Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4. part 1a/3]
anonymous
March 16 2009, 19:22:54 UTC
(xposted from the original Part 1 thread Because anon is a review whore to bridge this from part 1 to part 3)
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She was beautiful, in her own way, with long auburn hair and hazel eyes like dry prairie grass. She was his neighbor, after he moved back to New York. He had been fighting in Texas, getting revenge for the Alamo. He was a young Nation still, barely big enough for his britches. But now he was back, getting fitted for a new pair of spectacles, the recently-annexed Texas sitting proud on the bridge of his nose
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Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4, part 1b/3]
anonymous
March 16 2009, 19:27:06 UTC
They started traveling again an hour or so later, after Alfred could stop shaking from adrenaline and excitement enough to keep the oxen under control. He was excited, thrilling with giddy adrenaline, swelling with pride, real certain now that nothing bad could possibly happen
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Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4, part 2/3]
anonymous
March 16 2009, 19:29:08 UTC
Alfred's sobs woke him more than anything else. But this time, unlike every other time the dream came to him, Arthur was still lying a ways away from him. Confused and slightly worried, Alfred reached to the nightstand and slipped Texas onto his face after he wiped his eyes with his other hand. He scooted up behind Arthur, snaking a hand around his waist to gently rub circles against the burdened swell of Arthur's stomach. His hand paused, when he noticed Arthur trembling almost imperceptibly in his arms
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Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4, part 3/3]
anonymous
March 16 2009, 19:31:22 UTC
When it was all over, about six hours later because the baby really came fast after Arthur’s water broke, Alfred wiped the baby (a girl, Arthur had been right on with that) clean, bundled her in a soft receiving blanket, and settled her securely in Arthur’s arms. He crawled into bed next to his brother, lover, companion...his baby mama, and put an arm around the other Nation’s shoulders. He couldn’t wipe the big goofy grin off of his face, even if he tried. Arthur was fine, if tired, and Abigail was a tiny, healthy, feisty non-Nation with a comically conical head, but at the moment both of her parents knew that she was the most beautiful baby who had ever been born
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Re: Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4, part 3/3]
anonymous
March 17 2009, 03:06:20 UTC
ANON.
ANON....
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.. THAT WAS THE MOST SUBLIME, REAL, EMOTIONAL, WONDERFUL MPREG EVER. NOT JUST THAT, IT IS ONE DAMN FABULOUS USA/UK FIC!!!! SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU ANON! I have saved this fanfic to my harddrive to read in future years to come. (yes this anon does that)
Oh, author!anon, I love you so much!!!! Gah! It-it-it, it was so bloody adorable! You have no idea! I'm trying my best to get the accompanying art done, (this week, however, perspective seems to hate OPano), but I got loads of good ideas from your writing. TEN MILLION INTERNETZ ANON! TEN MILLION! I'm going to go draw now...
Re: Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 4/4, part 3/3]
anonymous
April 8 2009, 13:42:11 UTC
...C-Can I has your babies now? Becuase the world needs mini-yous running around. OH GOD. BEST M-PREG FIC EVER. (M-preg is my secret kink...) I...I think I love you...Oh God. Please. Please do an omake. PLEASE. Can I request it as a kink within a kink? I REQUEST OMAKE KINK OF TELLING THE BOSSES AND OR OTHER NATIONS...IF YOU DO THIS, I WOULD PROBABLY...DIE. OF HAPPINESS. (Err...you don't have to though...)
OP of first request here
anonymous
April 10 2009, 19:44:32 UTC
OP!anon of first request actually wouldn't mind that happening either, eheh... But only in Author!anon wants that...
*still scribbling pictures (I'm so sloooow)*(Crap. I tried drawing Abby as a little girl, but ended up with her and a whoooooooole bunch of other little children too. I know that wasn't anything I said I'd do, but, um, if people want to see how they turned out, I don't mind posting those too...eheh...Stay tuned for those pictures~!)
Aww~! Yay for Omake! Don't worry, Author!anon, OP kinda made a brother anyways (OP should know better than to make something on her own request)...I was drawing a picture of what your adorable little Abby would look like a little older, and for some reason, I reeeeeally wanted a brother for her too, so, um...I kinda drew him...oops? (Errol) Um, so, yeah, angry Arthurs or not, go for it! You'll help your siwwy requester!anon out a bit, eheh! ^_^; Besides, I heard that the average number of kids in American and UK households is two...
