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Author's Note:
I haven't touch this account in who knows how long. XD Back in May, I got a review requesting for me to post a Prustria/AusPru/PruAus oneshot and I've finally gotten off my lazy ass to do so. (I have no excuse for the hiatus; I don't think school counts.)
Translations (in order of appearance):
German
Vater: Father
Mutti: Mom
"Come on, just one won't hurt anything."
Prussia eyed the can of beer Denmark held in his hand. The world meeting was about to start and Prussia could feel the pressure welling up inside him. He wanted that drink so damn bad, but he knew he couldn't have it—he may be awesome, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. He tried to think up a million excuses of why he couldn't accept the "drink of the awesome" as he'd dubbed it.
Confidence boiling within, Prussia puffed his chest up proudly and declared, "I've decided I'm too awesome to drink beer!"
All chattering came to an abrupt stop; no one made a single sound as they stared at the ex-nation.
"Are you alright, Prussia?" Spain spoke up with concern for his friend.
"Hm," Hungary muttered, walking over to the albino, "You're not drinking…and your clothes have seemed to be tighter," With these words, she tugged at the fabric around his abdomen, "You've refused to have sexy-times with Austria for the last month or so…"
Austria felt his face burn red, "That's not something you tell people! And how do you even know—"
"Hush! I know what's wrong!"
All nations in the room stared at the Hungarian woman as she went on with her findings, "Prussia is pregnant! Yay for mpreg!"
"I'm…" Austria felt himself utter, "I'm going to be a Vater?!"
"Yep!" Prussia suddenly exclaimed, "Our kid is going to have the most AWESOME Mutti!"
The sound of Germany slapping his palm against his forehead was heard throughout the room.