodded, "much better, can you carry me back to the bed?" she reached up and wrapped her arms around the Dutchman's neck. "Can't you walk?"
Alis looked away and blushed. "I can't, my legs are shaking."
Jan snorted as he tucked an arm under her legs and the other around her waist, and carried her back to the bed and set her down and situated himself next to her. Alis scouted closer to the other and Jan wrapped one arm around her waist.
With his free arm he reached down into his pocket and pulling his phone out and flipped it open.
After scrolling down the message history, he scowled and closed his cell and set it above Wales head.
"There's a world conference in a few days in Munich, Germany." His bedmate shifted and let out a "Mmm"
"Are you going?"
Alis shifted closer, and whispered, "I'm so tired; ask me again in a few hours."
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"Do you think anyone will notice?"
"You're no more than two months, I haven't noticed anything and no one else will."
Alis turned, facing her side in the mirror and bit her lip. "I know, but I still get that feeling that people are going to notice something."
Yan puffed out his cheeks and looked at the ceiling. "The meeting going to start any minute if you don't hurry up."
Alis closed her eyes and sighed as she followed him in "alright…"
Jan crossed the loud bustling room and sat down between Belgium and Denmark. And Alis went the opposite way and sat with Aran and Ardal. Aran nudged her in the arm.
"So, I saw you and Netherlands come in at the same time, so I can say something good happened?"
Alis blushed and opened her folder of paper pulling a few out and setting them on the table. "What makes you think that?"
"Well the hickey on your neck says a lot." The welsh girls face turned scarlet and a hand slapped against her neck hiding it and she shot a glare at the Dutchman, who gave her a wickedly smirk. Alis then looked back at Aran.
"Did you tell out brothers?"
Aran Pointed to the other Kirkland sitting beside Alis. "Only Ardal but what do you expect he's my twin."
Ardal pushed his glasses up and gave her a small smile. "Congratulations" he murmured quietly.
Their conversation and many others were silenced as America stood up from the front of the table and started the meeting.
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I hope I left you all satisfied! I did my best for this chapter!
But there is going to be a lot of drama in the next chapter. It involves gossip hound fairies and family conflict and all that jazz.
Tune in next time!