Japan was just as shocked as China, if not more so by Alfred's sudden outburst. "Russia did this to you America-san?" Alfred nodded his head and wiped away his tears. "Yeah…-sniff- he did."
China just looked at with surprise. "Russia is the father? I thought you too hated each other, aru. When did this happening? On another note, when you learn to speak fluent Chinese?"
The tired blonde sighed and sat on the ground, away from the toilet bowel and wiped his sweaty bangs out of his face. "We do hate each other. He tricked me into thinking that he loved me so I kinda…fucked him. Goddamn it I'm such a fucking idiot!" He rubbed his temples. "But I've known Chinese for years, Cantonese and Mandarin. Learned it back in '56 I believe. Or maybe it was '57. I'm not a total idiot like everyone says I am. I do know other languages besides English. I know twelve to be exact."
"Really now? Interesting…aru. So you and he are not in a relationship then?" The blonde shook his head in response and got up, heading to the sink and washing out his mouth. "No, I'm not in a relationship with him. How could I after what he did to me? But the next time I see him I WILL fucking kill him." He hissed through clenched teeth, his anger flooding back to him.
Japan looked worried and tried to convince his friend otherwise against the idea. "America-san, I can see why you would angry…but prease do not start a fight with Russia! And you must stop getting so angry so quickly, you might hurt the baby." It was a strange thing to say but it was true. Even if he wasn't that far along yet, from now America had to realize that what he did with his body and his actions had consequences on not only himself but the new life growing inside of him as well.
The distressed blonde only glared, turning on his Asian friend. He knew that Kiku only had his best interests and the child's at heart, but he couldn't help but completely ignore that fact at the moment as raw anger clouded his mind.
"Why the fuck should I?! I have every fucking right to be pissed after what that bastard did to me! He tricked me, he degraded, he humiliated me, and he got me pregnant! Pregnant! If that doesn't warrant someone to get their ass kicked then I don't know what would! No, you know what? Fuck it, I'm not waiting. I'm gonna find that bastard RIGHT now and give him a piece of my mind!" The fuming blonde all but screamed and left to go find Russia.
China and Japan exchanged a mutual worried and panicked glance as the irate American stormed off. "Aiyah, we have to stop him! He might really kill someone!" Now of course nations couldn't die by normal means. Generally they were basically immortal unless their country fell. If you cut off their head or stab them in the heart their body will shut down and 'die' but they'll be fine the next day. But even so, America wasn't the world's super power for no reason. He can't kill Russia but his monstrous strength would certainly warrant the nation incapacitated and sore for days. Not to mention that there would be a large possibility that Alfred might hurt the undeveloped fetus inside of him.
The two Asian nations made haste and grabbed America before he got very far. But despite their efforts, the blonde would not be stopped so easily and continued to stomp down the hallway, searching for the Russian bane of his existence.
A few passerby nations gave them a puzzling look as China and Japan clung to a seething America's arms, trying and failing to pull him back or at least make him stop. All they really did was slow him down a little, but not by much. "Aiyah! America is about to go on a rampage! I would stay clear if I being you!"
Two of the nations they happened to pass along the way were Germany and Italy who gave them the same questioning stares. "Vhat exactly are you doing?"
The shorter raven-haired male turned to his friend and spoke quickly before America could drag them too far away. "Germany! Prease, we need your herupu, America-san is trying to get to Russia and kill him, prease herupu us stop him before he causes WW3!" He thought for a moment before quickly adding. "O-oh but don't grab him by the stomach!"
Germany nodded and walked over to the angry American nation and grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around America's chest. "America, stop zhis at vonce! I vill not have you going around und causing trouble at zhe vorld meeting simply because you are pissy!"
But even Germany's strength wasn't enough to hinder the blonde. Granted he slowed a bit, having to carry the extra weight, but he did so with relative ease, dragging a surprised Germany behind him. "Shut up Germany, this doesn't concern you!" Alfred shouted back at the other blonde and continued onward.
"Ve, Germany! Germany, don't leave me behind!" Italy panicked and grabbed onto Germany's suit, now also being dragged.
Unfortunately for them, Russia wasn't proving to be as easy to find as once thought. Meaning that America was more or less dragging a string of nations behind him throughout the hotel. Germany and Japan warranted the help of all the nations they happened to pass during America's tirade and by the time America finally located Russia, who was outside in the hotel gardens admiring the pretty flowers, the livid American had Germany, Japan, China, Italy, France, England, South Korea, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Romano, Spain, Hungary, Prussia, Taiwan, and even Vietnam dragging behind him. Japan of course had to remind them all not to grab America by his stomach, but they were talking at once, trying to get America to stop but all their pleas fell on deaf ears. Damn, they were getting heavy! America was finally starting to really struggle to continue onward. No! They can't do this, Russia was right there, he was right fucking there, and America would not be stopped until he saw that fake fucking grin wiped off that commie face and smashed into the ground.
