A.N: chapter 10 now the one you've all probably been waiting for it's the twins' birth. I realised there wasn't any FranAda in the last chapter so there's a long snippet today.

All spelling mistakes during speech are intentional due to accent.

Their lullaby: It's a really beautiful song http: / www. you / watch?v= 9TgRZ2Y7iw k& feature= auto play&list= PLB8 B1513C3 563D332&lf= plpp_video& play next=7 (remove spaces)

Warning: Swearing, France (he needs a warning all on his own)

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Key:

AxA = Alfred and Arthur

YxK = Yao and Kiku

LxF = Ludwig and Feliciano

AxL = Antonio and Feliciano

FxM = Francis and Mathew

XxX = Time skip

Chapter 10: Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman

Nanatsu no umi wa niwa dakan-na Roman to ryakudatsu Indo, HonKon, bessou chi kei ei (Fyu~) Koucha umaina!

Shinshi teki ni i-ko-u-ze Sumaato sa ga daiji Yoyuu misete From the cradle to the grave!

Shinjiteru koto aruze! Yousei, norei, yuurei, mahout Hiniku demo tashinaminagara Warette, warette, susume!

AxA

America whistled to himself, winter was setting in and it looked like snow was going to fall sometime soon. He was in his car setting out to get some coal for England's fire, but naturally he wasn't really paying attention to the road his mind was elsewhere, his babies could be born any minute and he was excited as well as worried. He glanced at his phone again hoping for a call or message off England telling him it was time.

"Mr America! Mr America! You're on the right! The right!" Latvia squeaked.

"Huh? Whoa shit!" Dropping his mobile, America spun the wheel until he was on the left, he forgot for a second English drive on the wrong side of the road.

Sealand pulled his head out of Latvia's chest "Can I see now? Are we dead?"

Latvia stroked his back "No, we're alive. Just about."

America rootled down under his seat for the mobile, dipping out of sight of the window "Aaaah!" Sealand screamed "We're gonna die!" he buried his head back into Latvia's shirt.

America dropped down a little more oblivious of the two trembling Nations in the backseat "Where's that damn-Ah-ha! Got it!" America bobbed up to be met with the screeching of a car heading his way; he'd drifted to the right again without knowing. "Shit!" Spinning frantically out of the path of the oncoming car he ended up on someone's lawn totally destroying their flowerbeds in the process. "Hahahah! Sorry dude!" he yelled out the window before driving off back to the store.

"Pl-please Mr America p-pay attention." Latvia whimpered.

England groaned holding his stomach; his waters had broken hours ago as soon as America left. He had slid down onto the floor of the bathroom due to the pain but now every time he tried to struggle upwards a new wave of pain would hit him making it unbearable to move. "Oh God." He cried out, his mobile was in his bedroom and he was in far too much pain to get it. He just wanted America back, he felt scared and he wanted to curl up and cry. He struggled to get his lower clothes off as an urge to push overwhelmed him.

XxX

America opened the front door a big grin on his face "Hey Iggy we're-"

"Aaaah! Bloody Hell!" a scream greeted them from upstairs, America's face paled as he dropped the coal.

He raced upstairs to the source of the sound, he threw open the bathroom door to see England panting, his legs sprawled open and his hands between them. The sight would have usually been arousing had it not been for the fact he was in excruciating pain. America fell to his knees in front of him "Babe, what shall I do?" he asked his voice raising a few octaves with panic.

England grabbed America's hands "D-down. H-hold the baby's head and gently pull out when I push." He told him; after all he birthed Sealand all on his own, no America, no doctors, just him and the silence of Roughs Tower. "Can you manage that?"

America nodded, gulping slightly he looked down and almost passed out, a baby's head was already out, doing what England had ordered he gently held the head he nervously started to pull as England pushed.

Finally after an exhausting hour a baby was born, it was slightly small but it looked healthy enough. America nervously handed the little boy to England, sobbing he cradled him to his chest "O-oh my baby. Welcome to the world, little one."

America searched for a towel or something to wrap around the baby, grabbing one he handed it to England. Carefully wrapping him up the new mother began to clean. "Babe, why is it ginger?" America frowned.

England shook his head "No love, it's blood." He wiped the blood and afterbirth off the tiny thing. It began to mewl pitifully.

"Who's blood? Is he hurt?" America asked worriedly.

