England was sleeping peacefully in his bed beside his lover. America would have to leave to go back to his country first thing in the morning but that was to be expected. After all, his Congress was voting on the bill for a joint-colony on Mars. The concept had already gone up to Parliament and they had approved, now it was just up to America to finish it and they could start colonizing. England couldn’t wait, even if he knew it’d be months before anything got done. That was really the American way. Procrastination and filibusters.
But at 3:17 am he was woken up by the need to get to the toilet. He went to push himself out of bed when he felt pressure on his lower stomach. England looked down expecting America to have moved onto him during the night but saw nothing but a large swell of his stomach hiding his feet.
“…” England’s eyes widened incredibly. Oh hell, what was this?! He groaned and pushed himself out of bed and waddled to the bathroom, thinking to himself what kind of magic gone awry this could be. The aches in his back and feet were killer, but that’s understandable when you gain so much weight instantaneously! He’d gone to bed slim as always and woken up looking like a slob!
England waddled back to the bed and sat down carefully. Honestly, how ridiculous was this!? He sighed and placed his hands on his stomach when he felt something from within pressing against his hands. His eyes widened again as he began to panic, assuming the worst. Oh hell no! He could not be pregnant! While it’s true nations were hermaphroditic since they represented both men and women, there was absolutely no way he could be pregnant or this far along! The first time he and America had had sex was the night before! And he’d been on his own for over fifty years! This was not possible!
“Mmm, England why are you up?” America yawned, scooting over closer to him on the bed. England’s body stiffened. Oh god, what was he going to tell America!? ‘Oh America, guess what? I’ve just woken up heavily pregnant! Isn’t that just fucking wonderful?’
England shifted away from America’s attempt at pulling him close again, trying to ignore the kicks and flutters he was feeling within. This was not right!
“England?” America asked, and England could just see that frown across his face even with his back to him. America reached over and turned on the light before moving back to England. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” England grumbled, turning further away from him.
“Obviously it’s not nothing if you’re not looking me in the eye. Still sore?” America reached over and rubbed England’s lower back. The Brit sighed and let his eyelids flutter closed. Oh yes, that felt good. Obviously America could tell just how uncomfortable he was because he pressed harder on England’s back, kneading his aching muscles more.
“Not from that, America. Not from that.” England sighed again, running his hand over his stomach. “Just from something that should not be possible nor happening.”
“Hmmm?”
“I woke up… pregnant.” England sighed. He turned around slightly to look at America and instantly wished the git would’ve taken his plane home already. He was smirking as if trying not too hard to laugh, but one look at England had him laughing hysterically.
Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [1b/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 03:27:41 UTC
“Ahaha! That’s a good one, England! Pregnant! Ha!” America snorted, clutching his stomach. England’s eyes narrowed as he gave him a sharp slap upside the head.
“You tosser! I’m not joking here! I’m pregnant!” England turned around fully on the bed, giving America a face to face view with his stomach. America instantly stopped laughing and stared at what was in front of him.
“Y-you’re serious?” America cautiously reached out to place his hand on England’s stomach. While it still felt weird as could be to England, he had to smirk smugly as he felt the child inside press up against America’s hand, causing the nation to screech and fall backwards off the bed in surprise. “You really are pregnant!”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, how the hell did this happen!?” England snapped. Why was he the pregnant one?! And why did he start off so far along!? The child was already developed quite a bit obviously but yet, what if it starting so far along could be harmful to it? While England sure as hell didn’t want to be thinking of this, he knew he had to. And part of that having to was he had to make sure the child was alright.
“How should I know?!” America exclaimed, digging through his discarded pants pocket on the floor. He pulled out his cell phone and stared at a text message. “England, my Congress passed the same colony bill unanimously an hour ago. My boss is going to sign it tomorrow. I think that might have something to do with this?”
England thought it over. In a way it could. Neither of them thought of what would be representing the colony since during all the explorations not a soul was found. So maybe this child was to be the colony? So if Congress hadn’t approved it so fast, perhaps he would’ve had to go through with this even longer, starting at the very beginning? He suddenly felt grateful that it had gotten done quickly until another scary thought came to him.
