Have my Cake and Eat it too!

Aftermath part 2

By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no Baka

I can't fix the line breaks or formatting sometimes in Doc manager. It sucks. It looks good on ODT and weird on the website.

But here is the part before the last part with Belarus! So enjoy it! Thank Cake error for the betaing and I thank you guys again for reading this as well as the other parts! I will upload this eventually on Russiamerica LJ once I join it.

Warnings are some lime (no lemon,) cursing, and some suggestive hints.

I still don't own Hetalia dammit.

England sighed; it always rained in his country. It rained yesterday and today it was as well.

The only good thing that came from the rain was the fact that Francis would make him special soup and tea. Even though the nation was a perverted arse, he was decent some of the time.

The doorbell rang and he put down his newspaper he was reading. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" He walked to the parlor, realizing that the person who kept ringing his doorbell insistently had to be America. Nobody did that ring but him.

'It's been a few years since Matthew had his son that I've seen the wanker. I wonder how he's doing?' He opened the door and saw three figures rush in.

"GOD, YOUR COUNTRY SUCKS!" There was Alfred, frustrated from trying to figure out how to drive, with a heavy rain coat on as well as a rain hat and umbrella, drenched. Bringing up the rear was an uncomfortable looking Russia and someone...else.

England was curious on this third person and ushered them all in his living room.

"Ah England, it's our boy isn't it?" Arthur blushed; he hadn't heard France say that since Alfred was a colony.

"Y...Yes and his stupid big boned husband." He thought he heard a kol and something else as he hung up the pile of coats.

England came back and sat down on the couch, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. "What do you want today you haven't spoken to me in years you ungrateful-" He paused as he took in all the three.

There was America, Russia, and a small...girl. The British nation gasped like a fish out of water at the small girl who was hiding behind a big scarf. She looked like a carbon copy of Russia and America, with lavender eyes, light blond hair, and a big nose. Her hair was long too, all the way down to her back.

"Wh...Wha...What..."

"Oh, I apologize! Say hello to your grandfather, Tabitha." Ivan was all grins at the 'grandfather,' part.

'Tabitha' bowed. "Privet Grandfather England."

"Explain!" England fumed and glared at America, who only tried to appear innocent. Francis took that moment to walk in and see the sight of the family.

"You know how Tony was doing that mochi project? Well my daughter is actually a personification of a satellite in space..."

England had to process this several times, along with France.

Tabitha was actually the personification of the unionized Russia/America huge space station that they were developing. Tony had some part in it as well as how Tabitha did indeed have the blood of both of her 'parents.'

France played with the little girl, who was already talking in French to her 'other grandfather.' Arthur was just sitting in the chair, glaring at the two nations, who tried to appear sheepish of all things.

"Why didn't you tell me this!"

"Umm...I did today?" Russia almost felt bad as England glared harder at his former colony.

"Of all things! I could have seen her earlier! I barely knew about Evan!" Yes, Matthew and Katayusha had a little boy called Evan in the previous year or so. The strange thing that no nation will mention is how the boy looks like Ukraine, Canada, and Cuba.

"Our granddaughter is really intelligent, Angleterre." Arthur saw how the two were smiling and laughing and it brought a sense of warmth in his heart. The little girl had Alfred's smile alright.

He grumbled, still annoyed at his 'favorite son,' who tried to sit up straight like a proper gentleman but kept touching his husband's hand and feeling on him when he didn't think he was looking. Russia on the meanwhile kept twittering his fingers for some reason and had the decency to look bashful, trying to hide behind his hat. Even after getting married he still had his childish demeanor.

"Thank you Francis it's just...she's our life." Ivan blushed harder; it was difficult to put in words his feelings on the matter. "I never thought to have a child of my own in my time."

England almost wanted to gag at how the two were acting nauseating. "What brings you two here? Besides the obvious news?"

"Ah um..." Russia blushed and looked away. America only laughed and held his hand. "We wanted to surprise you with our daughter and inform you of the meeting next month."

"Meeting?" They haven't had a summit in almost a year now. That's the main reason why England hasn't heard a word from the couple; the most they would do is converse with their bosses or over the phone.

"Yeah! Because of all these new nations popping up, they want to have another summit as soon as possible."

The Brit rubbed his temple. "Fine; thank you for informing me. But if you do this thing again, you Yankee, I'm going to curse you!"

Both nations rolled their eyes. "Yeah, whatever Iggy."

"ARTHUR! How many times do I have to tell you to call me my proper name instead of stupid nicknames? I don't want my granddaughter to end up as a brash git like you!" England pulled America's ear.

"OWOWW Ivan help!" France and Tabitha watched the three wrestle, England with a death grip on his 'son's' ear. Francis whistled; shaking his head at their childish antics, and smoothly reached over and pulled Russia's hat off.