"No, it's my blood. Birth is a very bloody thing Alfred." England answered "It's not as clean as the movies portray love." The baby's hair was now clean revealing a shock of sunshine yellow hair; it opened its eyes blinking in the light to reveal huge orbs of emerald green. Wincing slightly at the brightness the new born rubbed its eyes. England smiled in awe at the little him. The baby was the total spitting image of his mother without a doubt. The only slight inclination of America was a large freckle by his tummy button that America had in exactly the same spot.

America placed a hand on England's bump "Why isn't the other one coming out?" he asked nervous that something was wrong.

"I guess one wanted out sooner than the other." England murmured rubbing the baby's soft cheek.

America peered over at his son "Dude! Cute eyebrows!" he laughed poking the little tufts of hair on his son's forehead. England tutted, gently knocking his hand away.

He rested his head back against the wall "Honey could you cut his cord?"

America looked around "Err…s-sure…" Grabbing some scissors he looked around for something to bind around the cord, he felt thankful he had a conversation with both Germany and China about this. Finding nothing suitable he tore off a sleeve on his t-shirt, he tied it around the cord "Do I cut it your side or his?" he asked nervously.

"Mine love." England answered, closing his eyes he was starting to feel tired now. America used the blade to cut through the cord, he looked up to see if he was hurting either the mother or baby but both looked fine.

"Now what?" he asked washing his hands, he sat next to England.

"Now we wait." England answered; he rested his head against America's shoulder.

America wrapped an arm around his shoulders "Why don't you go to sleep dude, you look like shit." He muttered.

"Love you too." England tutted, but he snuggled into America to get more comfortable. America gently took the baby out of his arms, the baby had fallen asleep.

Sealand popped his head around the doorway, his face paled slightly at the sight of the blood splatters on his father and the floor. America smiled "Hey Sea, could you get Latty to whip up a bottle, y'know just in case?" Sealand nodded, he ran downstairs to tell Latvia the news that he was an older brother. England made little soft pained noises in his sleep, America sighed he knew the pain was far from over yet. He also had a horrible feeling the next baby would be bigger than the other. He gazed down at his baby trying to come to the terms that he was a father at, Human aged, nineteen.

FxM

"Bonjour!" France called out; he was pushing his now four month old baby in a pushchair.

Prussia threw himself on Canada "Hey dudes!" he then embraced France "Finally I get to see your little sqvirt."

France laughed "Oh dear Gilly 'as Austria been unkind?"

Prussia snorted "No vun can upset the awesome me." France raised an eyebrow even Canada gave him a look of total disbelief "Um…okay so only he can upset me." He mumbled "But I'm fine und nein he's been awesome. Even giving me blowjobs occasionally." Canada blushed. "But anyvay! Get in!" he pushed them into the hallway excitedly "There's a bunch of mother's in the living room, so Canada!" he turned to the shy boy "Vhere vould you like to go? Be bored to death by Mutters or come in the kitchen vith us awesome Vaters."

Canada stuttered slightly, he always felt awkward around Prussia due to them having a previous relationship together. When Canada left him for France it resulted in the albino almost committing suicide until Austria, Prussia's childhood love saved him. "C-can I go with the m-mothers?" he whispered.

"Of course you can!" Prussia grinned.

France gazed dreamily off into space "Ah mothers. Ze beauty of zem all."

Prussia cackled "Yeah vell mine is the hottest."

France blinked "Non I'll think you find za sexiest of zem all is Mon Canada. "

Prussia shook his head "You vish!"

As the two had a pretend fight Canada took Aurelian out of his pushchair he held him securely to his chest "See you later Francis." He said softly.

"Ah oui." France kissed Canada before pinching his butt as he walked off making him yelp in surprise.

Prussia followed bursting open the living room door "Another Mutti for you!"

"Danke Gilbert." Austria said smiling; he patted the seat next to him.

Canada took the offered seat shyly looking around at the other mothers. Hungary held a nine week old baby; she had soft brown hair like her mother but the red eyes of her father. Austria was holding his nine week old baby, who was gurgling and playing with an iron Kross around her mother's throat, which Prussia had gave him. Italy waved happily as he cuddled twelve week old Elfriede. Romano has a usual scowl on his face but it softened slightly as thirteen week old Marcus giggled happily. Poland was giggling as he tied a pink ribbon in his son's soft blond hair; Benedykt had the hair of his mother but the blue eyes of his father. And lastly little Japan who gave him a shy wave, three week old Xiaolian tucked safely in a material sling. "Erm…isn't England here?" he asked noticing the lack of his brother's boisterous energy and England's presence.