“America. If your boss signs that bill…” England bit his lip, not liking what was doomed to happen. “It might mean that well, the colony wants out.”
“What?” America sat back on the bed, giving England’s belly a disbelieving look.
“It means I’m probably going to go into labor! And I have nothing for a child! And you have a flight home in a few hours!” England screamed in frustration. Oh god, what was he going to do?!
“Oh shit. You’re right!” America looked like he was finally taking this seriously. “I’ll uh, I’ll call my boss! Tell him to put off signing for a day or two until we can get everything! And I’ll let him know I can’t come home for a little while! Until you have them.”
“While that sounds good, I hope you mean you are going to get everything. I’m not leaving this house like this!” England motioned to his large stomach and sighed. Oh yes, that was all he’d need. Going out into public heavily pregnant and a man. The press would be all over him in a minute.
Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [1c/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 03:29:34 UTC
“I’ll figure out a way for you to come too, don’t worry!” America smiled, reaching out to touch England’s stomach again. Instead of flailing around this time, he laughed when the child within responded to him. England rolled his eyes but had to admit how nice it felt for their child eagerly responding to America. Watch them be just as energetic. That was all he was going to need.
“I’m gonna go call my boss, okay? You stay right here!” America got off the bed and grabbed his cell phone again before heading out of the room.
“Because I’m so eager to move with this much extra weight!” England barked. But America just laughed from outside the door and disappeared off into the house. England sighed and looked down at his stomach, gently running his hand across his swell. “Your father’s a bit eccentric. I only hope you’re not like him.”
England tried to remember just what the colony was supposed to be named. He knew his people wanted it to be Primus Martis while the Americans wanted it to be something like ‘The super awesome Mars colony’. Well if he was stuck carrying the little colony, he’d have final say in the name.
“Martin.” He whispered, feeling the child eagerly press back against his hand. “Yes, Martin if you’re a boy. If you’re a girl America can choose I guess. But the colony will be Primus Martis.”
“Okay! My boss is totally freaking weirded out but he agreed not to sign anything for a few days!” America smiled, bouncing back into the room. England nearly jumped at how quiet he was until he reappeared.
“Jesus! You’re going to give me a heart attack!” England exclaimed, rubbing circles on his stomach where the child was jostling about inside of him, obviously just as surprised. He was just not going to get used to this.
“Sorry England.” America flopped down on the bed beside him, still looking in disbelief at England’s stomach. “But at least there’s some time before you have to worry about what’s gonna be coming?”
“Ugh… don’t remind me.” England groaned. The concept of going into labor was something he never thought he’d need to worry about. And yet, now he had to worry about it because it could be at any time now. And facing the reality of it seemed scarier than the fact that this happened so damn fast. “I think I’m going to try and go back to sleep until morning if they’ll settle down…”
“You do that! I’ll go find some stuff to help you out!” America laughed, running out of the room to do who knows what. England groaned again and lay on his side, rubbing circles on his stomach to relax the babe inside. It took some time but he did fall asleep, not paying attention to the sound of America rooting through his closets.
Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [2/?]
anonymous
February 25 2010, 16:06:56 UTC
England woke up later at a more reasonable time as the sun from outside his window shined in on his face. He grumbled and went to roll over under the covers when he found a heavy weight on him. Oh hell, that wasn’t just a nightmare then? He groaned and managed to sit up when he noticed America at the end of the bed, grinning up at him.
“What are you looking at?” England barked, still very irritable.
“You~”
“Knock it off.” England got off the bed and looked for his clothes, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be fitting him any time soon.
“C’mon, we gotta go get stuff for our kid!” America smiled, following behind England like a hawk.
“I’m not leaving this house, America.” England grumbled, trying to bend over to grab his shirt. Oh great, this weight was going to make everyday tasks impossible, wasn’t it?
“Yes you are, mommy!” America grinned, holding out two items from behind his back. England looked over at him and stared blankly.
“What are those?”
“These? Well, this,” America held up a long blonde hair wig. “Is from the Halloween party here a few years back. When France dressed my brother up as a woman saying he was prettier than Hungary. I don’t think either forgave him for that but it doesn’t matter. You’ve got a wig now!”
