[Fanfic] Draw A Circle - Chapter 6

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Title: Draw A Circle
Warnings: mpreg, sexual situations, lemon in later chapters
Rating: T
Character/Pairings: USxUK
Summary: Upon discovering a box of old photographs, England realizes how much he missed having a child around.  Good thing his fairy friends know just what to do to "help".

 

About two weeks had gone by since Alfred’s proposal and although the engagement had been a giant step forward it hadn’t really changed either of their lives very much. The two barely spoke about what they would do for a wedding, Arthur only complaining every time the topic was brought up. The Briton had the right to complain though. It wasn’t as if Alfred had to walk down the aisle looking like a beached whale! The baby was growing rapidly, and with its increased size Arthur was becoming more and more self-conscious. It took a lot of coaxing to just get a shirt off of him in front of the American. As imagined, it took even more to get Arthur calm enough for sex.

The two lay in bed one night, Alfred’s snores echoing off the four walls of Arthur’s bedroom, keeping the shorter nation awake well into the night. He grouchily glared at the wall in front of him as if it were the one making that horrid noise that kept him from falling into a peaceful slumber. Though he had known Alfred for nearly all of the American nation’s life, the man was still a mystery to him. How he could beg Arthur for sex for nearly an hour and then abruptly give up and fall asleep with a smile on his face was something that the British man couldn’t fathom. If their roles had been switched Arthur knew that he would be suffering from blue balls by now, but Alfred didn’t seem to be bothered by anything at the moment. “Bloody git…”

His staring contest with the wall was becoming boring, boring enough to cause his eyelids to start drooping shut. Green orbs were nearly closed when all of the sudden the baby delivered a swift kick to his insides. Grunting and groaning, Arthur’s eyes snapped open as he began rubbing circles into his belly. “Now what do you want?” He stared down at his stomach, speaking to it as he frequently did. He got another kick in response followed by the growling of his own stomach. How could he have not noticed that he was hungry? He guessed Alfred’s begging had something to do with it (not to mention that the sexy dance the other preformed for him had proven to be rather distracting).

‘Alright, so I’m hungry. But for what?’

The most dreaded thought popped into in his mind. A juicy piece of meat sandwiched between two soft seeded buns, topped with pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, and just a dot of ketchup. Large, soft (but not to the point of being mushy), salted fries would go well with it. Oh, and a fresh, cold, soda to quench his thirst. Oh! Oh! And one of those sundae-things Alfred always ordered, with the hot fudge, sprinkles, and whipped cream. A cherry on top would go nicely as well. He felt himself begin to salivate.

‘Wait a minute…I can’t possibly be craving--craving--THAT!’

Arthur shook his head free of the thoughts of nasty burgers, fries, and sundaes. No, he would never in a million years admit to wanting some of Alfred’s fast food! That was simply preposterous! Who in their right mind would prefer food that was precooked to a nice homemade meal?! Alfred, that’s who. Along with his entire nation.

More rapid kicks beat at the inside of his stomach, bringing him back to reality and into the situation at hand. He was craving burgers. Badly. So badly that his mouth hadn’t stopped salivating. How could this happen?! Did this mean that the child would have an appetite like his lover instead of a dignified one like himself? Not only that, but would these cravings continue until the child was born? He would gain weight like crazy and start ballooning in no time!

Another loud growl rumbled his stomach, and coupled with a few more kicks it was enough to make Arthur pull himself up. He grunted again, glaring down at his swollen belly as he told it silently to hush. “Alright. I’ll get you what you want. Just don’t make this a daily occurrence. For the love of my body, please.”

He turned and faced his sleeping partner, taking note of the blissful smile on his face as he dozed. How he hated waking Alfred from such a peaceful slumber, especially for something as silly as this. Nonetheless he tapped the American on the arm, whispering to him. “Oi. Oi, Alfred.”

The blonde rolled away from the touch, nearly falling off the bed in the process. One leg hung over the side of the mattress, but Alfred slept on, moaning his displeasure at trying to be woken. This didn’t stop Arthur from trying again.

“Alfred. Wake up.”

Clamping his eyes shut tighter, Alfred wriggled under the covers and buried his face into his pillow. “Noooo.”

