Feathers [2a/?]
anonymous
January 31 2010, 14:53:23 UTC
I am really sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter out. There is no real excuse, but still I hope some people are still following!
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The room was filled with Nations babbling to each other, just like every other World Meeting, and America stared at them in amusement, a smile stretching his lips so much he felt his face hurt.
Yet, obviously, he couldn’t stop.
Still looking around, America bounced to his seat, hands trembling a bit whilst holding his super secret documents, and waited for Germany to stand up and demand them all to shut up. This month it was his turn to start, after all -besides, he quite liked to yell at everyone for making too much ruckus.
France and England were not even yelling at each other. America didn’t know what was going on, but to see a flustered England splutter, unable to speak, whenever France looked his way, was quite entertaining no matter what. They had been like this for a while now, and this was the third meeting in a row.
Not that the other nations needed them to be loud.
“Stop poking at me or I’ll swear I’ll go Spartan on you”.
It appeared as though Greece and Turkey still couldn’t get in the same room without starting to bother each other…
“Mr. Russia, would you please stop trying to stretch Latvia…”
Alfred threw a semi-concerned look at the Baltic group, where Russia was standing, but decided it wasn’t safe to intervene.
It never was.
“Hey, Liet, look, I totally made my nails look fabulous, don’t you think? Flashy pink is the new groove!”
America didn’t even want to glance at Poland now.
“Ve~ Germany, will you please start this thing? I am hungry and I want to go eat burgers!”
That was enough to have the whole room fall into a strangled, shocked silence. One by one, most of the nations turned towards the Italian, who apparently oblivious to the attention, was clinging at the German’s arm and giving him his best puppy eyes.
America held back a smile.
“Ah, yes” Germany stood up, coughing in embarrassment at the attention, and made to speak, but on the other side of Italy, Japan quietly moved to place one hand over the Italian’s forehead, excusing himself as he did so.
“Italy-kun, do you feel sick, perhaps?”
Italy’s smile was as bright as usual, as he shook his head, reassuring his friend.
America darted his eyes around, noticing the lack of Italy’s brother from the room, and let out a small relieved sigh.
The older of the Italian Nations was home with a light flu, and Italy had promised him Romano was not to move from his bed, and Spain had remained there to fuss over him and make sure he rested… this solved one part of the problem.
America just had to keep away from the two brothers when Italy went back home to tell Romano, and everything would be fine. After all, whilst he didn’t oppose them anymore, he wouldn’t have liked what America was about to do.
“Well, let’s start today’s world meeting” finally Germany managed to get the Nations’ attention on him and slammed one hand down. Everybody quietened and shuffled with their documents, waiting their turn.
America fidgeted, feeling his excitement roar up considerably. He couldn’t wait… couldn’t wait…
Finally, after a boring intervention from both England and Russia, Germany nodded at him. America jumped up, barely containing himself, and puffed his chest out, knowing he had all the attention he needed.
“My fellow Nations!” he started, smiling and looking at everyone, beaming. He saw England roll his eyes. “You can consider yourselves invited to the splendid, majestic party I am going to hold in my house!”
Reactions were loud and instantaneous -Poland jumped up, bouncing in happiness at the thought of a party, Russia turned to the side, muttering a soft kolkol sound, Switzerland snorted, not caring at all, whilst some other nations were simply surprised at the announcement.
Feathers [2b/?]
anonymous
January 31 2010, 14:54:47 UTC
“A party? What is that for, America, aru?” leaning forwards on the table, China’s eyes narrowed as he counted up what he could sell America for the party.
America’s smile almost blinded the nations closer to him. “I am throwing a party to celebrate my mate’s pregnancy!” he finally announced, fingers tingling as he grabbed the table’s surface.
There was a moment of shocked silence.
Then, almost as if acting under command, every nation turned towards England, who noticed and spluttered indignantly, whilst France leaned over to pat his shoulder.
“Oh, curse you all! Bloody hell, no!”
For a second, everybody looked uncertain, then they all turned towards Japan, who had been staring cautiously at America. The moment he realised where everybody’s attention was, he flushed darkly.
“No! Kami only knows that-! It is not me!”
Hiding his face in the sleeves of his formal kimono, Japan let himself be swallowed by his mortification.
The other nations, caught by surprise, all turned as one, this time to the empty spot at America’s left.