Japan shook his head "No Igirisu-san is due to give birth soon so I don't think he can make it."

"Oh." Canada smiled excitedly he'd get to see his little nephews soon.

AxA

"Okay dude push!" America encouraged. England groaned pushing hard; screaming loudly he finally pushed his second child out into the world. America grinned cleaning the baby; he was a lot surer of himself this time "Dude. This is best early Christmas present ever."

England smiled weakly "Merry Christmas, love."

America leaned over to kiss his sweaty forehead "I love you even more now Babe." America murmured.

"Why's that?" England asked tiredly.

"For giving me the best gifts ever of course. Our cute little babies." America hugged the new born that had started to cry. England exhaustedly reached out for him "No Babe. You need to sleep." America said disapprovingly. England murmured something unintelligible, America sighed "Babe, you're that tired you can barely speak." England's eyes closed slightly. America reached over to cup his cheek "The baby's going nowhere so you can see him after you've rested up a little." England sighed giving in; he was too tired to argue.

America gently placed the babies in their crib leaving them for a minute while he went to get his no longer conscious love from out the bathroom. Placing a hand under his knees and another around his back, he scooped him up holding the smaller man to his chest he gently took him to bed. Tucking up England, America stroked his hair "Goodnight Babe." He murmured.

The babies couldn't wait any longer to be fed, they cried a little louder, America rushed over to them not wanting them to wake up their mother. Scooping them up he took them downstairs, Latvia held out two bottles nervously "Oh thanks dude, but can you feed one?" America asked.

Latvia gently took the first born twin out of his father's arms; he placed him carefully in the crook of his arm, picking up the bottle he began to feed him. America grinned "Wow you'd be an awesome father dude."

Latvia blushed "P-paldies Mr America."

Sealand pulled on his sleeve "Can we have babies when we're older Latvia?" Latvia blushed deeper.

America looked down at the younger twin for the first time, he grinned, the baby looked exactly like him when he was younger. The caramel blond hair, the huge dark blue eyes, he even had a little Nantucket sticking up." Wow Iggy's going to love you." He muttered feeding the slightly whimpering child.

Sealand nosily peered at the baby in America's arms "Aw look he looks like you Daddy."

America laughed "Yeah." His smile faded as he glanced up at the ceiling "I hope it won't upset Iggy."

Sealand tilted his head curiously "Why would it upset Jerkland?"

America frowned "What happened to Mummy? It might upset him 'cause of the whole me thing." He shrugged. He really hoped it wouldn't hurt his love.

XxX

"America." England called weakly from upstairs.

America sighed "He should be resting." The babies were fast asleep in their father's arms, it took a lot to get the green eyed one to sleep because he kept wriggling and looking around as if searching for someone. "Coming Iggy." Ascending the staircase he nudged the door open.

"America did you put clothes on the children?" England asked tiredly.

"Yeah don't worry Babe, they're wearing clothes, they're asleep too." America answered sitting down on the bed.

"Can I see them?" England sat up slowly.

America nodded placing the tiny England look alike into his arms "So what's his name?" he asked curiously.

"Avery." England smiled stroking the sunshine yellow hair.

America grinned "So this one's Tobias right?" He tickled the caramel blond's cheek lightly.

"You know love; you can choose his name since they're both boys." England said softly.

"Nah it's cool, as long as they get my middle name." he grinned.

"Really? No Freedom or Hero perhaps?" England laughed.

"Naw I already have a cat called Freedom somewhere so I don't need a kid called it too." He leaned over to stroke England's cheek "So? About my name?"

"Of course they can have your name for their middle name darling." England smiled.

"Tobias and Avery Alfred Kirkland! Sounds pretty awesome huh?"

England reached out to grip America's hand "Bless you love, you even let them have my surname too."

America kissed his cheek "Yeah Sea already is called Kirkland so it made sense." England curiously looked at the baby in America's arms; America smiled nervously "So…um…want to swap?"

England nodded "Please." America carefully swapped the babies around, England gasped he smiled at the incredible likeliness of the child to his father "Oh Alfie he looks so much like you. He's beautiful."

America looked down worried "Yeah. England?"

"Hmm?" England looked back at him.