Arthur glared down at his stubborn lover. Well, if he wasn’t going to wake up easily then the British man would have to rely on more drastic measures. “It’s an emergency.”

Alfred jumped up and fell out of bed, mumbling in his half-awake state as he quickly collected himself and dove back onto the bed to grasp Arthur by the shoulders. “What is it?! Is it the baby?! Are you alright?! Did your water break?! Should I call the hospital?! Should I--”

“Come off it!“ Arthur snapped, pulling his shoulders free from the man’s death grip. “It isn’t that kind of emergency.”

Blinking several times, Alfred slowly began to calm down. His head lopped slightly to one side as he stared questioningly at his boyfriend. “Then what kind of emergen--Oooh.” A large grin spread across his face as he straightened up, crawling on his hands and knees to press himself against Arthur’s ever expanding frame. “I think I get it.”

Arthur merely cocked an eyebrow at him, not looking the least bit pleased as Alfred practically crawled on top of him. “What are you going on about?”

Alfred’s grin only widened, sleepy eyes staring seductively into the face of the Englishman. He ghosted a hand over Arthur’s forest green boxers, purring into his ear. “Couldn’t stop thinking about my offer, could you?”

“W-What?! N-No!” Arthur stammered, his face reddening. He tried to push the American off, but Alfred only pressed matters further.

“You thought you could last the night without me, but now you’re so turned on that you need me to take care of it for you. Right, Iggy?”

“You bloody idiot!” Arthur shouted, slapping Alfred’s hand away from him before he could slip it within the waistband of his boxers. “I’m far from being turned on! Think with your other head for once! I only woke you because I’m hungry!”

Alfred stopped instantly, blue eyes swimming with confusion and a slightly hurt look on his face. “Oh,” he carefully climbed off of the smaller man and sat back on his knees before crossing his legs Indian style and smiling. “Why didn’t ya say so in the first place?”

A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips, his hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose in a frustrated manner. “I tried to--”

“So, what’d ya wanna eat?”

Arthur opened his mouth to reply but quickly clamped it back shut. He couldn’t admit to Alfred that he wanted a burger that easily, his pride as an English gentlemen wouldn’t allow it. So instead he lowered his voice to a soft whisper, eyes locked on the sheets beneath him as a bright red blush spread across his face. “M-McDonalds.”

The expected answer came from Alfred. “Wha?”

Clenching his fists, Arthur tried again, raising his voice just a tad. Honestly, could this situation be any more embarrassing? Here he was asking for the one food he detested more than anything else, and to make matters even worse he was asking Alfred of all people! Not only that, but Alfred had the audacity to ask him to repeat his need for the greasy fast food! He felt he could die any moment, then Alfred’s voice broke through the silence in the room and he felt himself lose his temper.

“Wha? I don’t have supersonic hearin’ ya know--”

“I said I want McDonalds, you deaf bafoon!!”

The room fell silent once more after the echoes died down. Arthur gave it a good thirty seconds before lifting his head to look over at his companion. Alfred sat with the most shocked look on his face, his jaw dropped in an almost comical way. But, as was Alfred custom, the look quickly changed into one of his goofy smiles, and before Arthur could stop him the American had attached himself to the Briton’s stomach.

“He wants burgers! This is the happiest day of my life!” Alfred cried, kissing at Arthur’s stretching skin and rubbing fondly at the place where his child was nestled. “He’s gonna be just like me!”

Arthur planted a hand on Alfred’s forehead and pushed him away with all his might, eventually detaching the blue eyed man from around his middle. “For the last time, it’s a girl, and if she turns out like you I may have to consider hanging myself. Now shut it and go and get me some food!”

Alfred sat bolt upright and gave a fake salute before collecting his clothes and haphazardly throwing them on. “What’d ya want?”

Arthur could feel a vein in his forehead start to throb. “I don’t care! Whatever it is you always get. Just make sure there’s enough of it.”

Another mock salute was given along with a “yes sir!” and Alfred disappeared from sight. Arthur stared through the empty doorway, sighing as he sank back down onto his pillow. Green eyes shifted to peer down at his stomach and he found himself speaking to it yet again. “Your father is a complete moron,” he gave a smile, ghosting his fingers down his navel. “With a heart as big as his appetite, which I pray you won’t inherit.”