The empty spot gasped in shock under the intense gaze of so many people who usually ignored his presence, and fidgeted, choking the polar bear he was holding. America followed their gaze, momentarily surprised, and his face twisted when he realised who they were looking at.
“Oh, eww, no! He’s my brother, you sick people!” he curled his nose, patting Canada on the shoulder as his twin trembled a bit.
Bulgaria, Australia, Turkey and Hungary all looked at each other, the latter exchanging some sort of meaningful gaze with Poland above Liechtenstein’s head, checking with Mexico and Tunisia, then at Greece.
As nobody seemed any wiser, everybody, most shivering and hesitant, turned towards Russia, who had remained blissfully uncaring at the information he had received, and was smiling in his seat.
America stared at him wide-eyed, paling at the implications.
“Oh, no, no, no nononono… no!” he waved his arms around, trying to get the attention of everybody back to him. “No! It’s not… oh, damn you all! It’s not Russia! Would you stop assuming?!”
“Then, who is it?” Hungary stood up as well. She didn’t know America that well, but to hell with it.
America smiled at her “it’s Italy, of course!”
There was virtually no pause between his words and the following laugh, which left America completely befuddled.
Everybody seemed to relax, leaning back on their chairs.
“What?”
“Ha, that was good, America” Mexico chuckled, shaking his head. “Stop joking now!”
“I mean, we all know there is no way in hell you’re together with Italy” Bulgaria pointed at the brunet, shaking his head.
Italy giggled, quite amused at the whole situation, then left Germany’s arm, standing up and bouncing towards America; he was followed by the confused eyes of the whole bunch of Nations, until he reached where America was standing.
Then, he leaned forwards, still giggling, and kissed America on the cheek.
The spontaneous show of affection made America flush, and under the entire room of flabbergasted Nations, he pulled Italy in a hug and kissed him square on the lips.
The two kissed for a moment, America’s hands taking the opportunity to travel lower, in a grope that was thankfully hidden under the table, then they turned around to stare at the other Nations.
America blinked in surprise at Hungary, not understanding why her eyes were twinkling like that, but Italy shook his head lightly, silently telling him not to ask.
“Congratulations, Ita~” Hungary cheered, waving her arms in the air.
Some nations that had known, or at least suspected, of Italy’s feelings for Germany and had assumed England and America were together started speaking, the whole meeting turning into a pot of hushed chit chat, whilst America contented himself with cuddling his Italian.
“Wait a second…” Japan, who had remained silent in hopes to wrap his mind around this novelty, suddenly gasped, his eyes widening remarkably. “D-does this mean Italy-kun is… pregnant?!”
Feathers [2c/?]
anonymous
January 31 2010, 14:57:08 UTC
“Ve~ of course I am!”
There was a thud at Hungary’s side, followed by Prussia’s amused cackle. Hungary turned around, flushed. “Uh… Austria?”
The fallen nation obviously didn’t respond.
Italy giggled some more, and nuzzled America’s cheek. “Can we go eat burgers now?”
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When finally all commotion had abated, the first one coming over to congratulate was, of course, Hungary; she couldn’t just drop it off, both because it was her cute Ita they were talking about, and because she had to get permission to record everything.
Of course, when it came to recording NC rated stuff, she didn’t have to ask (she could hide herself effectively behind any kind of wall, tree, bush, random person…), but this was something even more private -she wanted to be part of it.
The one who was the most interested though, as strange as it could sound, was China. Being the oldest one amongst the batch of Nations, he had been able to watch over a few other nations giving birth before, and even though it was unusual and terribly rare, he was the one who knew the most. “Italy, you have to let me assist, aru!”
With most nations swarming around to offer their congratulations, pampering Italy with hugs and pats on the head, America felt allowed to stand up and bounce towards England, who was looking at the Italian with a strange expression.
“Everything’s ok, Iggy?” patting him on the shoulder to attract his attention, America smiled expectantly. “I’m going to be a daddy!”
Turning to look at his ex colony with darkened eyes, England shook his head. “It’s quite surprising that the first one to be giving birth in what…” he turned to look at Greece, who was sleeping in a corner, and shrugged. “Well, in a while, would be your mate”.
America puffed out his chest in pride. “Of course! I’m the hero!”
