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Feathers [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-31 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)There was a thud at Hungary’s side, followed by Prussia’s amused cackle. Hungary turned around, flushed. “Uh… Austria?”
The fallen nation obviously didn’t respond.
Italy giggled some more, and nuzzled America’s cheek. “Can we go eat burgers now?”
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When finally all commotion had abated, the first one coming over to congratulate was, of course, Hungary; she couldn’t just drop it off, both because it was her cute Ita they were talking about, and because she had to get permission to record everything.
Of course, when it came to recording NC rated stuff, she didn’t have to ask (she could hide herself effectively behind any kind of wall, tree, bush, random person…), but this was something even more private –she wanted to be part of it.
The one who was the most interested though, as strange as it could sound, was China. Being the oldest one amongst the batch of Nations, he had been able to watch over a few other nations giving birth before, and even though it was unusual and terribly rare, he was the one who knew the most. “Italy, you have to let me assist, aru!”
With most nations swarming around to offer their congratulations, pampering Italy with hugs and pats on the head, America felt allowed to stand up and bounce towards England, who was looking at the Italian with a strange expression.
“Everything’s ok, Iggy?” patting him on the shoulder to attract his attention, America smiled expectantly. “I’m going to be a daddy!”
Turning to look at his ex colony with darkened eyes, England shook his head. “It’s quite surprising that the first one to be giving birth in what…” he turned to look at Greece, who was sleeping in a corner, and shrugged. “Well, in a while, would be your mate”.
America puffed out his chest in pride. “Of course! I’m the hero!”
“You dolt –what does that have to do with anything!” bopping his head with a clenched fist, albeit without any strength to it, England once again looked at the Italian, who was being smothered by a quite exited Spain.
“What, are you not giddy ‘bout it?” America leaned forwards, all his weight on England’s back and ignoring his spluttering. “You’re going to be an uncle now, Arthur”.
Green eyes widened in shock, body making a good impression of a rock, and unable to push the American away, England could only look, maybe a bit morbidly, at Italy’s still flat stomach. “U… uncle?!” he gritted out, voice suddenly some octaves higher.
“Ha ha ha~ of course, Arthur! You’ll be the grumpy old uncle that always smells of tea and mothballs!”
“Y–you idiot!”
“Uncle Arthur~ you’ll be so cute” France, who was busy groping Italy’s now exposed stomach to his heart’s consent, chuckled at the still frozen Brit, and America narrowed his eyes, feeling a deep wave of protectiveness flare up.
He didn’t like France to be touching his boyfriend.
“Hands away! Or I’ll send Feli’s brother on you!” he threatened, pointing at a fuming Romano in a corner, Spain hugging him close.
France chuckled, knowing that Romano would never get close enough to him to be a serious threat (and if he did come close, well, France had enough hands to grope him, too), and was about to continue his explorations of Ita’s body when the Italian smiled warmly up at him.
“But Brother Francis will also be an uncle~ ve~”
Suddenly feeling inexplicably old, France turned to a corner, finger tracing invisible lines on the floor.
“The awesome me, too! The awesome me too!” Prussia waved his arm around, bouncing and looking expectantly at little cute Ita. “I’ll coddle the baby just with my splendid presence!”
“Ve~ of course, Uncle Prussia” Italy giggled, receiving a bear hug as thanks.
America felt his eyebrow twitch, but had to chuckle nonetheless. He had never heard of a nation being pregnant before, so he could understand everybody’s happy attitude, but…
“I’m going to be the daddy! A Hero dad!” he tackled Italy, removing Prussia from the embrace. “And you, mind your hands!”
Chuckling, Prussia simply went to poke at France, smirking all the while.
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Re: Feathers [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-01 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)Love how America is so protective of both his baby and Italy. So adorable. <3
Re: Feathers [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-02 07:51 am (UTC)(link)OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2010-02-24 01:34 am (UTC)(link)Please update soon!