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.
“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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