“…And that?” England pointed to the hideous pink, sparkly clothing in America’s left hand. Oh he wasn’t serious…
“Oh, this is the dress Russia wore! You know, before he tried to kill Poland for putting him in it.”
“America, I am not leaving this house and if I did, I would not dress up as a woman!”
Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [3a/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 18:24:58 UTC
England cursed to himself as he was led into town wearing a dress that barely fit over the swell of his pregnant stomach and a wig that hung to his waist with bangs that got in his eyes. America was practically skipping as he led England into a baby store, oblivious to the looks the ‘woman’ behind him was getting. England however heard the comments that some of the other shoppers were making and swore he was going to kill America before this trip was over.
“Alright! So what do we need?” America asked walking down the aisles of the store.
“A crib, changing table, dresser, toys, bottles, diapers, a mobile, sheets and a pillow for the crib, clothing…” England rattled off, grimacing at how expensive this little brat was going to be. Wasn’t even born yet and they were going to be costing them a fortune! How do everyday people deal with that?
“Wow that’s a lot. Alright, you go get clothes and stuff, and I’ll get the heavy stuff! Don’t want my little mommy exerting himself~” America laughed as he ran off to another aisle. England rolled his eyes and got a shopping cart before he began to get what was needed. He loaded the cart with diapers and bottles, recalling stories he had heard about how often babies go through both. He picked up some baby monitors as well, wondering if the child would be as loud as their father and heard through the house without one.
“Now it’s time for your clothes, Martin.” England murmured, turning down an aisle filled with clothing. The child inside him kicked happily and he had to smile just a bit. He really did love children so maybe this wasn’t so terrible. England picked one of each outfit for newborn boys, just knowing that their child would be a boy. And if he was actually a she, well, there was nothing wrong with a girl wearing blue.
Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [3b/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 18:26:55 UTC
“There you are!” America exclaimed, re-appearing behind England. England’s eyes shot open and he let out a surprised yelp. He clutched his stomach and turned to America, glaring daggers at him.
“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them!
“Relax! I just wanted to show you the awesome crib I got!” America grinned, holding up the most hideous looking thing England had ever seen. It was painted a bright pink and had sparkles and woodwork designs resembling frills. Oh that was definitely not leaving this store.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? It’s awesome!”
“It’s hideous. Get something simpler.” England demanded. Why did he let America do anything himself? A trained monkey could do things better. England went and picked out the proper items all while America wore his typical pout at not getting his way. (“England? It’s my kid too! Don’t I get a say?” “You’ll get a say when you’re the pregnant one now shut up.”) After a few hours they had everything to make a nursery that would satisfy England. Now just to set everything up. Hopefully Mr. Hero complex would keep his grabby hands off of most things or England bet this was going to be a long day.
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England was sleeping peacefully in his bed beside his lover. America would have to leave to go back to his country first thing in the morning but that was to be expected. After all, his Congress was voting on the bill for a joint-colony on Mars. The concept had already gone up to Parliament and they had approved, now it was just up to America to finish it and they could start colonizing. England couldn’t wait, even if he knew it’d be months before anything got done. That was really the American way. Procrastination and filibusters.
But at 3:17 am he was woken up by the need to get to the toilet. He went to push himself out of bed when he felt pressure on his lower stomach. England looked down expecting America to have moved onto him during the night but saw nothing but a large swell of his stomach hiding his feet.
“…” England’s eyes widened incredibly. Oh hell, what was this?! He groaned and pushed himself out of bed and waddled to the bathroom, thinking to himself what kind of magic gone awry this could be. The aches in his back and feet were killer, but that’s understandable when you gain so much weight instantaneously! He’d gone to bed slim as always and woken up looking like a slob!
England waddled back to the bed and sat down carefully. Honestly, how ridiculous was this!? He sighed and placed his hands on his stomach when he felt something from within pressing against his hands. His eyes widened again as he began to panic, assuming the worst. Oh hell no! He could not be pregnant! While it’s true nations were hermaphroditic since they represented both men and women, there was absolutely no way he could be pregnant or this far along! The first time he and America had had sex was the night before! And he’d been on his own for over fifty years! This was not possible!