"How do you feel? You're not…sad are you?" America asked.

England laughed "No love. Quite the opposite in fact, I have my little America back." He cuddled the baby to his chest.

"Cool." America grinned "Well I have a little you." He laughed "Who knew you were so cute back then."

England tutted "Don't act so surprised."

America laughed "But I bet you were still a moody ass." England threw a pillow at him hitting him straight in the face. "Dude!" America yelped. England burst out laughing, America straightened his glasses, he gently put Avery in the crib. England snorted a little trying to stop his giggles; America put Tobias with his brother. "Right." He said seriously.

"Oh come now it was fun-ah!" England's words were cut off with a yelp as America pounced on him. England laughed as America started tickling him "Pl-please stop! I-I just gave birth!"

"You were strong enough to assault me with a pillow." America grinned his mock seriousness cracking, England's laughter although rare was simply cute.

England tried to crawl away from America still giggling "Pl-please, I'm sorry." He begged. America stopped, he sighed happily lying next to his love, England snuggled up to him his giggles dying away "You moron." He sighed happily.

America laughed "It's your own fault."

FxM

France being France had his hand on Spain's ass as the fathers were all gathered in the kitchen, Germany, Spain, China, Prussia and even nervous Lithuania. Poland came dancing in wearing, naturally, a dress "Liet, like, do you have Benedykt's bottle? He's, like, totally hungry." Lithuania pulled a bottle out of the bag handing it to Poland. "Thanks Liet." He swiftly kissed Lithuania's cheek before leaving.

Prussia grinned "Kesesese vhy does he alvays vear dresses?"

Lithuania shrugged "Because he looks pretty I guess."

Germany, finally prising France's other hand off his butt, noticed Prussia's feet on the table "Bruder get your feet off there I just cleaned it!"

Prussia scoffed "Gott und I thought Austria acted as a vife but you're something else!" rolling his eyes he removed his feet, knowing he'd probably end up with his beer can lodged in his head or something.

France laughed, his dreams had all come true at once, a kitchen full of pretty Nations and a living room full of more pretty Nations. He loved Canada very much but groping was hardly classed as cheating, it wouldn't hurt to touch. Spain was still wonderfully unaware of France kneading his butt, or if he was he obviously didn't see anything of it. France sighed wistfully, staring at Germany's butt again; it felt good to touch, round and firm.

Prussia lit up a cigarette; he was hoisted up by his collar and thrown out the open window into the garden "West!" his voice called out "I could have been hurt!" he complained.

"Good. I told you no smoking in the house." Germany scolded.

"Italy has a ciggie sometimes." Prussia whined he stood up a tulip on his head; he'd fallen into Italy's flower bed.

"Not anymore. He gave up." Germany stated.

"Fraaaance!" Prussia whined "Come out here and have a ciggie with me!"

France laughed "Shall I use ze door or ze window."

Prussia shrugged "Depends on West."

France pulled out a cigarette "Well I'll just be out zere in a-whoa! Zut alors!" he joined Prussia in the flowerbed soon enough.

"Bonjour." Prussia grinned.

"Ah bonjour." France waved from amongst the tulips.

Prussia cackled "Kesesese West's too harsh." He helped France to his feet.

France looked at his hand to see blood but there wasn't any pain "Um…Gilbert 'ave you 'urt yourself?"

"Huh?" Prussia glanced down to see a deep gash in his palm "Ah! West you're going to kill me! You made me cut myself und now I'm going to die!"

Germany rolled his eyes "I doubt it."

Running to the back door, Prussia burst into it to go to the living room where Austria sat "Roddy! Help me I'm going to die!" he yelled.

Austria looked at him a bored look on his face "Vhy?"

Prussia looked hurt "But don't you vant to help the awesome me."

Austria shook his head handing his gurgling daughter to Canada "No I meant vhy are you going to die?"

"Oh because of this." Prussia held out his hand. Italy squeaked in surprise at the sight of the blood.

Austria gasped "You silly dumkophe! How on Earth did you do zis?"

Prussia shrugged "Dunno."

Austria rose to his feet carefully taking his hand "Come vith me I'll clean zis up as qvickly as possible."

Prussia grinned at the others, it didn't really hurt that much, it was nothing compared to injuries he sustained in previous battles; he just liked to see Austria fuss over him. Austria was a typical wife, whereas he would annoy the hell out of Germany patching his clothes and refusing to let him cook for himself, it pleased Prussia. It made him feel loved, sure he didn't want to marry yet he didn't see the attraction in it, he and Austria already acted like a married couple he didn't see how a ceremony was going to change that.

