It would be another few months before Alfred would have the misfortune to confront Ivan again. And this time it was during a world meeting. By now, he was over the whole ordeal, or at least, that's what he told himself. The healing process hadn't gone well at all considering the fact that the poor boy never got any kind of closer from the Russian nation and the few friends he had were too busy with their own lives to be bothered with his problems whenever he tried to call.
With no one left to turn to, he had to vent all his problems out on poor Tony. But his alien friend was only so much of a comfort. And as if to make matters worse, he couldn't even have his ceremonial "cheer-me-up junk food" which usually consisted of even more McDonald's and ice cream. However, as of late all his favourite foods were becoming disgusting to him and when he finally decided on something to eat, he wound up throwing it up later. Seriously, did Russia give him some kind of commie disease or some shit?
Even right now in the meeting room he was feeling nauseous. And pissy. Very very pissy. He'd also been getting mood swings along with the strange cravings and sickness and his sour mood was only made worse upon seeing the object of his absolute hatred just sitting across the table from the surly blonde, wearing that stupid fucking innocent little grin on his face just like always. Alfred wanted to wipe that fucking grin right off that fat fucking commie face…with his chainsaw.
Japan and England, whom were sitting on either side of America, felt a disturbance in the air and glanced over to their friend, who was by now emitting his own menacing aura. Russia wasn't the only one who could make the air surrounding him threatening it seemed.
The raven haired island nation hesitantly extended a hand and ever so gently tapped the seething honey blonde on the shoulder. "Ano, are you feering alright America-san?" He kept his voice like usual, quiet but full of concern. "I'd be a lot better if I had Russia's head on a fucking platter…" He hissed through clenched teeth and suddenly covered his mouth and wincing, as though he were in pain. The mention of the word 'platter' made him think of food and thinking of food brought that nausea feeling back to the surface as he could already feel the bile rising in his stomach. Alfred abruptly stood, excused himself, ignoring Germany's ranting about him interrupting, and headed for the nearest bathroom.
Japan passed his fellow island nation that was no longer obscured from his view a quizzical and concerned look. England only returned the look with a questioning and slightly irritated one of his own. Russia meanwhile, had watched the whole thing from the corners of his violet eyes and was a little more than amused. 'Oh how cute, just looking at me makes him sick to his stomach, how funny!~' the cruel nation thought to himself, bemused, before turning his attention back to whatever it was that Germany was rambling on about this time.
*Time Skip*
Later that night, America sat in his hotel room, moping on his bed with Japan by his side, soothingly rubbing his shoulder for comfort. "America-san, what's wrong? You can terr me you know." "Thanks Kiku but I don't wanna bother you…I just gotta lay down for a little…I feel sick to my stomach…" He rubbed his aching stomach as emphasize when he felt tautness in his stomach that he hadn't felt before. It wasn't muscle and it wasn't bone, and he hadn't been losing any weight lately, so why the hell was that small area freakishly taut?
"Americ-…Alfred-san," Japan switched his form of address to show that he was being more friendly and personal. "I am sorry that I could not herupu(help) before hand, I had many things going on in my country, you understand. But I am here now, hai? Prease Alfred-san, I don't wish to see you so sad."
The younger blonde male continued to confusedly rub circles around his stomach while he listened to his Asian friend. "S'ok dude, I get it. And I do appreciate that you wanna help but…can you do me a favour?" He suddenly sat up and looked at his friend with a serious but worried expression.
Kiku blinked but nodded. "Hai, what do you need Alfred-san?" "Touch my stomach." With that the island nation turned three shades of red and began to sputter, taken aback by the sudden mistakenly vulgar request. "N-nani?! Ano, that seems a little sudden…" The honey-blonde sighed at his traditional friend's misinterpretation and shook his head. "Not like that Kiku. I'm serious; I want you to touch my stomach. Like, I've been throwing up all over the place and eating weird food and now my stomach feels weird, like literally it's all tight and shit, look!" He took his friend's hand and without his consent, lifted his own shirt a bit and pressed the raven-haired nation's hand to his ever so slightly distended stomach, moving it around a bit so he'd really get a good feel. "There, ya see, is that normal?"