"..." England let go in shock at the site of Ivan. Ivan realized he was sans hat and hid his face in his scarf.

"Oui, so our grand daughter was correct; she did mess up her papa's hair."

Russia hair was...short to put it nicely. It was almost buzz-cut length, long enough to run his hands through it but nowhere as long as what it used to be.

America sighed. "Tabitha tried to cut Ivan's hair but cut one part too short so Ivan just decided to hack it all off..."

England frowned and pulled on America's own hat, still left on his head. "HEY! Don't touch the hero's hat!"

Francis tried to hold back a laugh. He saw the pained look of his granddaughter and patted her head. "Don't cry, ma petite, it was an accident. I find your mother's style of fashion more amusing." America had hair longer than Francis now, pulled into a ponytail compared to Ivan's chopped locks. "So is it true what Mathieu says over the pho-"

Arthur pinched Francis' nose. "Tabitha, dear, don't be like this idiot. Always speak when spoken to and don't say the first thing that goes into your mind."

"Are we really going to see the other nations, papa?"

"Da, Tabitha, my dear." Ivan didn't delight in bringing his daughter to the freak show that was the summit. He would have to threaten the nations with his pipe if they even breathed a word of 'annexation takeover.'

Political wise, America and Russia were the strongest superpower nation current, even more than the Asiaero whatever thing that China had going on. His comrade mentioned something weird about Vietnam having his baby and dating Korea. But it wouldn't stop stupid countries for trying to persuade his daughter to join them in a sort of inside job to take down the unionized superpower.

"How do I look?" Alfred popped out the bathroom. Since they were having the meeting near Austria this year the family decided to stay in Russia instead of their home back in Dakota.

Tabitha made a face that reminded America of his husband. "Your tie is crooked papa-mama." Alfred grimaced; his daughter only called him that when she wasn't pleased. "And that shirt has ketchup stands on it."

The blond pouted. "Alright hold on." Russia shook his head and sneaked behind his lover in the bathroom.

"You are better off putting on my coat since you have not done the laundry da?" He whispered hot in his ear and wrapped his arms around his body. "All of your good work shirts left are a result of your eating habits."

America jumped slightly. "God...not use to that even after all these years." He quickly relaxed and frowned. "Your coat? But wouldn't it be too big?"

"Da but you would look cute." America blushed at Ivan's cooing and nodded his head.

"Alright just this once since I don't want to be heroically late."

America relaxed into the hold that his husband put him in, feeling soft kisses trailing his neckline. He groaned as he felt chilly fingers rub against his washboard stomach and up. "Ivan~"

"Hmmm?" Russia inquired; smirking into that gorgeous blond hair. His digits brushed against a nipple and he felt a small moan rise from his lover's lips.

"...Maybe just a quickie wouldn't hurt."

"Papa? Father?" Tabitha knocked on the door; those two have been in the bathroom for over an hour. She had on a long purple dress with black stockings and her blond hair was flowing. Mochi was in her hands, the big blob of white nibbling on a leaf stolen from the fridge.

She blinked at how both of her parents stumbled out, looking flushed. The young nation was used to her parents making out and showing their love. "Grandfather called and he sounded mad."

"Oh crap we took a bit longer than expect! Ivan where is your coat?" Russia shrugged, not regretting having a quickie with his husband as America ran around like a loon.

"Here." He handed him his beige coat and adjusted his scarf. He decided to put on the one that was purple and plaid today instead of the usual one.

The family trio huffed as they walked into the building in the center of the capital of Austria.

Tabitha was all wide eye at the other nations; she seen Korea, Zimbabwe, Mexico, so many.

"AHHHHH I look like China!" America shook one loose sleeve; the coat was indeed a bit too big. The blond could feel everything weighting him down, all the way to the vodka bottle and the pipes that his husband kept.

"No you look delicious love." Tabitha watched how her papa kissed her 'mama' on the lips. "I am going to ravish you later."

America blushed and hit Russia with his coat sleeve. "Tabitha, your father is a pervert!" He put both hidden hands on his lips and pouted. "Not only that but you are actually wearing my jacket of all things."

Ivan laughed. "I thought it was a funny idea da?" All the other nations thought that they switched places and that America was a 'new Russia,' so why not?

"SETTLE DOWN! SETTLE DOWN!" Germany sighed; it was too active at this meeting. Austria was distracted, talking with Switzerland who was arguing about something or another.

"I told you that it was a bad idea to have sex on the piano!"

Next to Germany was Italy, sleeping. The German nation took his husband out for dinner and dancing before the meeting because he knew he was going to be stressed out. Everyone was excited about the idea of 'Satellite nations,' due to the North American brothers suddenly having children.

