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Rating & Warnings: PG-13 for language and shit
Characters & Pairings: America/Russia, Canada, England, Japan
Summary: Russia is pregnant. America is confused.
Preggers ( part i & ii ) "I am pregnant," says Russia one morning over breakfast. Posture and tone both perfectly relaxed, he says it casually like how he says global nuclear non-proliferation and doesn't even bat an eyelash when America squeezes the handle of his coffee mug so hard the glass practically explodes in his hand. "What." There's this huge unsightly(SCALDING) stain all over America's industrially faded jeans now, but America keeps his smile wide and taught and focused on the nation on the other side of the breakfast table. The piddle jokes, however, he keeps to himself. "Excuse me?" Calmly, Russia picks a stray piece of glass from his toast. "I am pregnant." The edge of table caught under America's grip cracks. "Uhh." Russia tilts his head. "Once more?" America nods. "I," repeats Russia, slowly and deliberately, gesticulating vaguely to his abdomen. "Am. Pregnant." Louder this time, over the sound of a plate breaking against America's fork, "UHHHH." "Are you suffering some sort of newly developed hearing impairment, or are you merely attempting to destroy most of my furniture?" asks Russia, eyebrows furrowed. "My bad." Palm to face, face to palm. "Let me just – just give me a moment, okay?" After a moment, America queries, the pitch of his voice a few decibels higher, "So is the kid mine or what?" A ten degree drop in temperature later, Russia smiles and affirms with a seethed, "Yes. Unfortunately." "Are you sure? I mean, I totally forgive you if you like, got drunk and slept with my brother or something. It happens." Russia informs him he hasn't had sexual relations with England since Nickolas and promptly kicks him out of the house. In the snow, where it's cold. "But that's not who I –" The door slams in America's face. - So the first thing America does after nearly freezing his balls off is call his brother. Canada, not England. … wait. - Yeah, Canada. ( Oh god wait, Russia slept with England. OH GOD, DO NOT WANT. ) "Bro," groans America, "Bro, you've got to be straight with me." "America, it's five am in Ontario right now. What are you doing." "Where?" "…Never mind." "Uh, whatever." What a weirdo. "Look, I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to be perfectly truthful to me, okay. Cause we're brothers, even though I forget you sometimes, and brothers are always totally legit with each other." Canada grunts, "Do I have a choice?" "Cool, cool. We're cool." Leaning against the seat of his rent-a-car, America runs his fingers against the steering wheel and stares deliberately out the window. "Did you sleep with Russia?" There's a pause, and America's jaw drops. "Dude, you slept with Russia?" The line of his spine straightens. "Dude, I'll kick your ass!" More silence. "You fucking dick!" "Listen to me!" America has to peel his phone from his ear to save himself from Canada's yelling. "I said no like a million times! Why would I sleep with Russia?" "Oh. Well." America relaxes, but only a little. "Well, we have the same face and all." "No, America." "You could have gotten drunk or toked up, maybe…" "No, non, and no again." "Are you sure?" "I'm sorry, but if you don't tell me why you're even asking me this, I'm going to hang up." Gravely, America tells him. Canada screams. America screams. But then he stops when he realizes that Canada isn't screaming, but instead is laughing hysterically. - To: America From: Canada lol I'm sorry To: Douchebag From: America No ur not To: America From: Canada But I'm shakin n cryin To: Douchebag From: America don't u have seals to club or sth - The second thing America does is whine all over England's couch. "He's pregnant! How is that even biologically possible!" Answer: it's not. England sputters, "Where exactly did you stick it in?" America stares. "Where the heck else?" "I have no idea. I'm not the one with the demon spawn." "You could have been," accuses America, eyes narrowed, "Don't act like I don't know." No one drinks tea that afternoon. Awkward. - When Canada returns home from a hockey game later that same day, he finds America lounging on his couch with an open bag of cheetoes on his chest and the television set open. Through a mouth full of junk food, America manages, "You never have anything good on tv." "Thanks," comments Canada dryly, who with a complacent shrug of one shoulder, plops next to his brother. "It was nice of you to call ahead, so I could actually prepare something for you." "You're welcome." Canada rolls his eyes and America adjusts to set his head on his brother's lap, attention wholly captivated by the snoresville sitcom on the screen. "England kicked me out after I called him a home wrecker." "Classy." "And Russia's not letting me in the house." "You're on a roll there." "I can't believe he's not talking to me." ( Never mind the perpetually rocky state of their diplomatic relations, but that's completely besides the point. ) "I can't believe you think he's pregnant." But then America elbows him hard in the stomach, so Canada starts to believe a little. "What should I do?" whines America over Canada's wheezing. "What kind of DNA could my sperm possibly share? Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? Is there an extra chromosome pair for freedom?" After the nation of the True North regains his bearings, he shoves America off his lap and onto the floor. Desolate, America merely slumps into the rug and becomes a two hundred something pound fixture next to Canada's finely polished coffee table. Covered in cheetoes. "Maybe for you." "You're such a dick." "Sorry." "Make me pancakes." Canada does, and they're delicious. - Pancakes are great, but they yield absolutely no empirical evidence or explanation or a way back into Russia's house and most importantly, pants. America decides that he needs science. Hard, cold, beautiful science. So of course, he turns to his good friend Japan. "America-san," starts Japan, his tone very serious, "Where exactly did you stick it in?" America makes a face. "...right." Eventually, America convinces Japan to build a robot with him. Then preform tests on his jizz, because that shit still confuses him. - To: Russia From: America hey To: America From: Russia Hello. To: Russia From: America u mad? To: America From: Russia I heard you masturbated at Japan's. To: Russia From:America 4 science!! To: Russia From: America i thought about u when i did it?? To America's complete surprise, Russia doesn't respond. |
July 26 2010, 08:28:37 UTC 1 year ago
July 26 2010, 09:02:48 UTC 1 year ago
STOP
LAUGHING
OHGOD
July 26 2010, 11:22:53 UTC 1 year ago
July 26 2010, 12:03:14 UTC 1 year ago
July 26 2010, 13:51:08 UTC 1 year ago
Poor, poor Russia. What did he do to deserve such a moron as a boyfriend - ohwaityeah. Cold War.This was hilarious. Especially the passages about England. And the "for science!" thing. XDDD
Oh America ♥
July 26 2010, 15:58:28 UTC 1 year ago
July 27 2010, 01:20:14 UTC 1 year ago
Wanna read more of this!!
July 27 2010, 04:33:32 UTC 1 year ago
July 28 2010, 06:14:07 UTC 1 year ago
hi
This is crack is beautiful <3lol ya he was shaking and crying ....from laughing so hard...sequel?
July 30 2010, 19:18:33 UTC 1 year ago
This pretty much made up my morning. THANK YOU FOR SHARING <3
August 1 2010, 03:06:19 UTC 1 year ago