Kiku was about to retch his hand away until he made contact with Alfred's intriguingly protruding abdomen. He blinked and stared with confused fascination at the area and experimentally moved his hand on his own without Alfred's aide. Kiku then slowly withdrew his hand and furrowed his brows. "I do not berieve that is normal…perhaps you should talk to China? He may be a bit unbearabur(unbearable) at times but he is old and wise with years. If anyone would know what that is, it is him."
Alfred considered the idea, none to calmly I might add, as panic started to seep in more. "So there really is something wrong with me isn't there? Something bad probably! But no, I can't ask Yao, he's still pissed because I owe him all that money…" Japan just sighed. "Alfred-san, even if you have disagreements with China, I am sure he wirr still herup you. He is not so heartress you know."
The stressed blonde pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up slightly and sighed as well. "You really think he's gonna help me out bro? Ugh, fine, whatever, ain't like I got much of a choose, may as well give it a shot." He'd gone from panicky to irriatated in a matter of 30 seconds. The mood swings were relatively mild, but Alfred had lost his temper once or twice in a rather harsh matter. He just hoped he didn't say anything regrettable to Yao, his relations with the shorter but older Chinese male were strained enough as it was.
So Alfred left his hotel room with Kiku and the two went around asking the other countries if they'd seen China. After a good ten minutes of asking, they finally found Yao in the luncheon court, arguing with South Korea over something stupid, most likely.
Kiku quietly walked up and cleared his throat. "Ahem, China?" China and Korea turned to face the other Asian nation. "Oh, hey Japan! You originated from me, da ze!" "Hush Korea!" China scolded the ever chipper if not somewhat delusional youngster. "Sorry about that Japan, you know he is. Anyway, what are you wanting from me?"
"America-san has…a sort of issue involving his body that he would like your assistance with." "Bu a! What make him think I am be helping him? America, where the money you owe me?!"
The honey-blonde just glared at the other. Under normal circumstances, he would have been weakly chuckling to seem nonchalant while coming up with an excuse why he was late with payments or how he needed another extension or he'd pay him back eventually. But today wasn't exactly a normal day with him. "Hey piss off ya old geezer, I been dealin' with a lotta shit lately, I don't need to take any from you too!"
China was surprised, to say the least. His caramel coloured eyes widening in shock but they narrowed soon after and he stuck his nose to the air with a harrumph. "Hmpf! Aiyah, so rude and disrespectful! This why I no do no favours for you!"
The pissed off American was about to retort before Japan got between them and attempted to plead with China. "China prease, America-san means no disrespect! He has not been feering well rately, I can assure you he is actuary quite scared. Prease China?"
China blinked and took in the informationbefore looking America up and down. The other looked like he was seething with anger quietly though his posture was rigid yet slouched, his eyes had small bags from being swollen and not sleeping properly and his over all appearance, although slightly intimidating, just looked listless.
Yao sighed, there must be something really wrong with him if he's acting and looking this way. "Very well…I help. But it cost you! I no do this because you friend. You can even have Japan pay for you if you be wanting him to. I do not care either way." China waved his long sleeve around while he spoke. "Follow me to my room. Luckily I am always having spare medical equipment."
So the shorter male and the taller, now less agitated blonde followed Yao back to his hotel room. Once they were there, Yao began to asking questions and giving instructions. "Ok America, where is it hurting?"
"Ugh…all over man. I can't keep anything down! I can't eat fast food and I have a strange craving for goulash! I've been on an emotional roller coaster all week, well, according to my boss more than a week, and my stomach's getting bigger! No really, and it's like kinda hard. Like, it's not fat flab or anything, it's growing and I'm fucking scared!"
Kiku placed a calming hand on Alfred's shoulder gently before the larger nation could go into hysterics.
"So you are having vomiting, cravings, mood swings, and bigger belly? May I see?" China asked pointing to America's stomach.
Alfred blushed slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable having to show Yao is stomach but willing regardless. "Uh, yeah sure I guess…" He discarded his trademark bomber jacket then his neck tie and dress shirt, revealing his slightly tanned somewhat muscular chest and a nice looking abdomen that lead down to his navel, which protruded compared to the rest of his body, even if only a little.
