A.N: Man I'm so happy that this story is as popular as it is I never knew there were that many mpreg fans out there. I thought I was the only one who was weird enough to like it but seeing as there are many other people who like it there's no way it's weird. ^-^ The main reason I guess I like mpreg is because I just love it when a man holds a baby it's soooo sweet. .com/spots/uchiha-sasuke/images/8190886/title/sasuke-fanart You look at this pic and tell me it's not adorable I dare you! I know it's Sasuke but still its realllllly cute! (obviously the pic's not mine)
Oh yeah all spelling mistakes during speech are intentional due to accent (why am I still writing this surely after three chapters you know already and do you even read these?)
Warning: boyxboy lemon mpreg the full works.
Disclaimer: Hetalia sadly not mine.
This pairing is FranAda so a FranAda smutty smut.
Key: AxA = America and England's paragraph
FxM = France and Canada's paragraph
YxK = China and Japan's paragraph
LxF = Germany and Italy's paragraph
AxL = Spain and Romano's paragraph
XxX = Time skip
Chapter 4: Embrace the très bien moi.
Bonjour~ Je m'appelle Francis.
Seine-gawa nagareteku ai no seseragi
toumei na hohoemi ga sekai wo tsutsumu
jikanjiku kuruu hodo mitoreru hibi sa
aa nante utsukushii pari no panorama
e ni kaita you na machi sa supekutakeru de georgeous
soredemo oyobanai no ha sou sa ore ... très bien !
AxL
Spain whistled to himself checking the vineyards, the large tomatoes soaking up the sun. Romano was lying in the garden on a sun lounger, his shirt off so his healthy baby bump lay bare to the world. "Spaiiin! I'm thirsty!" he called out.
"Hold on Lovi, I'll make you a nice cool tomato juice." Spain answered.
Romano sighed "I'll make it myself then." He struggled upwards but out of nowhere Spain popped up.
He grabbed his shoulders pushing him back down "No Lovi I'll make it." He knew his little amor was not one for patience. Picking up some big fat juicy tomatoes out of the basket he went into the kitchen to make Romano his drink.
Spain handed him his cool drink with ice cubes "Here you are my pequeño y encantador. Drink it up." Romano took the drink smiling slightly in gratitude, he took an ice cube and plopped it on his forehead. Spain sat on the floor next to the lounger he gently rubbed Romano's bump.
"Hoy Spain, be honest with me." Romano pouted.
"Si, my little Lovi?" Spain smiled.
"Do you think I've put on weight? Because I think I have. I mean look at Veneziano he can get away with eating any old crapola and he never puts it on. But I do how the hell is that fair?" Romano pouted.
Spain laughed "Querido, you could put on two pounds or two stone it won't stop me loving you. Ahaha and maybe a little fat would be sexy Lovi."
Romano blushed "Sh-shut up idiot." Spain just laughed again he rested his head on Romano's bump to softly sing to the baby, Romano didn't slap Spain away anymore or tell him to shut up singing to the baby. Spain knew it was because he was scared when the baby stopped moving, as if on cue the baby started moving underneath Spain's hand wriggling cutely. Romano placed his hand over Spain's subconsciously "Antonio I wonder what the baby will be."
Spain sighed fondly "I hope it's a little boy seeing as how little Feli is having a girl."
Romano scowled "She'll probably look like the potato bastard."
Spain smiled gently "There's nothing wrong with that Lovi, Germany's a nice looking man so I'm sure the baby will be very beautiful."
Romano gasped "Blasphemy! How dare you say that macho potato muncher is nice looking! Obviously I'm much more handsome!"
"Of course you are my love but there has to be a reason why Feli likes him. Feli only likes pretty people so-"
"NO! He twisted my dumb brother around! It's not hard he's a complete idiot!" Romano pouted.
Spain smiled it was hard to keep a straight face when Romano was glaring with an ice cube on his head. "Lovi you have an ice cube on your head still."
"I-I know dumbass I like it there." Romano stuttered going as red as a tomato. "A-anyway don't change the subject."