Ivan meanwhile, had been humming to himself and admiring the pretty flowers around the gardens. Sunflowers were still so much more beautiful, but these flowers were nice too and they had a very pleasant smell. His calm evening was suddenly interrupted when he heard the shouts of many nations heading his way being dragged behind by a very irate-looking America.
"Russia you bloody git, I don't know what you did but if you value your features, I'd start running!" England called as a few other nations sent warnings to Russia. "Oui, Amerique has snapped and is out for your blood!"
"Oh? Then let him come, da? I have not had a good fight in awhile.~" He smiled innocently but a dark aura was already starting to surround him. Well, Russia knew that America was still sore about what he did but he didn't know that the sunshine blonde would be this angry. And that look in his clouded sky blue eyes! So much pure, unadulterated hatred! He hadn't seen America give him such a look since the high point of the Cold War.
America saw red as he heard Russia's words and he began to emit a dark aura of his own.
At the sight and feel of the menacing air, all the nations gave in and let America go, fretful for their own well beings, or just deciding to let whatever happens, happen.
"America-san, prease, I beg of you to reconsider!" Japan was the final voice of reason amoungst the bumbling group of nations.
"Too late dude, this fucker dies today!" With that America pulled back one newly freed arm before delivering a devastating punch to Russia's face, a nice cracking sound was heard, it was apparent that Russia's well-endowed nose had been broken as he reeled back from the force of the punch and covered his stinging face.
Though it only took him a moment to recover before the icy nation returned the favour with a hard punch of his own to the American's face.
The nations watched with morbid interest as the two nations went at each other. But Japan couldn't bear to watch. As the punches went flying, he grew more and more fearful for the unborn, undeveloped fetus inside of America; Russia was going to kill it before it ever got the chance to even form. He couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to have to do this, but it was his last resort, he just hoped America didn't hate him afterwards. "America-san, prease stop! What about your BABY?" He'd said the word 'baby' extra loud to make sure everyone could hear over the scuffle.
"WHAT?!"
Every nation froze, including America and Russia. There was an uncomfortable silence but it didn't last long because Italy was the first to speak up. "Ve, baby? Nations can't give birth Japan, how can America be pregnant?"
Before Japan could answer, China chimed in instead. "Bu a, nations can give birth Italy. It's just being extremely rare. America is being as the first nation to give the birth in over 1,000 years! Aru!"
Russia looked at America quizzically and looked down where his stomach and his fist were. He hadn't punched him in the stomach, he almost had, he was close, but Japan's announcement had stopped him just in time.
The ashen blonde looked back up to the honey-wheat blonde and inquired his thoughts aloud this time. "Is that true, Amerika?" Was America really carrying his child? He'd heard stories of nations from thousands of years ago being able to give birth, like Greece's mom and Egypt's mom, but he didn't think it was still possible, and with a male nation no less.
America looked back at Russia, the anger he'd previously had dissipated once more and dissolved into a cluster of emotions. Shame, regret, sorrow, and realization. Realization that this was fucking stupid. That Russia's hand was touching his stomach, that he really was having a child, and he'd done something wreck less that almost destroyed it. And even worse, that Russia helped make that child.
"Y-yeah…" He spoke quietly, his cerulean blue eyes brimmed with tears but he fought them back. No, he wouldn't cry in front of Russia, he refused to.
"Yeah…it's true, I'm pregnant. And you're the father." Despite his courage, he just couldn't bring himself to look Russia in the eyes as he spoke. There were so many thoughts running through his head but all he really wanted to do was run home and hide.
The taller nation though, took in all the information and widened his eyes. He drew back his hands and just stared at the other for a few moments. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say, what could he possibly say? "Amerika, I-"
"No. No Ivan just, no. Stop whatever is it you're gonna say. I-I can't do it, I can't talk to you right now!" With that said, the emotional blonde turned around and walked quickly back into the hotel, opting to pack his things and head home. He'd have someone send him the notes from the meeting later but he just couldn't deal with anything to do with Russia at the moment.
So America returned home that night, and the first thing he did was plop on his back on his bed and tried to get some well-deserved rest. He'd deal with coming to terms with his new life and explaining to his President how exactly he, as a male nation managed to get pregnant, and with whom, in the morning. But for now, sleep sounded fucking fantastic.