“You dolt -what does that have to do with anything!” bopping his head with a clenched fist, albeit without any strength to it, England once again looked at the Italian, who was being smothered by a quite exited Spain.
“What, are you not giddy ‘bout it?” America leaned forwards, all his weight on England’s back and ignoring his spluttering. “You’re going to be an uncle now, Arthur”.
Green eyes widened in shock, body making a good impression of a rock, and unable to push the American away, England could only look, maybe a bit morbidly, at Italy’s still flat stomach. “U… uncle?!” he gritted out, voice suddenly some octaves higher.
“Ha ha ha~ of course, Arthur! You’ll be the grumpy old uncle that always smells of tea and mothballs!”
“Y-you idiot!”
“Uncle Arthur~ you’ll be so cute” France, who was busy groping Italy’s now exposed stomach to his heart’s consent, chuckled at the still frozen Brit, and America narrowed his eyes, feeling a deep wave of protectiveness flare up.
He didn’t like France to be touching his boyfriend.
“Hands away! Or I’ll send Feli’s brother on you!” he threatened, pointing at a fuming Romano in a corner, Spain hugging him close.
France chuckled, knowing that Romano would never get close enough to him to be a serious threat (and if he did come close, well, France had enough hands to grope him, too), and was about to continue his explorations of Ita’s body when the Italian smiled warmly up at him.
“But Brother Francis will also be an uncle~ ve~”
Suddenly feeling inexplicably old, France turned to a corner, finger tracing invisible lines on the floor.
“The awesome me, too! The awesome me too!” Prussia waved his arm around, bouncing and looking expectantly at little cute Ita. “I’ll coddle the baby just with my splendid presence!”
“Ve~ of course, Uncle Prussia” Italy giggled, receiving a bear hug as thanks.
America felt his eyebrow twitch, but had to chuckle nonetheless. He had never heard of a nation being pregnant before, so he could understand everybody’s happy attitude, but…
“I’m going to be the daddy! A Hero dad!” he tackled Italy, removing Prussia from the embrace. “And you, mind your hands!”
Chuckling, Prussia simply went to poke at France, smirking all the while.
Re: Feathers [2c/?]
anonymous
February 1 2010, 14:22:06 UTC
Eee~ anon is so delighted to see this updated! This fanfic has actually converted me into liking/loving AmeIta. <3 Love how America is so protective of both his baby and Italy. So adorable. <3
Ack! I apologize for the late reply! I didn't mean for me to take this long. But thank you! Thank you so much for continuing this! I am so happy! I like where this is going. Especially the part where they all try to guess who America's mystery lover is.
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The room was filled with Nations babbling to each other, just like every other World Meeting, and America stared at them in amusement, a smile stretching his lips so much he felt his face hurt.
Yet, obviously, he couldn’t stop.
Still looking around, America bounced to his seat, hands trembling a bit whilst holding his super secret documents, and waited for Germany to stand up and demand them all to shut up. This month it was his turn to start, after all -besides, he quite liked to yell at everyone for making too much ruckus.
France and England were not even yelling at each other. America didn’t know what was going on, but to see a flustered England splutter, unable to speak, whenever France looked his way, was quite entertaining no matter what. They had been like this for a while now, and this was the third meeting in a row.
Not that the other nations needed them to be loud.
“Stop poking at me or I’ll swear I’ll go Spartan on you”.
It appeared as though Greece and Turkey still couldn’t get in the same room without starting to bother each other…
“Mr. Russia, would you please stop trying to stretch Latvia…”
Alfred threw a semi-concerned look at the Baltic group, where Russia was standing, but decided it wasn’t safe to intervene.
It never was.
“Hey, Liet, look, I totally made my nails look fabulous, don’t you think? Flashy pink is the new groove!”
America didn’t even want to glance at Poland now.
“Ve~ Germany, will you please start this thing? I am hungry and I want to go eat burgers!”
That was enough to have the whole room fall into a strangled, shocked silence. One by one, most of the nations turned towards the Italian, who apparently oblivious to the attention, was clinging at the German’s arm and giving him his best puppy eyes.
America held back a smile.
“Ah, yes” Germany stood up, coughing in embarrassment at the attention, and made to speak, but on the other side of Italy, Japan quietly moved to place one hand over the Italian’s forehead, excusing himself as he did so.