As Austria cleaned his wound and dressed it cussing him for his clumsiness, Prussia knew he'd have a dumb wedding if Austria wanted one. Smiling he reached up to stroke the brunet's cheek, he regretted sleeping with Hungary but not Austria. He would never regret being with the love of his life, he especially didn't regret their special little girl. "Are you listening to me?" Austria scolded, his cheeks flushed slightly from Prussia's affection.

"Ja Prinzessin I'm listening." He whispered.

"Good." Austria pressed a kiss on his palm over the bandages; he gave the silveret a stern look "Now take better care of yourself. I can't alvays be here to help you."

Prussia brushed a few chestnut strands out of Austria's eyes "Yes you vill." He whispered.

Austria blushed slightly.

AxA

England fell asleep against America in bed, America smiled he watched the sun shine onto the man in his arms' face lighting up his features. His face looked more frail somehow, the dark circles under his eyes more prominent. The babies were as fast asleep as their mother, America smiled proudly to himself he was glad he was a father of such cute kids, yes even little Sealand. Stroking England's hair he sighed happily, he just felt so excited and happy to have kids he couldn't stop smiling.

A soft knocking on his bedroom door jerked America out of his thoughts "Yeah?"

Latvia shyly peered around the door "Mr America, Mr Canada and Mr France are here. M-Mr France is erm…touching Sealand…in-inappropriately."

America nodded "Okay I'll be right down." He thought he had better stop the Frenchman because if England woke up and saw him groping their son…well who knew what would happen. Castration probably. Gently lying England down in bed he kissed his cheek he climbed out of bed and followed Latvia down the stairs.

America entered the living room to the sight of France feeling up a smaller English Nation as Canada fed their son ignoring what his lover was up to. Sealand squirmed his cheeks reddening, shallow pants fell from his lips as France toyed with his body. "Dude leave the kid alone!"

France released the child to latch onto America instead "Ah bonjour, we 'ave come back from Shermany to see our cute little nephews."

America's face brightened "That's cool bro you should see them! Dude they're totally cute." He began to ecstatically describe them not realising France's pervy hands started to slide under his t-shirt "And they have such tiny noses! I mean tiny dude they're like-ah!" America yelped as France groped a nipple, he shot a glare enough to rival England's, grabbing the Frenchman's wrists he pushed them down out of his top.

Canada shyly changed the subject "Alfred would you like to see your nephew? I mean you haven't seen him yet so-"

"Dude!" America interrupted "Sure I'd love to see my nephew." He scooped up the giggling baby happily. Aurelian gurgled gazing up at his uncle "Aw man it makes me want to hold my own kids again." He grinned.

Canada giggled "So…um…who do they look like?" he asked timidly.

"Avery looks like Britain and Tobias looks like me." America answered.

XxX

England sat by the fire feeding Tobias, he watched America pace outside the window a cigarette in his hand as he spoke on the phone. America only smoked when he spoke to his boss; England believed he was more stressed than he let on. Sealand and Latvia were decorating a Christmas tree while Avery was by Sealand bouncing a bauble on one of the lower branches. England sighed watching America's body language turn to one of anger it looked like he was yelling. England looked down into Tobias' huge blue eyes "Wonder what's wrong with Daddy?" he murmured. Tobias only answered in wriggling his legs under the blanket. England gasped as Tobias succeeded in kicking off the blanket "Oh Tobias were you hot hmm?" he cooed stroking the adorable baby's nose.

Avery upon hearing his mother's voice began to whine, Sealand glanced at him "Why hello there friend whatever's the matter? Are you missing Mummy?" Avery gazed up at him his emerald eyes locking onto the cerulean blues.

England was about to say something but America interrupted him as he stormed in "Alfred whatever's the matter?" he asked seeing the dark look on the younger Nation's face.

"Arthur I need to talk to you." He said gruffly, he jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen. England got up to follow him gently putting Tobias against his shoulder to burp him.

"So what's wrong?" England asked sitting in a chair.

"My fucking boss! That's what's wrong he's pissing me off!" America yelled. England covered Tobias' ears. "He wants me to go to my Homeland."

"What now?" England frowned.