'I have to admit but the idea sounds appealing.' Ludwig considered having a family and this would make it somewhat possible.

"OKAY, THE HERO IS HERE!"

Everyone shut up. They stared at the little girl who hid behind Russia as well as the fact that Russia and America switched places.

Ivan had on a purple scarf and gloves but obviously wore America's bomber jacket. His hair was comically short too, something that caused Poland to stifle a laugh. Lithuania didn't know if he should stay or run if chaos happened from Russia's patience wearing thin from the comments.

America on the other hand had Russia's coat as well as a red, white, and blue scarf. It was like something from a movie as the two sat down in their seats.

Tabitha waved to her cousin Evan, who waved back. The boy had tan skin but bright purple eyes and a hair curl that was similar to Canada's.

Austria was speechless, especially when America was sneaking sips from Russia's vodka bottle before the meeting even started. 'So the rumors are true.' "Ahem. We called this meeting into order to keep a track on how the new unionization is going along, as well as the prospect of the appearing personifications." Curt and to the point.

"Ah well...it's going well. My son and nephew are healthy." Canada spoke up and everyone turned around except for his close family.

"God." America rubbed his temples. "My brother said it's going good! Little Tabitha is fine as well." The blond mumbled curses in Russian.

"Who?"

"CANADA!" America huffed; he saw his brother more often because he was married to his sister-in-law, but the rest of the world was still ignorant on whom or where Canada actually was.

"Oh well, besides that," Austria coughed. "Let's discuss political matters then, especially with the two major superpowers."

Russia put a hand to his face. He had to cover his daughter's ears randomly as well as her eyes.

The meeting was somewhat normal but went into chaos as usual when the smaller countries complained about America and Russia destroying the world. Then his husband made a comment about how the world would be better off without some countries and it sent all the nations into a tizzy.

"Alfred, are you drunk?"

"Huh, no, I just sipped a bit, da?" Tabitha and Ivan both raised eyebrows; him slipping into Russian meant that he was kinda tipsy. "It's because I knew someone would bi-cry about us being too powerful and 'become one with us,' and crap."

Alfred was ignoring how Mexico and many of the Southern nations were cursing him out, complaining about their people and borders and 'don't you still owe us one from decades ago?'

"I paid you guys back, so shut up! Остановите проклясть перед моей дочью!" America slammed his fist on the table and it broke in half with a crack.

England shook his head. "I told you to watch your power; you're stronger than you was."

"OMG, like, I told you he's going to take over the world with Russia." Feliks gasped and poked Estonia, who was really trying not to get involved in this mess.

"ЗАКРОЙТЕ ВВЕРХ ПОЛЬША!"

Austria groaned; he gave up after Francis tried to molest England and he punched him across the room, Japan not really paying attention and drawing manga of him and Vash, with the help of Heracles, America started drinking more vodka and yelling his head off at most of the South America and Middle Eastern nations, and how some were threatening to throw chairs across the room.

"Is it always like this, daddy?" The little girl watched with curious eyes, half fascinated and half horrified.

"Da..." Russia sighed; for nations they really didn't have shame or morals better than humans. "SHUT UP! CEASE THIS AT ONCE!"

Everyone shut up once again. America pouted and waved one arm sleeve "Russki bear; thank goodness. I was getting sick of all of them."

"Alfred, my bunny, you are not doing much better than these morons, da?" At his husband's crestfallen look he sighed and patted his head. Russia glared at the others though. "You are all nations! Adults! You are supposed to set an example to the younger nations! Instead you act like children and argue like children!"

His aura was full blown as he continued to pound the table with his fist. "Fredka and I are not going to take over the world!" 'Yet...' Soon, very soon they would take over so there would not be stupid moments like this. And his daughter needed more land, after all. "The unionized countries are an example of improved relations, not hostile takeovers!"

"That's right!" America swished a sleeve. His daughter rolled her eyes.

"So instead of fighting, why not discuss like rational countries on what this method could accomplish for world peace, da?"

All the nations turned to each other. It didn't take long for them to talk softly and rationally, starting with England and France, then the other unionized countries, then the rest.

"This is why I love you!" America leapt up and Russia groaned as he was tackled out of his chair. Tabitha shrugged and ran over to her cousin, finding conversing with him much more worthwhile.

"NO BLOODY SNOGGING DURING MEETINGS!" Arthur slammed his fist down on the broken table. "You remember the last time when you two did that!"

Ma petite: Little one

Остановите проклясть перед моей дочью!: Stop cursing in front of my daughter!

ЗАКРОЙТЕ ВВЕРХ ПОЛЬША!: Shut up Poland!