“Italy-kun, do you feel sick, perhaps?”
Italy’s smile was as bright as usual, as he shook his head, reassuring his friend.
America darted his eyes around, noticing the lack of Italy’s brother from the room, and let out a small relieved sigh.
The older of the Italian Nations was home with a light flu, and Italy had promised him Romano was not to move from his bed, and Spain had remained there to fuss over him and make sure he rested… this solved one part of the problem.
America just had to keep away from the two brothers when Italy went back home to tell Romano, and everything would be fine. After all, whilst he didn’t oppose them anymore, he wouldn’t have liked what America was about to do.
“Well, let’s start today’s world meeting” finally Germany managed to get the Nations’ attention on him and slammed one hand down. Everybody quietened and shuffled with their documents, waiting their turn.
America fidgeted, feeling his excitement roar up considerably. He couldn’t wait… couldn’t wait…
Finally, after a boring intervention from both England and Russia, Germany nodded at him. America jumped up, barely containing himself, and puffed his chest out, knowing he had all the attention he needed.
“My fellow Nations!” he started, smiling and looking at everyone, beaming. He saw England roll his eyes. “You can consider yourselves invited to the splendid, majestic party I am going to hold in my house!”
Reactions were loud and instantaneous -Poland jumped up, bouncing in happiness at the thought of a party, Russia turned to the side, muttering a soft kolkol sound, Switzerland snorted, not caring at all, whilst some other nations were simply surprised at the announcement.
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America’s smile almost blinded the nations closer to him. “I am throwing a party to celebrate my mate’s pregnancy!” he finally announced, fingers tingling as he grabbed the table’s surface.
There was a moment of shocked silence.
Then, almost as if acting under command, every nation turned towards England, who noticed and spluttered indignantly, whilst France leaned over to pat his shoulder.
“Oh, curse you all! Bloody hell, no!”
For a second, everybody looked uncertain, then they all turned towards Japan, who had been staring cautiously at America. The moment he realised where everybody’s attention was, he flushed darkly.
“No! Kami only knows that-! It is not me!”
Hiding his face in the sleeves of his formal kimono, Japan let himself be swallowed by his mortification.
The other nations, caught by surprise, all turned as one, this time to the empty spot at America’s left.
The empty spot gasped in shock under the intense gaze of so many people who usually ignored his presence, and fidgeted, choking the polar bear he was holding. America followed their gaze, momentarily surprised, and his face twisted when he realised who they were looking at.
“Oh, eww, no! He’s my brother, you sick people!” he curled his nose, patting Canada on the shoulder as his twin trembled a bit.
Bulgaria, Australia, Turkey and Hungary all looked at each other, the latter exchanging some sort of meaningful gaze with Poland above Liechtenstein’s head, checking with Mexico and Tunisia, then at Greece.
As nobody seemed any wiser, everybody, most shivering and hesitant, turned towards Russia, who had remained blissfully uncaring at the information he had received, and was smiling in his seat.
America stared at him wide-eyed, paling at the implications.
“Oh, no, no, no nononono… no!” he waved his arms around, trying to get the attention of everybody back to him. “No! It’s not… oh, damn you all! It’s not Russia! Would you stop assuming?!”
“Then, who is it?” Hungary stood up as well. She didn’t know America that well, but to hell with it.
America smiled at her “it’s Italy, of course!”
There was virtually no pause between his words and the following laugh, which left America completely befuddled.
Everybody seemed to relax, leaning back on their chairs.
“What?”
“Ha, that was good, America” Mexico chuckled, shaking his head. “Stop joking now!”
“I mean, we all know there is no way in hell you’re together with Italy” Bulgaria pointed at the brunet, shaking his head.
Italy giggled, quite amused at the whole situation, then left Germany’s arm, standing up and bouncing towards America; he was followed by the confused eyes of the whole bunch of Nations, until he reached where America was standing.
Then, he leaned forwards, still giggling, and kissed America on the cheek.
The spontaneous show of affection made America flush, and under the entire room of flabbergasted Nations, he pulled Italy in a hug and kissed him square on the lips.
The two kissed for a moment, America’s hands taking the opportunity to travel lower, in a grope that was thankfully hidden under the table, then they turned around to stare at the other Nations.
America blinked in surprise at Hungary, not understanding why her eyes were twinkling like that, but Italy shook his head lightly, silently telling him not to ask.