"Yes. I leave tomorrow. And that's not the half of it! He wants the..." America looked away his eyes turning into anger. "he wants in his own words…the British kid."

England tilted his head curiously "Who Sealand?"

"No. Not Sealand." America kicked a chair across the room making England jump "The British kid! Meaning one of the twins! He wants me to bring Avery as proof of our stupid union!"

"Stupid-"

"You know what I mean!" America slammed his hands down on the table "God! I am so pissed right now! I told him Avery was only a day old, way too young to travel but he wouldn't listen."

England blinked at him "America you're scaring me." He whispered.

America's anger faded seeing tears glittering on England's eyelashes. "Iggy. Babe come here." He embraced the Englishman "I'm sorry I'm not mad at you I promise."

England cried clinging onto America with his free hand "But I don't want you to leave."

America pulled away to kneel in front of him "I'll be home for Christmas; I wouldn't miss it for the world. It'll be our first Christmas together as a family and not a couple you, me, Sea, Latty and the twins."

"But what if you don't make it." England whispered.

"Hey I'll make it I'm the Hero remember." America murmured drying the tears that had fallen.

England smiled "You're a fool."

"I know." America said pressing his lips to England's in a chaste kiss.

AxL

Romano tutted Spain danced around decorating the place with tinsel. He muttered angrily to himself trying to untangle Marcus from the tinsel surrounding him thanks to his father's over the top tinseling. "Anton will you stop it? Stop tangling us up!" he yelled, he was frustrated that the glittery cords kept knotting up the more he struggled to unknot it.

"I'm just so excited Lovi! Our first Christmas with our little one!" Spain sang happily.

Romano scowled "Could you be a little less excited."

Spain shook his head "I can't my little Lovi." He pulled slightly on a loose tinsel strand which resulted in the whole cord to drop off Marcus onto the floor.

Romano gawped in shock "How the hell did you do that? I've been trying for fifteen minutes and it just kept knotting up! You just pulled once and-Fwoosh-it fell!"

Spain laughed rubbing the back of his head "Ahaha I guess I just have magical hands." He held Romano's cheeks. "But you know all about that huh Lovi?"

Romano blushed slapping his hands away "Sh-shut up stupid bastard." Spain laughed holding his arms out for Marcus, Marcus stretched out for his father giggling "No Marcus don't go to Daddy he's a mean tinsel monster. " Romano said pulling him closer to his chest "He'll attack you with gay frickin' glittery things." Spain laughed waving tinsel around.

"Uwaa!"

Romano froze looking at Spain "Did he just go…?"

Spain nodded "Yeah."

They both looked at the little baby that had just exclaimed the same noise as his uncle when frightened "Oh great that's just great. I didn't want another idiot Veneziano." Romano scowled.

Spain shot him a glare making him pale "How could you say that Romano?" Romano flinched Spain never called him his country name. "He's your baby and you don't want him because he made one small noise like Feliciano."

Romano shook his head "I never said I didn't want him I said I didn't want another Veneziano!" he protested.

Spain's face brightened into his usually cheery grin "Ah but Lovi you make that noise when you're scared too, it's much cuter when you do it though."

Romano looked down biting his lip "You bastard I hate when you're mad with me. You become Conquisitor Spain again not…c-cute Antonio wh-who's lovely and…nice…and sweet to me." He mumbled.

Spain threw his arms around Romano almost knocking them both onto the floor "Oh Lovi you're just too cute~!" he cooed.

Romano cursed loudly "You stupid bastard I almost dropped the fucking baby don't do that you dick!" But regardless of his struggles he wasn't trying that hard to escape really.

LxF

Austria rolled his eyes watching Gilbert act excited "Gilbert you're more of a child zen za babies are."

Prussia just laughed "Oh come on Prinzessin how often do ve get to celebrate Christmas properly vith children?"

Austria sighed "Ve did vith Holy Rome und Italy." Italy and Germany exchanged a shy smile, Germany's memories were sketchy of that time but he was glad to know he and Italy were childhood sweethearts.

Prussia nodded "Yeah but you held Holy Rome from me so I couldn't spend time properly vith him."

Austria grabbed his face "Shut up you alvays have to bring up zat fruitless var."

Prussia smirked "Fruitless? I took your vital regions I call that an accomplishment."

"That vas also my virginity dumkophe." Austria muttered.

"Yeah vell-" Austria cut him off with a kiss.

