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part 23
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Keeping out of sight for weeks would be immensely difficult, though not impossible. It was the end of that more worrying England. "If this is supposed to be kept quiet, how is he getting out of me?"
"Same way he got into you." The genie smiled wickedly. "Best of luck!" He vanished on the spot.
"Shit." Stunned, England sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. He was only wearing a shirt, which his newly-huge stomach was hanging out of. None of his clothes were going to fit. Just sitting up had been hard; his stomach was so massive it felt like the skin was going to break open, and trying to walk around with this...how was he going to get anything done? Huffily, he tried pitching himself forward, and stood up quite off-balanced, but his belly had felt stuffed and stretched past maximum capacity while the bulk of it was resting in his lap. Now there was nothing supporting it. One hand pressing under the heavy curve gave England a little relief. He couldn't do that all the time though.
A month of this?
Squirming started inside him. Evidently, going from sitting to standing had disturbed America. "Don't fucking start! This is your fault!" England sat back down, rubbing his stomach because the skin was sore, dammit, not because he cared about America being bothered. "Of all the selfish things--you had to wish something that would also be done to me?" Come to think of it, he was coming off worse. America didn't have to do anything but ride this out and get taken care of for the next several years. It was England doing the hard part. And sex was going to be ruined for him forever, knowing that "dream" had actually been America invading his body. "Someday," England hissed, "I am going to humiliate you with that reminder." Under the scritching of his fingers, the shifting calmed. No more kicks or jabs were aimed at his insides. England sighed and did not take his hand off his stomach. "Who am I kidding, no I won't. It's not like I'm going to want to remember it either."
However misguided America had been, and as inconvenient and the pain in the ass that this was, it was almost flattering. Of everything the boy could have wished for, what had appealed to him most was making England his parent?
England's mobile was still on the bed. He picked it up, mentally rehearsing a story that would convince his boss not to look in on him anytime soon. Once he was done with that, he'd try and figure out which country he would phone for help in getting through this.
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A/N: I don't know if this is what you wanted, OP.
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I laughed at the promise to humiliate America in the future. I could so see that happening.
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