Sorry for the long wait my laptop had a virus again.
Disclaimer I don't own hetalia… now I am sad.
Holy fucking god has it really been two fucking months since I updated! I am so sorry everyone! I got side tracked in school I was failing in math for a bit, but I'm doing better now and so I got my laptop back YAY!
No one guessed right on the two mystery people in the last chapter, in fact no one guessed at all. I guess you guys don't love me enough!
Wales wears a uniform now, her boss though she should since the other nations wear theirs. It's the same as Englands only it's a royal blue instead of green. The other Kirkland's wear the same on Niall and Palladeus are crimson and Albas' is the same as Gwynedds only his has two white belts going in and X direction over his front.
Wales is about three months now, it's early January.
Chibisiam – I'm not quite sure what you mean?
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Wales set the box of Christmas decorations away in the closet of her storage room. She let out a groan from the dull throb in her room. When she reached around she let out another groan as her fingers couldn't quite reach the soreness.
Gwynedd sighed in defeat and looked at the box behind her, That was the last of them, call it odd but she liked to get her Christmas stuff put away as soon as it was over, an absolute fresh start at the new year some would say.
Her hand moved from her back to the side of her neck to scratch it. Yes, this Christmas was… her fingers brushed against the metal on her neck… nice.
She pulled the sliver pendent out from under her shirt and let the metal rest on top of her uniform.
Yes, this Christmas was nice.
The snow had caused some early trouble in her travel plans but with a few strings pulled and a few arms twisted here and there but she was able to get a flight out of Cardiff and spent a quiet Christmas Eve and day in Amsterdam with Jan watching black and white Dutch Christmas movies, eating nothing but an endless supply of honeyed ham.
Jan had gotten her the necklace she had been wearing. It was a clear crystal ball a bit smaller then a ping pong ball and it had two silver bands wrapping around it like a spiral and intertwining at the bottom. It was pretty old and he claimed it had been "laying around with no real use, and it suited her"
She giggled lightly as she remembered the blush painting his face and how he had mumbled it and looked away as he shoved the box in her direction, honesty, that man could be so tsundere sometimes.
The hand drifted down the front of her blue uniform and it stopped to lie over her stomach, a little bump had appeared. The mid section of her uniform was getting a bit snug; she'd have to get a new one when she got farther along-
BAM BAM!
She heard Pete start barking and run to the door. (Remember she has a dog) Gwynedd paused, that's odd she thought as she exited the storage room and made her way to the door, Jans' not supposed to be here until next week?
"Jan? - AH!"
"Quick grab her!"
"Momma, I'm thirsty"
"Ve~ we should do this at the olive garden, I saw they're having a pasta dinner special!"
"Hush sweetie and let Mommy finish repressing Miss Wales, Feli, find a coat its cold outside"
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They're mocking me, I can tell.
Jan stared at the rows of books in front of them in irritation.
Woman's guide to pregnancy? No
The modern girls guide to motherhood? Negative
Maybe baby? What the hell is that suppose to mean?
He bit the inside if his cheek, itching for a cigarette, The Dutchman sighed and pinched the bridge if his nose. If only they had an 'I got a girl knocked up and now I'm gonna help her' book, this would make things a lot easier!
"Are you okay?"
Jan jumped in surprise and looked to his left. The woman who gained his attention gave a nervous smile. "You look lost" Jan nodded and looked back at the pregnancy books. "There are so many of them"
"Pregnancy books?"
"Yep"
The woman reached up and grabbed a book off the top shelf and handed it to him. "My husband got this, it helped him a lot" Jan looked at the book in his hand.
Mans guide to a pregnant chick.
He turned back to the woman and gave a half smile. "Umm, Thanks?"
She beamed at him before walking away. "You're welcome and good luck."
Jan walked in the opposite direction and set the book on the counter; the woman scanned it and put it in the bag. "You and your wives first?" Jan scratched the back of his neck.
"I'm not married"
"Girlfriend?"
"I guess you can call her that."
She looked at him confused and handed him a plastic bag with the book in it, and Jan left.
A few blocks away from the bookstore he slipped the end of the cigarette past his lips, after lighting it her sucking a breath of tobacco and blew it towards the sky. He looked back towards the ground and sucked in another mouthful of smoke.
A pair of brown boot walked by and stopped in front of him. He looked up and the cancer stick almost fell from his mouth. "Russia? What the hell are you doing here?"
Ivan smiled, his pipe swinging in his hand. "Kidnapping you~"
"Wha-?"
The Russian nation turned away and waved his pipe around in the air. "I found him! ~"
Out of nowhere Germany, Iceland and Austria ran out of nowhere, grabbed him by the arms and began running dragging him behind them.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
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Again I am so sorry for the late update!