Spain nuzzled him "Oh Lovi you're so cute." Romano grumbled not bothering to fight the older man off because secretly he liked the nuzzling and Spain rubbing his cheek on the top of his head.
AxA
"Alfred." England groaned from the bathroom, America ran into the bathroom seeing the blond slumped by the toilet "Alfreeeed!"
"What Babe?" he asked, England was acting like he was drunk but he hadn't had any alcohol since finding out about the pregnancy.
"Alfreeeed I feel bloody awful." England moaned.
America wound his arms around him comfortingly "It's okay Iggy just relax."
England nuzzled into his chest "I'm going to puke." He muttered.
"Not on me again!" America spun England around so he faced the toilet. England groaned throwing up; America tucked his hair behind his ears out the way. England heaved in between crying, America soothingly rubbed his back.
Eventually England struggled to his feet after finishing; he brushed his teeth cleaning up. America closed the lid before flushing it down. "Arthur? Are you okay?" England just grumbled in answer, concerned America held him to his chest again.
FxM
France yawned in boredom in the conference room waiting for everyone to turn up. "Why are we even bozering with zis meeting?" he sighed to Canada "We all know it'll just end in anozer fight again." Canada nodded.
England walked in yawning slightly; he looked around for America who said he'd meet him in the room. "Huh?" he strode over to Canada "America why the bloody hell are you sitting next to France?"
"B-but I'm-" Canada's stuttering was cut off by England cupping his cheeks and kissing him roughly. America walked in; he raised his eyebrow seeing his lover make out with his brother. Canada struggled a little, England pulled away looking down he frowned putting a hand on his tummy.
"Say America have you put on-oh bollocks it's Canada!" he jumped back in alarm "I'm sorry Canada I never meant to do that."
Canada nodded his cheeks flushing "I-I get mistaken all the time I'm used to it." He stuttered.
France laughed his 'Honhonhon' laugh pulling Canada close to him "Ah my Amie Angleterre is so foolish oui?"
England growled "I'll tell you who's-"
America grabbed him around the chest "Calm down you're pregnant!" England closed his eyes trying to calm down; America took him to his seat "You don't want to give the kid high blood pressure do you?" England shook his head.
The other countries came in eventually; Prussia looked unusually depressed he glanced at Austria sadly. Austria folded his arms looking away from the silver haired man but tears could be seen in his eyes behind his glasses. Hungary guiltily placed her hand on Austria's arm; Germany sensed his brother's mood he muttered something in his ear trying to cheer him up.
XxX
"You know what." England sighed once another fight had broken out, this time France saying something about England's hair and America jumping in to his defence.
"What?" France and America said together, both had their hands around each other's throats.
"I think until us 'mothers' give birth and the hormonal tensions have gone down we should hold off the conference meetings." England replied.
"Yeah you're right dude." America smiled letting go of France, he threw an arm around England's waist. England took off America's skewwhiff glasses; cleaning them he put them neatly back onto his face. "Let's go out for dinner." He grinned.
"It better bloody well not be a fast food restaurant!" England grumbled.
"Nah I'll take you somewhere classy. Somewhere you'll totally love."
England smiled "Oh Alfie."
France rolled his eyes before turning to his love "'Ow about I cook us up something special hmm?" Canada nodded eagerly his eyes lighting up. And on that note the meeting had once again grinded to a halt without anything being solved.
XxX
Canada was sitting in a soft armchair on a wooden gazebo outside in the garden; the French sun warmed his bare legs. He wore only a large dress shirt to cover his bump, it hung halfwaydown his thighs. France smiled, he was washing up the dishes, looking out the window of the kitchen he could see Canada reading. He smiled watching the younger curl up in the chair, he put his book down to pet his tummy. Drying his hands he went out to where Canada sat. "Francis." Canada smiled noticing the older man.
"Mathieu bonjour mon amour. 'Ow are you feelin'?" He replied kneeling down in front of him.
"I'm feeling fine Francis. You erm…have forgiven me for kissing England haven't you?" Canada asked nervously.