- - -

Alfred had never made more trips to McDonalds in his entire life! After that first night of craving burgers, Arthur had sent him back for nearly all of his meals (and at the most peculiar times as well). It got so bad that the American was actually starting to detest the fast food restaurant a bit (but not enough to stop eating it, mind you). Alfred thought that maybe his sudden dislike for the burgers he came to love so much over the years had to do with the grotesque way the so called “English gentlemen“ ate them. The Briton could devour one almost as quickly as Alfred could, and he almost never became full. Arthur had, of course, hated himself for this and was complaining more than ever, but the requests for the fast food never ceased. Alfred was starting to wonder if maybe it was true what they said about babies taking control of their mother’s (or in this case father’s) bodies. In a way it made them seem like little aliens, or parasites, taking refuge in a host’s body and using it to feed themselves until such a time as they had grown and gathered enough energy to escape from their cushiony prison.

“Your tie is all crooked.”

Alfred focused his eyes on the mirror in front of him, staring first at the reflection of Arthur in the doorway and then down at the tie around his neck which had somehow managed to become shaped like a pretzel. He gave his typical laugh and tried to untangle the thing, but it didn’t want to cooperate. Sighing, Arthur crossed the room and wrenched the tie from Alfred’s hands, slapping the American when he tried to snatch the item back. With his eyes focused on the task at hand, Arthur remained silent as he corrected the tie, tying it into a perfect knot and threading it through. Alfred could feel the swell of their child brush against his stomach as Arthur leaned in closer.

“You sure you wanna go through with this? I mean, you still might have some time.”

The Briton remained silent as he pushed the tie into its final position, stepping back to admire his work for a moment. “You already know my answer, Alfred, and it’s final.”

All Alfred could do was nod, not having the chance to say anything further as Arthur had already turned tail and left the room. Smiling nervously to himself, he collected his bomber jacket and suitcase and followed the Englishman out of the house.

- - -

A heated debate was already taking place at the United Nations conference, though it wasn’t about what most would suspect. Some way or another the topic of ponies had surfaced, causing Poland to abandon the doodles he was drawing on his manila folder and actually pay attention to what was going on. Korea had claimed that the miniature horses originated in his homeland and there wasn’t a chance in hell that the Polish man was going to stand for that. The entire room was quickly lectured on the history of ponies by Feliks, putting Feliciano to sleep almost instantaneously (with his head in poor Germany’s lap, nonetheless) and causing an eruption of smaller fights to break out amongst the other nations. Switzerland was yelling at the top of his lungs, bullets flying this way and that (it was a wonder how he got his guns passed security each time a meeting came around) as Lithuania begged him not to shoot his beloved Poland for being so forward. Germany would have reprimanded the fighting, had he not had a sleeping Italian in his lap. He stared down at Feliciano and frowned, knowing he didn’t have the heart to wake the poor man from his slumber (especially not with that smile on his face), so he opted to try and ignore the fighting until it passed. France took this as an open invitation to start molesting Canada, which the timid nation didn’t seem to mind in the least (“Francis, not in front of the others. Heehee!’). Seeing as his buddy was having so much fun, Spain decided to pull Romano into his lap, squeezing the protesting Italian as colorful curses rang through the conference room. A few of the nations were wondering where America and England were, since they were quite late already, but most were being kept entertained by the constant bickering, flirting, and utmost chaos going on around them. Yet through it all Greece remained asleep.

It came as a great surprise to everyone that it only took one look at Arthur for the entire room to fall into silence. Alfred closed the door after the two entered (forty three minutes late) and shuddered under the stares he was receiving, quickly scurrying after the Englishman as he took his seat, seemingly ignoring the fact that everyone’s attention had been turned on him. He knew the reason for their stares, Alfred told him it would turn out this way, but there was no avoiding it. He couldn’t miss out on a conference just because he was with child. The world was bound to find out sooner or later, one can’t keep something as great as a child a secret forever.

Matthew smiled as his brother took up the empty seat beside him, though his nervous exterior had returned due to the silence in the room. Francis leaned back in his chair next to the Canadian, knowing he was about to watch one of the greatest shows imaginable. Though he was very supportive about this he just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Arthur all flustered and embarrassed.

