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Prussia was pissed off.
Not only was he in pain at the moment, he couldn't find the goddamn jar of pickled onions and several slabs of mature cheese he'd been almost tearing the kitchen apart for in the middle of the night.
The slight swelling on his stomach, that he'd been trying to hide so desperately for the past few months, kicked in protest as Prussia had to deny his hormones. Prussia punched it lightly. “Shut the fuck up!” One more kick, then the baby quietened down.
But Fate wasn't going to deal Prussia a good card right now.
Russia appeared behind him in the darkness, and in an instant, had him held just so that he was completely restrained, one hand moving over the bulge on his stomach. “Oh? What is this, my dear GDR?”
“Shut the fuck up, it's Prussia!” It was a knee-jerk reaction, yelled whenever Russia called him that name.
Those gloved fingers danced across the stomach. “It's now German Democratic Republic, my dear. Although, this little one will need a new name.”
“I don't want it!” Prussia snapped after a brief silence. “Especially since it's your fucking baby!”
Russia grinned, breathing against Prussia's neck. “I know it is, da. I thought Lithuania would be the one to get pregnant, since the new baby nation is to be situated between myself and him according to my great leader... how funny that you're the mommy, hmm?”
Prussia growled. “I said shut the fuck up! I don't want it!”
“You don't have a choice.” Russia said firmly. “I want to be a parent. You'd make me very sad if it were to be aborted, da.”
'Very sad' in Russia's vocabulary, of course, didn't mean that he would be emotionally upset. More angry enough to kill.
He leaned over and kissed the bump.
Prussia snapped again, trying to get him off as Russia's ear pressed against it.
“I can hear our child's heart beating, Prussia.” Russia said, childish wonder laced into his voice. “Now it's wriggling slightly.”
“Fuck off!”
“I won't.” He stated firmly, stroking the bump. “It's our child, and I'm very happy, da.”
“F-fuck.” Prussia growled. “How the fuck did you know?”
“Well, you aren't very good at getting up quietly and being sick, da. Also, I keep finding that my pickled onions are disappearing from the cupboards, and the cheese is going too.”
Prussia glared down at him. Russia was always watching, always waiting, with a stupidly fucking nonchalant grin on his face. The tall man then rose, smiling at Prussia before pecking him goodnight. “Make sure to sleep well, da~.”
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It's looking awesome so far, anon!
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