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Re: The Dominion [2b/5]

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“Massachusetts, what have I told you about running in the house?” America chuckled, standing up. “And I thought you were going to run to town and get me that-…” America froze when he saw England standing in the doorway. He instinctively placed his hands over the bit of a bulge he was sporting as England’s eyes locked onto it, words completely escaping him because of it.

“A-America…” England started to say, but lost his words quickly. What was there to say? It couldn’t be what he thought it was. There was just no way. America just must’ve gone into a depression and gained weight from eating too much. Yes, that was it.

“England, you came back!” America exclaimed happily.

“Y-yes, I did. I wanted to… to… apologize for before I left. I was drunk and I’m so incredibly sorry, America. Please, I know you might not forgive me, but-”

“England. Shut up.” America rolled his eyes, stepping in front of the Briton. “Don’t be sorry. Really, I wanted it too. The only thing to be sorry for is up and leaving like that.” He frowned.

“I was so ashamed…” England sighed, turning his head aside. But he still looked at that swell out of the corner of his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s going to be great.” America smiled widely, trailing his thumb over his stomach.

“‘She’?” England raised a brow.

“The Dominion of New England. Our… well… daughter.” America laughed nervously, motioning to his stomach. England’s eyes widened to almost a comical level as he allowed himself to actually take a good look at the bump.

“America you know you’re a man, right?” England prayed there was another explanation. Because it was true! He was a man! He couldn’t bear a child!

“We’re not human, England. I was just as surprised. But the nausea, the cravings, the having to pee more often, and well, the weight gain despite how well I keep in shape… there’s no denying it, Iggy.”

“But…” England trailed off. But I’m not ready to be a father. But I never meant for this to happen. But we’re nations, we shouldn’t be able to reproduce!

“But nothing, England. It’s such a strange feeling, but there’s nothing else it can be. I know she’s coming and I’d really like for, well, you to be here? I’m so worried about how to have her, you know?”

“Y-yes, I can see why.” When you’re obviously not built to ever bear children.

“I’m just so glad you’re back. I don’t know how I would’ve been able to explain a child to you later, England.” America smiled, taking England’s hands in his own. England’s instincts were yelling to pull his hands back as hard as he could because none of this was right. America’s hands were usually calloused from working outside, but they had grown soft with these passing months from pampering himself for the sake of the child.

“I… you…” England took a slow step backwards, not wanting to admit this nightmare was real. America frowned and placed England’s hands on the swell of their child, the bump that was barely there by looking at it, but was indeed very noticeable upon the touch.

“Our child, England.” England’s heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour. He was in the fullest experience of the fight or flight reflex with all adrenaline rushing to flight. He wasn’t ready for this. He was never going to be ready for this. This is why he refused to allow America to call him father. This was why he yelled at the colonies for calling him dad. He wasn’t the fathering type in the least.

“Y-yes…” England felt his mouth go dry as America let go of his hands, letting them linger on his belly on their own. The Briton suddenly felt incredibly light-headed, and in a few seconds he had fallen backwards and smacked his head off of the table as he fainted.