Russia was the first to break the silence, smiling over at the British man. “England has been putting on weight, da?”

Ukraine smiled nervously beside her older brother, leaning over to silently tell him that what he just said was very rude. Ivan still didn’t understand and continued to smile at Arthur, the silence of the room not effecting him in the least.

“I get the feeling that there’s more to this than we know,” Estonia said, fully interested in the situation. He leaned forward in his chair, wondering when an explanation would present itself.

“Oui,” Francis spread his arms out elegantly. He knew the others wouldn’t stand a chance at guessing what was going on by themselves, so why not nudge them in the right direction? “Our dear Angleterre has never been known to have weight issues.”

“Da,” Russia added. “He is not like America.”

Alfred shot a glare in Ivan’s direction. Still, the Russian was pretty clueless as to why his comments were so offensive.

“Arthur-san, you are not ill, are you?” Leave it to Japan to be one of the only kind people here. All of the others just accused him of being fat. To this, Arthur merely smiled gently and shook his head. His heart was beating wildly against his chest. If someone didn’t guess soon he was afraid he would have to blurt it out himself.

“Nothing’s wrong with Iggy,” Alfred spoke up, relieving some of the nation’s concern. He then looked to his partner, blue eyes staring questioningly into emeralds. Arthur stared back intently, brows furrowing slightly in worry before he gave the slightest of nods. Alfred stood up from his seat, earning the attention of the room. On a normal day he would have been basking in all of this attention, but right now he was more nervous than he had ever remember being. He gave a sigh, the words coming together in his mind, but right before he could get them out he was interrupted by the least likely of persons.

“I’m pregnant.”

The eyes of everyone in the room quickly snapped to the British nation as silence fell over them once more. This was only a temporary silence though, since Prussia interrupted it by bursting into laughter and falling out of his chair. Denmark snorted behind his hand, earning a glare from Norway for his stupidity, however, several other nations found the statement to be as funny as the Dane and the Prussian and had also burst out laughing.

Lithuania, Ukraine, Seychelles, and Finland had turned this large concerned eyes on the American and the Briton, not sure exactly what to think. Other nations like Sweden and German had remained their quiet selves, thinking instead of acting.

The anger inside of Alfred was to the breaking point by the second time Gilbert collided with the floor, knocking poor Latvia from his seat beside the German. “Everyone shut up!” He slammed his hands down on the polished table in front of him, the force sending some binders flying. It had the right effect though, since the nations had indeed shut their mouths and were once again paying him attention (although Denmark was still snorting and Prussia was currently crawling back into his seat for the third time). “How could you think that we’d joke about something as serious as this?!”

“C’mon, burger boy!” Prussia burst out. “You can’t expect us to actually believe this, do you? You really got us good this time! Even I wouldn’t have thought of pulling off something like this!”

France turned his seductive blue gaze on his former drinking buddy, being dead serious for once in his life. “Dearest Gilbert, our beloved Amerique is indeed being serious. What he says is the truth.”

Canada backed this up by nodding, and once again the room fell silent. This time Spain was the one to break it.

“El bebito! That’s wonderful, Arthur!” The Spaniard’s green eyes shined as he flashed a smile at his former enemy. It seemed that the past could be forgotten when family was brought up, seeing as Antonio was very much a family man (he had tried proposing to Romano on several occasions, but was sadly turned down each time).

“Congratulations!” Tino chirped, smiling brightly from the other side of the room and taking Berwald’s hand under the table.

After Finland had broken the ice, the female nations and some of the males were quick to follow with their words of congratulations. Arthur’s cheeked turned a shade darker each time someone spoke to him, but Alfred merely smiled the entire time, grinning at the world like the proud father he was.

“But how is that possible?” Estonia brought up, forever the logical one. “It’s never been known for nations to reproduce, has it?”

The younger nations turned their eyes on the older ones, but it was Japan who answered Eduard’s question. “In all of history there has never been a nation who has given birth. Nations are not known to reproduce, no.” Deep brown eyes locked onto Arthur, looking confused and concerned. “There must have been some outside interference. Arthur, did one of your spells go wrong?”