“Mmm, England why are you up?” America yawned, scooting over closer to him on the bed. England’s body stiffened. Oh god, what was he going to tell America!? ‘Oh America, guess what? I’ve just woken up heavily pregnant! Isn’t that just fucking wonderful?’
England shifted away from America’s attempt at pulling him close again, trying to ignore the kicks and flutters he was feeling within. This was not right!
“England?” America asked, and England could just see that frown across his face even with his back to him. America reached over and turned on the light before moving back to England. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” England grumbled, turning further away from him.
“Obviously it’s not nothing if you’re not looking me in the eye. Still sore?” America reached over and rubbed England’s lower back. The Brit sighed and let his eyelids flutter closed. Oh yes, that felt good. Obviously America could tell just how uncomfortable he was because he pressed harder on England’s back, kneading his aching muscles more.
“Not from that, America. Not from that.” England sighed again, running his hand over his stomach. “Just from something that should not be possible nor happening.”
“Hmmm?”
“I woke up… pregnant.” England sighed. He turned around slightly to look at America and instantly wished the git would’ve taken his plane home already. He was smirking as if trying not too hard to laugh, but one look at England had him laughing hysterically.
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“You tosser! I’m not joking here! I’m pregnant!” England turned around fully on the bed, giving America a face to face view with his stomach. America instantly stopped laughing and stared at what was in front of him.
“Y-you’re serious?” America cautiously reached out to place his hand on England’s stomach. While it still felt weird as could be to England, he had to smirk smugly as he felt the child inside press up against America’s hand, causing the nation to screech and fall backwards off the bed in surprise. “You really are pregnant!”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, how the hell did this happen!?” England snapped. Why was he the pregnant one?! And why did he start off so far along!? The child was already developed quite a bit obviously but yet, what if it starting so far along could be harmful to it? While England sure as hell didn’t want to be thinking of this, he knew he had to. And part of that having to was he had to make sure the child was alright.
“How should I know?!” America exclaimed, digging through his discarded pants pocket on the floor. He pulled out his cell phone and stared at a text message. “England, my Congress passed the same colony bill unanimously an hour ago. My boss is going to sign it tomorrow. I think that might have something to do with this?”
England thought it over. In a way it could. Neither of them thought of what would be representing the colony since during all the explorations not a soul was found. So maybe this child was to be the colony? So if Congress hadn’t approved it so fast, perhaps he would’ve had to go through with this even longer, starting at the very beginning? He suddenly felt grateful that it had gotten done quickly until another scary thought came to him.
“America. If your boss signs that bill…” England bit his lip, not liking what was doomed to happen. “It might mean that well, the colony wants out.”
“What?” America sat back on the bed, giving England’s belly a disbelieving look.
“It means I’m probably going to go into labor! And I have nothing for a child! And you have a flight home in a few hours!” England screamed in frustration. Oh god, what was he going to do?!
“Oh shit. You’re right!” America looked like he was finally taking this seriously. “I’ll uh, I’ll call my boss! Tell him to put off signing for a day or two until we can get everything! And I’ll let him know I can’t come home for a little while! Until you have them.”
“While that sounds good, I hope you mean you are going to get everything. I’m not leaving this house like this!” England motioned to his large stomach and sighed. Oh yes, that was all he’d need. Going out into public heavily pregnant and a man. The press would be all over him in a minute.
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“I’m gonna go call my boss, okay? You stay right here!” America got off the bed and grabbed his cell phone again before heading out of the room.
“Because I’m so eager to move with this much extra weight!” England barked. But America just laughed from outside the door and disappeared off into the house. England sighed and looked down at his stomach, gently running his hand across his swell. “Your father’s a bit eccentric. I only hope you’re not like him.”
England tried to remember just what the colony was supposed to be named. He knew his people wanted it to be Primus Martis while the Americans wanted it to be something like ‘The super awesome Mars colony’. Well if he was stuck carrying the little colony, he’d have final say in the name.