France chuckled "Oh sweet, that wasn't your fault. Zilly Angleterre does not know ze difference between someone beaux and someone arrogant. I blame ze weazer. Ze eenglish are too afraid to open zere eyes properly." France waved his hand nonchalantly.
Canada giggled slightly as he ran his fingers through France's soft golden tresses "I hope our child has hair this colour."
France snorted "Anyone can 'ave zis bland boring colour but not everyone can 'ave your soft caramel blond. If anyzing I 'ope he has your colour." Canada smiled happily his cheeks glowing, France scooped him up in his arms "Come let us go inside." Canada was a little surprised at how strong the French man must be to be able to pick up a heavily pregnant male who was also taller than him so easily. He wound his arms around France's neck scared of being dropped; France went into the kitchen first to pick up something. Canada tilted his head cutely wondering what it was "You'll see mon chéri." He said slyly.
France carried his lover upstairs, the object pressing into Canada's side, he tried to look at it but his bump was too big to see over.
LxF
Germany sighed trying to quieten his brother who was uncharacteristically on his knees crying into his stomach because Austria wouldn't talk to him "It's your own fault bruder, you slept vith them both vithout protection."
"You're not cheering me up as such are you West?" Prussia said sarcastically.
"Vell vhat do you want me to say? That it's going to be fine und he'll love you und everything vill be vunderbar?" Germany sighed.
"That vould be nice." Prussia pouted. Germany rolled his eyes, the way Prussia was acting you'd think HE was the one pregnant not Austria and Hungary. "Call Austria for me."
"Call him vhat?" Germany asked "Okay fine." He sighed seeing the look on Prussia's face. Standing up he tried to prise Prussia off him "I can't call him if you're attached to me bruder."
"B-but." Prussia's eyes teared up again.
"Look I can't move Gilbert so get off me." Germany scowled.
"Ve~"
Germany had never felt so happy to hear a ve in his entire life "Italy get here."
Italy waddled in a huge smile on his face and a cherry lolly pop in his hand. "Si Germany?"
"Could you help me get mein bruder off?" Germany groaned trying to struggle out of Prussia's iron grip.
"Si. Hey Prussia I'm much more cuddly come see." Prussia latched onto Italy so quickly Germany almost fell over in the sudden absence of his brother. Italy cooed softly to Prussia like he was a frightened child, he gently stroked Prussia's hair. Rolling his eyes once more Germany went off to phone Austria.
FxM
France lay Canada on the bed, the dress shirt rose up his legs a little, France smiled "Ah my love, look 'ow sexee you look." Canada giggled shyly; he twirled his curl around his finger blushing. France lowered his head to kiss his long legs.
"Francis…um…what was the thing you grabbed in the kitchen?" he asked the curiosity getting the better of him.
France raised his head smiling "Zis mon chéri do you know what zis is?" he waggled the bottle in front of Canada's nose.
Canada's eyes widened "Francis! Ah! M-maple syrup!"
France nodded "You haven't had zis for a while correct?"
Canada gazed longingly at the golden coloured bottle "C-can I have a small taste?"
France laughed lightly "You can 'ave zis my love." Canada let off a little excited squeal taking the bottle, squeezing a little on his fingers. He closed his eyes letting out a soft moan as he sucked on them, France grinned already dirty thoughts going through his mind. He pulled the bottle out of his hands "Do you want to lick it off moi?"
Canada blushed "Okay." He struggled into an upright sitting position, he unbuttoned France's shirt eagerly "Francis can I lick a little off you now?"
France laughed "Of course ma petit fleur." Canada squirted a little on France's chest he licked at it eagerly, France gasped a little he watched Canada's little pink tongue lick his nipple, Canada closed his eyes moaning a little in delight. France stroked his lover's hair "Would you like me to lie down my sweet?"
Canada nodded sitting back a little "Please strip."
France got off the bed pulling his shirt off himself slowly. Canada's huge blue eyes locked onto him full of excitement, France noticed the younger males hand travel south to stroke himself through his underwear. "Am I turning you on?" he murmured huskily.