China walked over and rubbed his hand over the extended area, noticing how the other winced slightly from the strange feeling of his abnormal stomach being more or less caressed. "Hm…aiyah…this is very odd indeed. I have being an idea of what it is but…I can't be sure." The older nation removed his hand and shuffled around the room, looking for a bag.
Alfred gulped, getting nervous. "W-what do you think it is dude? I-is it really bad?"
China waved off the question as he rummaged around in the bag he was looking for and pulled out three pink sticks that resembled mouth thermometers. "Never mind that yet. Here, take these. I want you go into the bathroom and be urinating on this small part here. When you are done, bring it back to me and then we are to be waiting for the results.
Alfred felt himself bristle, even Nantucket stood erect. "E-excuse me? You want me to piss on a stick and give it to you? What kind of shit is this!" China sighed, figuring that America was going to be immature about this, which is a good reason why he didn't tell him what kind of test the stick was used for. "I know it is sounding weird but these sticks will prove my suspicion and be doing your diagnosis. So do you want to know what is wrong or not?" China crossed his arms and cocked a fine black eyebrow, his long sleeves falling over his hands as usual and hiding the sticks.
The honey-wheat blonde merely rubbed the bridge of his nose, lifting Texas in the process. "You know what? Fine, whatever, I really don't fucking care anymore!" He snatched the sticks from the elder nation and grumbled something under his breath as he entered the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving a patience-losing China and concerned Japan alone to attempt to make awkward conversation.
A minute or so later, America emerged from the bathroom, sporting a large blush on his face and, with humiliation and a small sense of broken pride, handed China the pink sticks.
"This better be good 'cuz that was fucking weird dude. So now what?"
"Now we wait a few moments longer for the results. The results will appear on this small tab over here." The trio waited a few agonizingly slow moments that seemed like hours before a symbol popped up on all three of the test sticks.
"Hao a! The results are here! Now let's see…yi…er…san…all three of the tests have a plus symbol. Congratulations America. You are pregnant! This is to being a very big honour! Not many nations can bear children you know, much less male countries." China actually smiled but his quickly dropped when he saw the look of shock and horror on America's face. Wordlessly, hot tears began to stream down the American nation's cheeks and he gasped before letting out a strangled cry and covering his mouth. He suddenly turned on his heel and made a beeline for the bathroom and began to wretch into the toilet.
Japan and China rushed to his side, Japan rubbing soothing circles on the younger nation's back and China holding back America's hair so that it wouldn't fall in the bowl. It was mostly just water and dry heaving at this point but Alfred still felt sick to his stomach. And the half blubbering cries, half choking sobs he emitted didn't help with the feeling.
"Shh…America-san, you really must calm down a bit. You now know the news and it could not be better! What else is bothering you?"
"-hic- you don't understand dude! I-it's…R-r-r" The rest got lost in translation as he dry heaved once more. China rolled his eyes, believing that America was just being overly dramatic as usual, although those active hormones were certainly playing a big part too.
"We can't understand anything that you are saying. Speak clearly, do not act like a child."
At this, America forced the sick feeling back in his stomach and glared at China. "You want me to speak clearly? Then I'll fucking speak clearly! Russia did this to me! He's a fucking bastard! Do you understand me chinky, huh?! 我说，俄罗斯 做 这是。俄罗斯这样做是为了我。我想谋杀他。他把我的宝宝在里面!"
China's mouth was agape in shock. Though he wasn't too sure what he should be more surprised about. The fact that America just admitted that Russia got him pregnant or the fact that he'd just spoken in fluent Mandarin Chinese.
Author's Notes
我说，俄罗斯 做 这是。俄罗斯这样做是为了我。我想谋杀他。他把我的宝宝在里面!
"I said, Russia do this. Russia is doing it for me. I want to murder him. He put my baby in me!"
Sorry, the translation got slightly jumbled. Unfortunately I don't know enough Chinese to not use Google translate. I also apologize for the severely late update. I originally had planned to upload this the week after I first posted the fanfiction however while working on chapter two, I got stuck on which direction I wanted this to go. That and school is a bitch. I hope that you like this chapter. If there are any improvements you think I should make please let me know. And don't expect this very often, I personally don't like doing Author's notes in the story. Hope you enjoyed!