For the second time that day, Arthur was given the floor, yet this time he didn’t feel nervous at all. He would answer every question to the best of his ability. Who knows, maybe one of the others would be able to uncover the reason behind his mysterious pregnancy. “I haven’t been casting spells for months. This happened out of the blue one day, I don’t think it’s anything I did.”

“Well, however it happened, it means that the baby you’re carrying isn’t a new nation, aru.” China spoke up, stroking his chin in thought.

“That’s true,” Lithuania brought up. “If it were a new nation we would have found it wandering around like the way you guys found Alfred.”

“A-And me,” Matthew chirped, though no one seemed to hear him.

“Maybe it was like, one of your sparkly invisible friends that did it,” Poland suggested, waving his hand dismissively. “They seem totally shady to me. I mean, we can’t even, like, see them!”

Thankfully, Arthur hadn’t heard Poland’s comment, since Belarus had chosen the exact moment the Polish man opened his mouth to grab a hold of her brother’s scarf and pull a knife on him. She held it to the Russian’s throat, an evil gleam in her eyes as she screamed hysterically into his ear. “This means we can have babies, brother! Babies! Babies! Babies!”

This, of course, brought on a whole new topic of discussion between the countries that were coupled together. Spain once again tackled Romano to the floor, begging him to carry his children and shouting romantic Spanish sayings to the Italian who wanted nothing more than to catch fire and go up in flames. His younger brother had woken up in time to hear what all the fuss was about, and had turned chocolate eyes on Germany, who nearly melted into them.

“Vee, Germany, do you think we can have children too?”

Ludwig’s face lit up as red as one of Antonio’s tomatoes as he stuttered out a response to the best of his ability. “I-I-I--w-we--y-you--well, we can’t ju--Let’s talk about this later, Italy.”

Finland and Sweden were talking silently to each other about what kind of children they would want. They, above all the other couples, seemed the most normal and calm. On the opposite side of the poles was Russia who had been pinned up against a wall by Belarus, her knife still held closely to his throat. “Give me your seed!”

“Lovi, you would make me the happiest man in the world if you’d have my children!”

“Shut the hell up, you damn bastard! I’m not having anyone’s children!”

“Germany, would you want a boy or a girl? Because, I think I would like a little girl. Then she could wear the clothes that Hungary used to dress me in when I was little, remember? Oh yeah, you don’t remember back then…”

“Yo, Austria! Wouldn’t it be awesome if you had my child?! It would be like a miniature version of me, with just as much awesomeness as I have!”

Austria leaned away from Prussia, who had abandoned his seat and had gone to pester the brunette in the heat of the moment. Roderich realized his mistake a bit too late, for he was now leaning up against Elizabeta who was staring at him with a very dreamy look in her eyes.

Alfred and Arthur exchanged looks, neither knowing what to say. This entire discussion had started because of the two of them, but it had erupted into something much more, as nations were now actually trying to get their partners to agree to bare their children.

“Hey, Matty,” Alfred tapped his brother on the shoulder, tearing him away from his conversation with Francis. “Now might be a good time to pass out the invitations.”

- - -

A/N: I know what you’re all thinking, and most of you are probably highly disappointed for where I ended this. Before I get any reviews I would like to apologize for how long this chapter took me to write. I’ve been having major issues with nearly everything in my life lately, but they seemed to have passed for now. I also want to apologize for any nations who may seem out of character to you. I tried my best, and I must say that I had some fun writing some of them. They’ll be back in future chapters, though I’m not sure which ones.

Finally I would like to thank a dedicated fan from deviant art who drew me this lovely picture: sodesuka.deviantart.com/art/Draw-a-Circle-137880216 So thank you to SoDesuKa for the beautiful picture!! Also, to any artists out there, if you ever feel like drawing a scene from my fanfic, you have permission! All I ask is that you send me a link either on livejournal, , or deviantart since I don’t have enough mpreg fanart.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! Please review if you have the time!

Comments

[lokichan2004.livejournal.com]

Awwww~~this was all so cute. Everyone seemed in-character to me, and there's no need to apologize for the lateness of this chapter. We all know that real-life issues are going to come up, so take your time. :)

That's a nice fanart, btw. I love it when people draw fanart based on stories that I'm writing.