Canada nodded his hips slightly jerking into his hand "Please Francis, please touch me." France reached down to stroke Canada through his underwear, Canada sat back holding his hands out behind him for balance, his legs spread open wantonly. Putting his knees on the bed France leant over him pushing his hand down the top of his underwear to give him skin to skin contact. "Francis!" he whined, tilting his head back he closed his eyes.
France gently stroked him until a little precome oozed through the material dripping down his hand. France pulled his hand out licking the moisture off a smirk on his lips. Canada laid back his hips arching up as he wriggled off his underwear; France helped him throwing them over his shoulder. He swiftly unbuttoned Canada's shirt spreading it across his body revealing the large bump, he descended on his pale throat licking his way down. Canada arched feeling the elder lick and tease his nipples "Fr-Francis lie down." He whispered breathily.
France lay back allowing the younger to do as he pleased, Canada squirted syrup onto his chest. Giggling he drew a small maple leaf around his navel. "Ah claiming me az your own huh?" France laughed, Canada nodded. He lowered his head tracing the sticky golden lines with his tongue, moaning he closed his eyes in sheer ecstasy. France watched the sexy expressions on his lover's face, wincing slightly he felt Canada's delicate tongue trace over a sensitive part of his skin. "Mathieu my dearest 'ow about you lick it off anozer part of my body?"
Canada made a cute purring sound as he unbuttoned his jeans; he slid them down once France raised his hips allowing access to them. Yanking down France's underwear Canada squirted his vital regions with syrup. He licked up the hard quivering muscle excitedly, France groaned closing his eyes. He hoped Italy wouldn't phone him just to tell him the baby kicked, he liked knowing but not while he was sleeping, showering or…well doing this. Italy had the crappiest timing when it came to phoning up someone.
Just as soon as he thought that the phone rang, Canada raised his head curiously drool and syrup running down his chin. France reached over to grab the phone he gestured to Canada to sit up nearer to him as he kicked off his jeans and underwear. "Bonjour." Canada squirted syrup onto France's fingers, holding his wrist he guided them over to his entrance.
"Big Brother France! Big Brother France! The baby kicked! The baby kicked!"
"ITALY" came a yell behind the excited Italian.
France sighed pushing a sticky finger into Canada making him moan a little "What do you want little Italy?"
Italy 've'ed' happily "Big Brother France, the baby kicked."
Canada moaned softly moving his body against France's hand eagerly.
"Well zat's good news Italy but I'm busy at the moment." France replied pushing in a second finger, Canada gasped his back arching slightly.
"Aw. Big Brother France is always busy." Italy sighed sadly, France could picture his pout.
"Italy get off the phone! I vant to phone Austria!" Germany's voice came from somewhere behind him.
"WEEEEST!" came the distinguishable whine of Prussia. France held the phone away from his ear hearing grunts and struggles, he looked at the phone in bewilderment.
"sorry about that." Germany said politely.
"Aw Germanyeee!"
"WEEEEST! When are you calling Austriaaaa?"
"In a minute! Gott verdammt!" Germany yelled "Anyvay goodbye France." He said before abruptly hanging up. France grinned Germany sounded almost like he was the father of the other two and Austria almost sounded as if he would be the mother.
Canada let out a loud moan bringing France out of his amusing thoughts. That was one of the things he loved about Canada, the usually quiet, timid boy was so vocal and confident in bed. "Francis!" he moaned softly. France watched Canada's face turn into ecstasy. France laughed lightly realising his fingers were pressed into Canada's prostrate; he removed his fingers much to Canada's disappointment.
He leaned over taking the maple syrup out of Canada's hand, he stuck the nozzle in his entrance and squeezed. Canada gasped at the cold sticky fluid seeping inside "Franciiis!" he whined.
Francis smiled putting the bottle down, he watched the syrup leak out of him onto the covers. "Honhonhon do you feel ready my love?"
"Ah! Oui, oui!" Canada begged. France slid the tip of himself into Canada; Canada dug his fingers into the covers his eyes clenching shut in pleasure and a little pain. France sank into him the syrup helping by giving him more leeway. "Francis m-more. All of it please!" France complied thrusting in all the way giving the younger male what he wanted. Canada's hands flew up to grip France's forearms tightly; France smirked knowing his Canada couldn't get enough.