Italy giggled as Prussia crashed to the floor with Austria still attached to him in a passionate kiss. Germany sighed "Do you two mind? You're in the vay." Prussia stuck up his middle finger to his brother behind Austria's back as he continued kissing the Austrian.

"Wow they're horny huh?" Italy giggled. Hungary slid out a camera taking photos quickly while her daughter was being fed. Italy sighed forlornly "Ve~ Hungary." He pouted. "Why can't I do that?" he pointed to her chest.

Hungary placed her camera down to comfort her best friend "Aw Italy men can't breastfeed. You don't produce milk."

Italy nodded "But why?"

"Well…it'd be weird." She shrugged. "Well…not to me but others…"

"Veird? Oh because birthing a baby out your ass isn't veird at all. So vhy not sprout tits too?" Prussia said sarcastically.

Hungary glared at the albino now sitting up; Austria was sitting next to him straightening his shirt "Oh shut up moron and finish having sex with Roderich."

"I hadn't started yet." He shrugged.

"Well start then. Japan's looking for a little Pru-Ausso make up sex pics." Austria and Prussia exchanged a look.

"There vill be no sex in this living room." Germany snapped, he was trying to rewire the lighting fuse in the fairy lights for the tree, he had no idea what the hell Prussia did to them last year and he really didn't want to know "Fuck." He hisses as a sharp jolt of electricity stung through his finger.

"West ve have light!" Prussia grinned pointing to the tree.

"Vell I'm not using my skin as a conductor arsloche." Germany growled.

"Ooh Germany don't hurt yourself! Be careful!" Italy called out anxiously.

"Don't vorry I'll be fine, almost done." Germany reassured. Finally one little twist of the copper wires and the fuse was fixed.

"Thank God for German engineering skills." Prussia laughed.

"Aren't you supposed to be Germanic and yet you're useless." Austria sighed.

"Hey." Prussia pouted "I'm good at some things." He pointed to the baby in Hungary's arms then the one sleeping in a Moses basket behind them "There's nothing wrong vith my plumbing."

Austria rolled his eyes "So crude."

AxA

America smiled sadly as he packed his things away in his red Ford Explorer, Avery was in his Moses basket in the front seat "Alfred I'll miss you." England whispered.

America turned around to a sight that was truly straight out of a movie, England stood in the doorway his tummy still swollen from the pregnancy, a babe in arms with Sealand holding onto his shirt at his hip. Latvia stood on the other side nervously holding onto his arm. America walked up to him "Don't cry Babe." He kissed him gently "I love you and like I said I'll be back for Christmas."

England smiled weakly "You better you bloody fool."

America laughed "I will. Hey, give me one last kiss before I go." He said softly.

"You're a walking cliché." England tutted but he responded with a chaste kiss. America wound his arms around England deepening the kiss. Tobias reached out to grip America's shirt he whined when his parents separated.

America laughed softly "Come on Tobi let go Daddy has to leave."

England gently prised the little baby's hand off his father's shirt "Goodbye love. Drive safely remember it's on the left until you get to America." He said pecking America's cheek.

"Don't worry Babe I'll remember." America ruffled Sealand and Latvia's hair before kissing Tobias' forehead "See you Babe. I'll ring soon." He called before turning to go into the car.

"Call me as soon as you're in D.C." England called back.

"I will." America nodded.

England stood on the doorstep watching the car leave even when it was well out of sight. Tears rolled down his cheeks, it had been three years since they were no longer together. Three long years that they spent every waking moment together and now they weren't together even if it was for a little while England couldn't help but feel a little empty. Latvia gently pulled him in out of the cold. "Mr England, sir please you have to stay out of the cold." He said softly.

"Yeah." England said vacantly.

"Mr England." Latvia called out again louder this time.

"Yes of course. Sorry about that." England shook his head snapping out of his trance. "I've had America here so long now that it seems un-homely without him." He sighed "It's too quiet."

Latvia smiled reassuringly "He'll be back soon Mr England you'll see."

England laughed "You're right he'll probably come back dressed as Santa Claus and Avery as a reindeer or an elf and a garish outfit for me."

Latvia giggled "Probably Mr England. Sir I've noticed he can't keep his hands off you."

England smiled "Latvia, having you and Peter over these few months has been an absolute treasure. I'd love it for you to stay. You have become quite like a son to me and America and well…" he looked at Sealand munching on a cookie "Peter happens to be our son."

