Three days after the whole America-Russia fiasco, the World Summit was finally over and Canada was the first and only nation (thus far, of course) to go and see America. He had the excuse from his boss to go give America the notes from the meeting that he'd missed, but really the quiet and demure nation just wanted to check on his little brother.

However, upon arrival, the conversation had been more awkward then the Canadian had anticipated. The first 10 minutes had been spent in comfortable silence with a distant America staring down into his coffee cup, like it had all the answers in the universe, and the all but nonexistent Canada twiddling his thumbs, sitting across from his Southern brother and staring at his own feet.

The silence continued until the Northern brother took a deep breath and sighed before he decided to finally elicit some conversation. "So Alfred…uhm…t-this coffee table looks new. Is it red oak?" America shook his head. "No, it's white oak. S'just a little older so it looks darker. I was at Bob's three weeks ago and it was on sale because it was left over inventory. Plus the old table was really worn with scratches n'stuff plus the third leg kept unscrewing and falling off, so I junked it and got this." He shrugged. He wasn't his normal, happy, loud self but at least he was speaking.

"Oh. That's an interesting story, eh?" He bit his lip and tried to think of something else to say before the silence returned. "So…" this time America broke the silence, "what did I miss at the meeting?"

"Oh not much really. Other than your uhm…incident with Russia, it was pretty normal. They all argued on how to solve a problem and the result was England and France fist fighting in a dust cloud, Japan apologizing for no reason, Italy doodling while he napped and Germany trying not to have an ulcer. You know, the usual."

"I see…and what about ah…,fuckface?" He didn't even want to call the icy nation by his country name. "Fuckface? Oh! You mean…Russia…" He said his name quietly, being sure to tread carefully in this conversation with his brother. "Well, he was quiet like usual. I mean, he didn't have that creepy fake smile for once, his face was kind of blank, but other than that, he was the same as always."

"Oh…I see…" Alfred wasn't too sure what to think of that. He wasn't sure if Ivan even cared that he was pregnant. He wasn't even sure that he wanted him to care. One thing was for sure was that he never wanted to nor planned to have a child with that communist monster. But at the same time…he wasn't just about to give it up. He'd be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind at least once, but he couldn't do that, abort his own child. His boss wasn't too pleased with the decision or the fact that he was pregnant but he wasn't going to force America to get an abortion either.

"Alfred…do you want to talk about it? What happened between you and Russia, I mean." Canada was treading on thin ice and he knew it, but his brother needed to get over it and move on so he could focus more on his new responsibilities.

"There's nothing to talk about Matt. He toyed with me, fucked me, and now I'm preggers. You act like it's a big fuckin' deal." Well actually it was kind of a 'big fuckin' deal', especially since nation pregnancy, male or not, is extremely rare.

"If it's not such a big deal then why did you act like that the other day?" "Because I was fuckin' pissed! You sayin' I don't have a right to be pissed?!" "I'm not saying that at all Alfred! I'm trying to help you here. If anything you should be grateful, since I'm one of the few people in this world who actually cares enough to talk to you and concern myself with your problems!"

That struck a chord with the American as he realized his brother was right. Really, who did he have that actually cared about him? Japan, England, and Canada. It was pretty sad that he could name all his friends on one hand. Or rather, it was sad by country standards.

The stubborn American sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. I haven't been handling this well at all. It's just…I don't know what to do. What do you do when you're pregnant with the baby from a man you hate?" He looked brokenly up at Matthew.

The Canadian sighed as well. "I can't answer that Alfred. At least I can't answer that and promise that my advice will be correct. But if it were me…" He closed his eyes, pondering for a few moments. "I think I would settle it between myself and him in front of our bosses. Almost like a peace treaty between the two nations and terms of permissions and access to the new colony."

"You know, that actually sounds pretty good. I mean, I don't really want to see him right now but if we get it done and over with professionally then maybe I'll actually get some idea of what to do." He smiled for the first time in awhile. "Thanks Mattie. You're a good bro." "It's my job, eh? Someone has to keep your weird ass in check."

America went to his boss the very next day to request a meeting with Russia and Russia's boss. Though it would be a good month before his request was granted. It was understandable, seeing as both countries had had previous engagements and had sometimes been busy while the other was free. But America felt more nervous, right up until the actual meeting date.

On the day of the meeting, Russia sat down across from America and their respective bosses sat adjacent from each other.

The arctic-haired nation of course smiled his usual fake smile at the blonde. "Privyet Fredka. You are looking well, da?"

Alfred resisted the urge to glare and wore a fake smile of his own, his white teeth clenching together tightly as he lied right through them. "Hey Russia. And don't call me so casually. You look good too. Have you come up with your end of the terms?"

"Oh course, da. After initial shock, I have been doing the thinking and have come to conclusion that I want child too. After child is born, they will live with me and be my colony."

"Fuck no! We're sharing the new territory equally, you're lucky I'm even letting you get any land at all or even see my child you fuckface!"

"Alfred!" America's boss harshly barked at him before turning with an apologetic look to Russia's boss. "Please, forgive him. You know how dramatic he can get." Alfred glared at his boss but Russia's boss merely nodded. "Da, do not worry, friend. But I am agreeing to sharing the colony equally. There is also being one more issue."

Everyone, including Ivan, turned to look at Russia's boss. "Because of your Alfred being Mat and my Ivan being Otets, I suggest they will live together and raise child. It will improve their mood I think, they will be used to each other and even if they are not loving one another, they will learn to raise colony in relative peace. It's making the sense, da?"

Alfred felt his eye twitch as his anger began to rise. "Hell no, I'm not letting that commie bastard stay at my house!" "Alfred, hold your tongue! These terms are very good, and I agree." With that, America's boss and Russia's boss shook hands in agreement. "I am agreeing with him as well Fredka. This will be fun, da?" Ivan giggled.

Alfred just groaned, there was no use in arguing, he'd already lost. God he wished he could have a drink.

Author's Note: I'm really really sorry that it took so long! Honestly, I've been confused and second guessing where exactly I have been wanting this story to go, and school work mixed with major procrastination equals no results. Or at least, long over due results. And I'm not going to lie, this chapter is kinda filler. At least it feels that way to me. I promise more will be coming soon. Thank you to anyone who is still reading this!