Canada looked exactly like his twin brother America only cuter and younger looking; he was how France imagined America to look if he was the bottom in the relationship. Canada's eyes flew open as France started to move inside him, France gripped the covers on either side of Canada's head. Canada moaned winding his arms around France's neck resting his head on his shoulder. France licked Canada's ear feeling him shudder. "Francis…find it please." Canada panted breathily. France pushed in deeply making him cry out loudly with pleasure "A-again! Francis again!" France grinded into his sweet spot making the younger see stars. Canada arched "Faster!" he commanded his short nails biting into France's skin. France withdrew before snapping his hips against Canada in fast paced thrusts that made him scream.
Canada wound his legs around France as best he could wanting friction to his aching arousal. France sculpted his body around the firm bump so that his stomach rubbed his member. "Pl-please…Francis…make me c-come." He begged.
"Don't worry mon chéri you will." He murmured huskily in his ear. With a few more thrusts Canada started to moan louder.
"Oh! Oh no...Francis! I'm…c-cumming!" he cried out, his arms tightened around France almost choking him. France felt hot liquid splatter up his stomach; Canada screamed his inner walls tightening around him. France groaned loudly filling up his lover. Canada loosened his grip of France, bouncing onto the pillows.
France pulled out "You don't mind if I 'ave a cigarette do you?" he asked. Canada shook his head crawling under the covers. France lit one up crawling under the covers with him. Canada snuggled up to him but kept his nose pressed under the covers so he wouldn't inhale smoke. France took a drag exhaling away from Canada; he stroked his back gently, drawing circles as Canada drifted off to sleep.
LxF
Germany held the phone away from his ear as Austria screamed at him "Calm down Aus-"
"Don't you tell me to calm down! I am going to vring his neck! I expect at least him to be vith me!" Austria yelled.
Germany sighed "But Austria he can't go over there, for vun thing Hungary's staying vith you und you know those two hate each other and another thing you haven't spoken to him." He tried to reason.
"Don't you dare schtick up for him! He told me zere vas novun else!"
"And you believed him." Germany grumbled rubbing his temples. Austria became silent on the phone "Austria?"
There was the sound of soft sobbing before he spoke "I-I can't believe zat bastard vould do zis to me! I love him."
"Then come over." Germany sighed.
There was a pregnant pause (no pun intended) before "…okay." Came the mumbled reply.
Germany hung up the phone turning around to the mournful Prussia who had heard Austria screaming at Germany. "He's coming over but you need to sort this out."
Prussia threw himself into Germany's arms "Oh bruder I love you!"
Germany pushed him away blushing "Ja, ja ich liebe dich too." Italy cooed softly in happiness.
Bonjour~ Je m'appelle Francis
The babble of love, flowing with the Seine River
A transparent smile will encircle the world
The more you mess with time, the more you admire everyday life
Ah, what a beautiful panorama of Paris
A picturesque town, as if drawn in a painting; spectacular and gorgeous
Even so, it is unnecessary; that would be me… Très Bien!
Translations:
pequeño y encantador = little lovely in Spanish
Querido = darling in Spanish
mon amour = my love in French
beaux = beautiful in French
mon chéri = my darling in French
ma petit fleur = my little flower in French
A.N: You may or may not be glad to know that I am doing another story to this it's Prussia's side of the story. I decided to write it thanks to a curious reviewer who was interested in a PruAusHun chapter. Well I'm afraid Prussia and Hungary hate each other and somehow they just slept together. Angry sex I guess. The loving side is more in the PruAus due to me being a big fan of that couple.
I guess I'm writing it because you're probably dying of curiosity and I feel like a bitch for not giving some sort of story to something of a sub plot pairing. *sigh* I should probably go to bed now it's quarter to two in the morning.
You see how much I love you I love you enough to stay up this late so you can have an early update in your emails when you wake up.
Arigato.