Latvia smiled happily "Oh Mr England, sir, it'd be an honour for me!"

England embraced him "Wonderful."

XxX

The ride to America's Homeland was a long and silent one without the happy chatter of his family. He was currently pacing his bedroom jiggling his crying son trying to shush him "Please Avery, please stop crying." He begged. Avery had been fed and he was wearing a clean diaper so he had no idea why he was crying as hard as he was. "Please Avery." He begged again. Avery kicked out slightly, obviously frustrated with something. "What is it? Are you missing Mommy? Is that it?" He coughed nervously putting on the accent he used when mocking England or just trying to make Sealand laugh "Now hush up lad, come on Daddy's here."

Avery stopped crying to give America a confused look "Ah-ha that totally worked." America cheered in his normal voice. Avery whimpered a little rubbing his eyes "Oh I see dude, you're tired. Well why don't you go to sleep?" Avery whined again looking at America expectantly. America frowned trying to remember how England got the babies to sleep back at home. The soft sounds of England's voice echoed through his memories, he was just as bad, as a kid he too wouldn't sleep unless sung to "Oh I see you want me to sing. Now what was that song again?" America mused; he started to hum the tune from his head the words coming back to him.

"Goodnight my Angel, time to close your eyes. And save those questions for another day." Avery giggled finally content with hearing what he wanted "I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say." America kept his eyes closed trying in vain to keep the words in his head "I promise I would never leave you, and you should know, I never will be far away." America opened his eyes not being able to remember the rest, but that was enough for Avery who was slowly dropping off to sleep in his father's arms. America placed him in his crib, stroking his hair he watched him fall asleep before sitting on his own bed heavily. He played with England's ring on a chain around his throat, sighing he curled up on the bed missing him.

"Goodnight my Angel, now it's time to sleep." England softly sang holding Tobias to his chest. "And still so any things I want to say, remember all those songs you sang for me, when we went sailing on an Emerald bay." Tobias yawned gazing sleepily up at his mother "And like a boat out on the ocean I'm rocking you to sleep. The waters cold and deep inside this mother's heart, you'll always be a part of me." Gently he lay Tobias down in the crib as he slowly drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight my Angel now it's time to dream, and dream how wonderful your life will be. Someday a child may cry and if you sing this lullaby, then in your heart there will always be a part of me."

With Tobias finally asleep, England curled up on America's side of the bed breathing in his scent from the pillow.

YxK

China smiled happily at the little Christmas outfit he had made for Japan; it was a very cute Santa dress, a very skimpy affair that would sure get him some sex. He knew Japan would look beautiful in it as he did in anything he wore, looking outside he saw his love training in the garden to lose the baby fat he had gained through pregnancy. China pouted he liked squishy Japan, to cuddle up to him at night and squeeze his little chubbiness but he'd support whatever the younger wanted to do. If his Kiku-chan wanted to lose weight regardless of how much he'd been told he was beautiful already then who was he to stop him.

Xiaolian wriggled slightly in her sleep, she was in China's sling around his chest listening to his heartbeat, China resisted hugging his doll-like daughter he didn't want to wake her up again.

"Yao-san I-" China hid the outfit hurriedly behind his back. "What was that?" Japan frowned seeing the flash of red.

"Nothing Kiku-chan. Why don't I make you something to drink-aru? You must be thirsty after your training." China said backing away.

Japan's curiosity grew he tried to peer around the Elder's back "Yao-san what was that? Prease tell me?"

China tapped his own nose coyly "Ah you'll ruin the surprise-aru."

Japan's eyes widened "Oh! Apologies Yao-san." He turned his back on China so he could escape to hide the gift. He shortly felt arms entwine around his waist, the absence of Xiaolian alerted him that she was put to bed.

"Your body is good-aru." China whispered.

Japan blushed "Arigato Yao-san but-Ah!" he cried out in shock as he was hoisted up into China's arms bridal style. China nuzzled him ignoring his soft protests.

The seven seas are like my backyard Romance and plundering I manage holiday houses in India and Hong Kong (Fyu~) Tea is delicious

I'll keep going in a gentleman like fashion Being smart is important I'll show you my composure From the cradle to the grave.

There are things I believe in Faeries, ghosts, curses magic My sarcasm is in good taste Laugh, laugh, go forward!

A.N: Thank you for your patience and for reviewing, PMing the works.

Arigato.