“Congratulations, Ita~” Hungary cheered, waving her arms in the air.
Some nations that had known, or at least suspected, of Italy’s feelings for Germany and had assumed England and America were together started speaking, the whole meeting turning into a pot of hushed chit chat, whilst America contented himself with cuddling his Italian.
“Wait a second…” Japan, who had remained silent in hopes to wrap his mind around this novelty, suddenly gasped, his eyes widening remarkably. “D-does this mean Italy-kun is… pregnant?!”
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There was a thud at Hungary’s side, followed by Prussia’s amused cackle. Hungary turned around, flushed. “Uh… Austria?”
The fallen nation obviously didn’t respond.
Italy giggled some more, and nuzzled America’s cheek. “Can we go eat burgers now?”
…………………………
When finally all commotion had abated, the first one coming over to congratulate was, of course, Hungary; she couldn’t just drop it off, both because it was her cute Ita they were talking about, and because she had to get permission to record everything.
Of course, when it came to recording NC rated stuff, she didn’t have to ask (she could hide herself effectively behind any kind of wall, tree, bush, random person…), but this was something even more private -she wanted to be part of it.
The one who was the most interested though, as strange as it could sound, was China. Being the oldest one amongst the batch of Nations, he had been able to watch over a few other nations giving birth before, and even though it was unusual and terribly rare, he was the one who knew the most. “Italy, you have to let me assist, aru!”
With most nations swarming around to offer their congratulations, pampering Italy with hugs and pats on the head, America felt allowed to stand up and bounce towards England, who was looking at the Italian with a strange expression.
“Everything’s ok, Iggy?” patting him on the shoulder to attract his attention, America smiled expectantly. “I’m going to be a daddy!”
Turning to look at his ex colony with darkened eyes, England shook his head. “It’s quite surprising that the first one to be giving birth in what…” he turned to look at Greece, who was sleeping in a corner, and shrugged. “Well, in a while, would be your mate”.
America puffed out his chest in pride. “Of course! I’m the hero!”
“You dolt -what does that have to do with anything!” bopping his head with a clenched fist, albeit without any strength to it, England once again looked at the Italian, who was being smothered by a quite exited Spain.
“What, are you not giddy ‘bout it?” America leaned forwards, all his weight on England’s back and ignoring his spluttering. “You’re going to be an uncle now, Arthur”.
Green eyes widened in shock, body making a good impression of a rock, and unable to push the American away, England could only look, maybe a bit morbidly, at Italy’s still flat stomach. “U… uncle?!” he gritted out, voice suddenly some octaves higher.
“Ha ha ha~ of course, Arthur! You’ll be the grumpy old uncle that always smells of tea and mothballs!”
“Y-you idiot!”
“Uncle Arthur~ you’ll be so cute” France, who was busy groping Italy’s now exposed stomach to his heart’s consent, chuckled at the still frozen Brit, and America narrowed his eyes, feeling a deep wave of protectiveness flare up.
He didn’t like France to be touching his boyfriend.
“Hands away! Or I’ll send Feli’s brother on you!” he threatened, pointing at a fuming Romano in a corner, Spain hugging him close.
France chuckled, knowing that Romano would never get close enough to him to be a serious threat (and if he did come close, well, France had enough hands to grope him, too), and was about to continue his explorations of Ita’s body when the Italian smiled warmly up at him.
“But Brother Francis will also be an uncle~ ve~”
Suddenly feeling inexplicably old, France turned to a corner, finger tracing invisible lines on the floor.
“The awesome me, too! The awesome me too!” Prussia waved his arm around, bouncing and looking expectantly at little cute Ita. “I’ll coddle the baby just with my splendid presence!”
“Ve~ of course, Uncle Prussia” Italy giggled, receiving a bear hug as thanks.
America felt his eyebrow twitch, but had to chuckle nonetheless. He had never heard of a nation being pregnant before, so he could understand everybody’s happy attitude, but…
“I’m going to be the daddy! A Hero dad!” he tackled Italy, removing Prussia from the embrace. “And you, mind your hands!”
Chuckling, Prussia simply went to poke at France, smirking all the while.
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I promise a faster update. I swear.
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Love how America is so protective of both his baby and Italy. So adorable. <3
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Please update soon!
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