*shouldn't be as giddy as she is about this* Iiiiii need to see these pictures now, OP-non! D: I've been obsessively checking the thread ever since you said you were working on them! Ahahaha. Great minds think alike. Though I looked up the meaning for "Errol," and while it is a proper English name I don't think Arthur wants to name his son something that means "Uncertain, possibly wandering." I mean, if OP wants me to, I will, for I am but a willing authorslave, but Alfred is convinced that a boy named "Errol Jones" will get the crap beat out of him on the playground, and Arthur really doesn't want either of his precious little ducklings to entertain the notion of "wandering" anywhere.
Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 5/4 Omake, part 1/8]
anonymous
April 12 2009, 17:53:25 UTC
Arthur did have to admit, as he found his way into the kitchen one morning and paused at the sight he beheld, Alfred’s silly antics seemed quite a bit more endearing when his audience was a two-year-old giggling and clapping her hands.
Of course, he wasn’t entirely sure just what he had walked in on, but Alfred had a colander on his head and was apparently fighting off an imaginary dragon with a spatula. Arthur shook his head fondly, and leaned casually against the door frame
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Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 5/4 Omake, part 2/8]
anonymous
April 12 2009, 17:55:29 UTC
“Big, Daddy, big!” Abigail insisted.
“Okay, okay. How about...This big!” he exclaimed, holding his hands about seven inches apart.
“Good!” Abigail chirped. Alfred chuckled and adjusted the colander that was still on his head, because it was slipping forward and getting in his way. He picked up the bowl half-full of batter and poured a generous amount onto the skillet.
“If you make us late for first day of the Summit, Alfred, I swear...” Arthur warned, as he removed the tea bag from his tea, and applied cream and sugar to taste
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Ohhh, Baby. [Chapter 5/4 Omake, part 3/8]
anonymous
April 12 2009, 17:59:39 UTC
They ended up being twenty minutes late. Germany probably would have given them an earful over it, had America not walked in with little Abigail perched on his hip and the cocky air of one who knows that the trouble will lessen if the adorable baby enters the room first, and England following behind. The two Nations took their seats, which happened to be right across the table from one another, and Abigail started out in her father’s lap
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Prompt was Alfred/Arthur mpreg.
Link to parts 1-3: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=978296#t978296
And if I may add a couple of notes on names mentioned in part 3 (that I egregiously forgot to mention for the edification of confused anons ( ... )
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She was beautiful, in her own way, with long auburn hair and hazel eyes like dry prairie grass. She was his neighbor, after he moved back to New York. He had been fighting in Texas, getting revenge for the Alamo. He was a young Nation still, barely big enough for his britches. But now he was back, getting fitted for a new pair of spectacles, the recently-annexed Texas sitting proud on the bridge of his nose ( ... )
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(now I want to write ficlets about little Abby! *shoots self*
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ANON....
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.. THAT WAS THE MOST SUBLIME, REAL, EMOTIONAL, WONDERFUL MPREG EVER. NOT JUST THAT, IT IS ONE DAMN FABULOUS USA/UK FIC!!!! SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU ANON! I have saved this fanfic to my harddrive to read in future years to come. (yes this anon does that)
LOVE! *________*
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*still scribbling pictures (I'm so sloooow)*(Crap. I tried drawing Abby as a little girl, but ended up with her and a whoooooooole bunch of other little children too. I know that wasn't anything I said I'd do, but, um, if people want to see how they turned out, I don't mind posting those too...eheh...Stay tuned for those pictures~!)
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Authornon is fighting with herself to keep from giving Abby a little brother, because Arthur is going to kill me...
<33 Y'all are too kind to lil ol' me! ^///^
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I'll just faceplant now?
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Ahahaha. Great minds think alike. Though I looked up the meaning for "Errol," and while it is a proper English name I don't think Arthur wants to name his son something that means "Uncertain, possibly wandering." I mean, if OP wants me to, I will, for I am but a willing authorslave, but Alfred is convinced that a boy named "Errol Jones" will get the crap beat out of him on the playground, and Arthur really doesn't want either of his precious little ducklings to entertain the notion of "wandering" anywhere.
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Of course, he wasn’t entirely sure just what he had walked in on, but Alfred had a colander on his head and was apparently fighting off an imaginary dragon with a spatula. Arthur shook his head fondly, and leaned casually against the door frame ( ... )
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“Okay, okay. How about...This big!” he exclaimed, holding his hands about seven inches apart.
“Good!” Abigail chirped. Alfred chuckled and adjusted the colander that was still on his head, because it was slipping forward and getting in his way. He picked up the bowl half-full of batter and poured a generous amount onto the skillet.
“If you make us late for first day of the Summit, Alfred, I swear...” Arthur warned, as he removed the tea bag from his tea, and applied cream and sugar to taste ( ... )
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