“Martin.” He whispered, feeling the child eagerly press back against his hand. “Yes, Martin if you’re a boy. If you’re a girl America can choose I guess. But the colony will be Primus Martis.”
“Okay! My boss is totally freaking weirded out but he agreed not to sign anything for a few days!” America smiled, bouncing back into the room. England nearly jumped at how quiet he was until he reappeared.
“Jesus! You’re going to give me a heart attack!” England exclaimed, rubbing circles on his stomach where the child was jostling about inside of him, obviously just as surprised. He was just not going to get used to this.
“Sorry England.” America flopped down on the bed beside him, still looking in disbelief at England’s stomach. “But at least there’s some time before you have to worry about what’s gonna be coming?”
“Ugh… don’t remind me.” England groaned. The concept of going into labor was something he never thought he’d need to worry about. And yet, now he had to worry about it because it could be at any time now. And facing the reality of it seemed scarier than the fact that this happened so damn fast. “I think I’m going to try and go back to sleep until morning if they’ll settle down…”
“You do that! I’ll go find some stuff to help you out!” America laughed, running out of the room to do who knows what. England groaned again and lay on his side, rubbing circles on his stomach to relax the babe inside. It took some time but he did fall asleep, not paying attention to the sound of America rooting through his closets.
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“What are you looking at?” England barked, still very irritable.
“You~”
“Knock it off.” England got off the bed and looked for his clothes, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be fitting him any time soon.
“C’mon, we gotta go get stuff for our kid!” America smiled, following behind England like a hawk.
“I’m not leaving this house, America.” England grumbled, trying to bend over to grab his shirt. Oh great, this weight was going to make everyday tasks impossible, wasn’t it?
“Yes you are, mommy!” America grinned, holding out two items from behind his back. England looked over at him and stared blankly.
“What are those?”
“These? Well, this,” America held up a long blonde hair wig. “Is from the Halloween party here a few years back. When France dressed my brother up as a woman saying he was prettier than Hungary. I don’t think either forgave him for that but it doesn’t matter. You’ve got a wig now!”
“…And that?” England pointed to the hideous pink, sparkly clothing in America’s left hand. Oh he wasn’t serious…
“Oh, this is the dress Russia wore! You know, before he tried to kill Poland for putting him in it.”
“America, I am not leaving this house and if I did, I would not dress up as a woman!”
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“Alright! So what do we need?” America asked walking down the aisles of the store.
“A crib, changing table, dresser, toys, bottles, diapers, a mobile, sheets and a pillow for the crib, clothing…” England rattled off, grimacing at how expensive this little brat was going to be. Wasn’t even born yet and they were going to be costing them a fortune! How do everyday people deal with that?
“Wow that’s a lot. Alright, you go get clothes and stuff, and I’ll get the heavy stuff! Don’t want my little mommy exerting himself~” America laughed as he ran off to another aisle. England rolled his eyes and got a shopping cart before he began to get what was needed. He loaded the cart with diapers and bottles, recalling stories he had heard about how often babies go through both. He picked up some baby monitors as well, wondering if the child would be as loud as their father and heard through the house without one.
“Now it’s time for your clothes, Martin.” England murmured, turning down an aisle filled with clothing. The child inside him kicked happily and he had to smile just a bit. He really did love children so maybe this wasn’t so terrible. England picked one of each outfit for newborn boys, just knowing that their child would be a boy. And if he was actually a she, well, there was nothing wrong with a girl wearing blue.
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“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them!
“Relax! I just wanted to show you the awesome crib I got!” America grinned, holding up the most hideous looking thing England had ever seen. It was painted a bright pink and had sparkles and woodwork designs resembling frills. Oh that was definitely not leaving this store.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? It’s awesome!”
“It’s hideous. Get something simpler.” England demanded. Why did he let America do anything himself? A trained monkey could do things better. England went and picked out the proper items all while America wore his typical pout at not getting his way. (“England? It’s my kid too! Don’t I get a say?” “You’ll get a say when you’re the pregnant one now shut up.”) After a few hours they had everything to make a nursery that would satisfy England. Now just to set everything up. Hopefully Mr. Hero complex would keep his grabby hands off of most things or England bet this was going to be a long day.
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