Nothing to worry about...right? part 2/?
anonymous
February 21 2010, 20:11:49 UTC
“If you have one part that’s like a girl, then we have to dress all of you like a girl…” Alfred said slyly as he started undressing the other country.
“What? Wait! No!” Arthur tried to fight back, but that’s kind of hard when you’re in his situation.
In the end, Arthur somehow got dressed in maternity clothes and has a wig on. Don’t ask me how Alfred got them. They went out together to find the culprit. And then the worst person had to come first. “Eh~ Who’s this, America?” Francis asked.
Arthur wanted to choke. He didn’t want Francis to find out and tell the world. America, do something! And luckily, the Hero always helps. “It’s a long story. I made a mistake, okay? I didn’t know and then she came to me saying that her baby is mine. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Francis looked confused one moment and then smiled the next, “Yes, France understands, I won’t tell,”
Then, they parted with Arthur a little doubtful that Francis wouldn’t tell. It was at least better than him knowing Arthur was pregnant. Alfred only smiled of a job well done. Then, they kept walking. Arthur got tired quicker than normal, was it because of this weight? His feet hurt and he wanted to just sit down. He tried telling Alfred this, but he couldn’t talk or else it would reveal his identity. Alfred noticed Arthur was slower than normal and decided to lead him to a bench where they sat. “Tired?” Alfred asked.
Arthur just sat and said nothing. He blushed seeing Alfred’s face clearly. Did becoming, you know, make him fall in love faster? He had put away all his feelings for that country locked in a room ever since the Revolutionary War, all his tears, happiness, and pain. But they were starting to come back when he saw that happy, yet a bit solemn face. “England?” Alfred asked.
Arthur went back to the real world. “Are you ready to go?” Alfred asked.
Arthur just nodded and they were on their way again. Every step of the way he saw Alfred’s back that reminded him of that time. He wanted to cry, but Alfred just interrupted him. He was glad he didn’t cry even if deep inside him he wanted to. He couldn’t stop thinking about that bigger country, not when they’re holding hands too.
“Hey what would happen if that child is born?” Alfred asked.
Arthur had not thought about this. How would the country be born? What would the country be? He never thought about the country, just getting rid of it. Maybe he would kill someone if he got rid of it? He got confused and wanted to sit down again. He fell to his knees and couldn’t move. Why did this have to happen to him? “England, let’s take a little rest. I think I see an ice cream truck over there!”
Alfred carried Arthur easily to another bench and laid him down to go buy some ice cream. Arthur got angry. He was thinking about something serious and now ice cream? How will ice cream help? Oh, Arthur, ice cream helps in so many ways. Alfred came back with one soft serve cone. Arthur wondered if he only bought it for himself.
“Uh, they ran out of ice cream, so I could only buy one. Share?” Alfred asked.
Arthur shook his head. He didn’t want ice cream. “England help! It’s dripping on that side, lick it will you?” Alfred asked panicky.
Arthur had no choice, but to lick it. At the same time Alfred was licking the ice cream from the other side. Arthur backed off seeing how close they were. Alfred finished the rest by himself. “Cooled off?” Alfred asked.
No, you git! He wanted to shout. He was flushing red. But now, his fears for the other country were gone. He had to thank Alfred later for that. But for now he just relaxed and remembered a tune that Alfred hummed when he was a child. Arthur smiled and hummed like a loving mother for her child. Alfred watched, a bit taken aback, but then smiled. He was familiar with this tune, and seeing a loving side of Arthur was best. He remembered the younger days, probably the best days of all, and closed his eyes. They were now taken back in time because of this one unborn country. “Let’s keep going England,”
“If you have one part that’s like a girl, then we have to dress all of you like a girl…” Alfred said slyly as he started undressing the other country.
“What? Wait! No!” Arthur tried to fight back, but that’s kind of hard when you’re in his situation.
In the end, Arthur somehow got dressed in maternity clothes and has a wig on. Don’t ask me how Alfred got them. They went out together to find the culprit. And then the worst person had to come first. “Eh~ Who’s this, America?” Francis asked.
Arthur wanted to choke. He didn’t want Francis to find out and tell the world. America, do something! And luckily, the Hero always helps. “It’s a long story. I made a mistake, okay? I didn’t know and then she came to me saying that her baby is mine. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Francis looked confused one moment and then smiled the next, “Yes, France understands, I won’t tell,”
Then, they parted with Arthur a little doubtful that Francis wouldn’t tell. It was at least better than him knowing Arthur was pregnant. Alfred only smiled of a job well done. Then, they kept walking. Arthur got tired quicker than normal, was it because of this weight? His feet hurt and he wanted to just sit down. He tried telling Alfred this, but he couldn’t talk or else it would reveal his identity. Alfred noticed Arthur was slower than normal and decided to lead him to a bench where they sat. “Tired?” Alfred asked.
Arthur just sat and said nothing. He blushed seeing Alfred’s face clearly. Did becoming, you know, make him fall in love faster? He had put away all his feelings for that country locked in a room ever since the Revolutionary War, all his tears, happiness, and pain. But they were starting to come back when he saw that happy, yet a bit solemn face. “England?” Alfred asked.
Arthur went back to the real world. “Are you ready to go?” Alfred asked.
Arthur just nodded and they were on their way again. Every step of the way he saw Alfred’s back that reminded him of that time. He wanted to cry, but Alfred just interrupted him. He was glad he didn’t cry even if deep inside him he wanted to. He couldn’t stop thinking about that bigger country, not when they’re holding hands too.
“Hey what would happen if that child is born?” Alfred asked.
Arthur had not thought about this. How would the country be born? What would the country be? He never thought about the country, just getting rid of it. Maybe he would kill someone if he got rid of it? He got confused and wanted to sit down again. He fell to his knees and couldn’t move. Why did this have to happen to him? “England, let’s take a little rest. I think I see an ice cream truck over there!”
Alfred carried Arthur easily to another bench and laid him down to go buy some ice cream. Arthur got angry. He was thinking about something serious and now ice cream? How will ice cream help? Oh, Arthur, ice cream helps in so many ways. Alfred came back with one soft serve cone. Arthur wondered if he only bought it for himself.
“Uh, they ran out of ice cream, so I could only buy one. Share?” Alfred asked.
Arthur shook his head. He didn’t want ice cream. “England help! It’s dripping on that side, lick it will you?” Alfred asked panicky.
Arthur had no choice, but to lick it. At the same time Alfred was licking the ice cream from the other side. Arthur backed off seeing how close they were. Alfred finished the rest by himself. “Cooled off?” Alfred asked.
No, you git! He wanted to shout. He was flushing red. But now, his fears for the other country were gone. He had to thank Alfred later for that. But for now he just relaxed and remembered a tune that Alfred hummed when he was a child. Arthur smiled and hummed like a loving mother for her child. Alfred watched, a bit taken aback, but then smiled. He was familiar with this tune, and seeing a loving side of Arthur was best. He remembered the younger days, probably the best days of all, and closed his eyes. They were now taken back in time because of this one unborn country. “Let’s keep going England,”
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