This was the second second version of the fic as you can tell I had it set in a different way but I liked the more insane Alfred. I have like versions of every I write.

"Negative again." Alfred said.

Ivan looked up from the chair he was on. His lover scowled and threw the pregnancy test into the waste basket. He huffed and walked around in a circle for a moment before looking at him, still frowning but his eyes upset.

"It didn't work!" The blond shouted and then stormed over to him. "Now what? What now!"

"Calm down, dorgory," Ivan said standing and pulling him into an embrace. "We will try something else."

"Like what? We tried everything! We tried the normal way, we got a sergeant and she died, we made colonies on both our lands and that didn't work! We even became one and it still didn't work!"

Ivan tried not to cover his ears at the screaming the blonde. "if you remember you kept your country the same and I did too."

"You promised me!"

"Yes, I did. perhaps if you would look into-"

"I did! Ivan, they won' give me one! No one will give me one because of what I am! You promised me I

would have one and I want one now!

"I will find you one… I promise."

"Please, Ivan…. Please, please, I want one so bad and you promised it would happen… please,"

Holding the sobbing nation Ivan tried to think of what to do. They really had run out of options. Since they

had first started their relationship, Alfred had made it clear he wanted children and after years of dating and loving each other they had decided to stay with one another forever.

It was going great until they found out that when they tried to have one Alfred couldn't get pregnant. No matter how many times they tried. It almost killed his lover and then they got a woman to carry the child and they both died. Next was colonizing and nothing happened.

It had gotten to the point where they both took over the world. Not for ruling it, not for having the world tremble at them, but for a child. And it didn't happen which had brought on this new yelling.

Ivan felt the smaller body start to slump on him. Carefully he lifted his lover up and held him. He felt sad and pity as he saw the tears still rolling down the passed out nation. Kissing them away he took him to bed and set him down before covering him up.

Going over to the window he looked out of it. What could he do? Human children grew too fast. Ivan wondered if this was their punishment for taking over the world? No, this had been going on long before they took over the world.

Looking down at the defeated nations who were now forced to work to them his eyes landed on China. Did China not have a child? Yes, if he remembered correctly his former friend had a small child that was living with him. Where was he?

Turning on his heels he walked down the hall and down the sitars. Even with the world out there he had nothing to fear. They had made sure none of them could escape them. The collars around their necks assured that.

Walking out many parted as he made his way into filed. He saw China weaving a basket together as America had told him too. Walking up behind him he stood there looming over him.

"Russia, aru," China said nervously. "I… I am almost done with America's basket…"

"Did you not have a small child with you?"

China tensed and gulped.

"Da, is as I thought. Where is he?"

"Please, Russia, leave him be. He's not cut out for this work…"

Russia grabbed him by the back of the neck. "You will tell me where he is."

"But-but!"

China let out a painful yelp as he was hit in the side of his head with the metal pipe. Holding the bleeding spot he tried to focus. Another hit came to his ribs. Gasping in pain he was flung up off the ground and held at the neck, before taking him to the basement.

England listened to China's screams and pleas from his place at the kitchen. France was cooking food, his leg chained to the stove. England was on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

They both listened before going back to their work trying to ignore it. They had been allowed to stay together. America had told Russia he wanted them to be together at all times. Something kind to stay before chaining them up like animals.

Pulling the chain further out of the way, England continued to scrub the floor. This old fashion way of cleaning was to keep them away form making an escape. They heard a bell ring. Sitting back on his heels, England looked towards the door.

Soon America appeared with his arms folded loosely across his chest and a hard glare on features. He took a seat.

"Forget the damn lunch and get me a coke." Alfred demanded.

With his glasses on he looked terrifying. Never did he need them but he loved the glasses. France set the food on low and set a pan aside and went to the fridge the chain trailing behind him. Taking out the drink he set it in front of America.

Opening it America took a long drink and then continued to glare at nothing. A few seconds later he noticed China's screams. Blinking he broke out of his angry mood for a moment and looked towards the basement door.

Standing up he walked to the door and knocked on it. The screams stopped . Opening the door he walked down the stairs to the room. He found China gasping and crying on the floor. Looking at him he sighed.

"Ivan?"

"Da?"

"I want to try again."

Ivan smiled. So it had gotten to the point where Alfred did not mind what he was up too. Looking down at the beaten man he kicked him once more before fallowing Alfred back up the stairs.

As they passed France and England, Ivan unlocked them. He hulled up England and forced him into another room. It was more liked a closet. A metal one that no one could open. No digital lock but an old fashion one.

"Clean up China." He said.

Hong stayed hidden in the large house that was formally know as China's. Now it had been taken over by Russia. The world had turned upside down and the last thing he had seen was China running away and telling him to hide.

Stomach growling he rubbed his stomach and peeked around the corner of his home. He had come back for food. It had been months or maybe a year. It was hard to tell with human time He had never been good at it. Running quickly he slipped inside the house and ran towards the kitchen. He found a jar of rice and pulled it out.

It hadn't spoiled.

He started to pull out a pot and some chop sticks. He turned on the water and to his luck it still worked. Letting it run he grabbed the rice and started to pull the top off, his stomach growling in pain. He was sure if he had been human he would have died already. There was a loud bang on the door and he dropped the pot. He stood there frozen and looked at the door.

A tall man stood there looking at him. He had blind hair and blue eyes. From the west? Not moving he started shaking and backed away to the wall.

"Hey, it's okay… don't worry I won't hurt you…"

The voice was kind but Hong was afraid. Shaking more he pressed himself further against the kitchen wall whimpering as the man came closer he closed his eyes.

A hand rubbed his head so kindly and lovingly that he risked a peek. He saw the man looking at him as if he was so relieved to have found him. That kind hand brushed away the tears and the voice continued to try and sooth him.

"Shh, you'll okay. Come on, I'll take you somewhere to eat. Is that alright? You look hungry,"

"I… I-I-…"

"Shh, here drink this. It's a special liquid food."

Hong whimpered again and put his hands over him mouth. What if it was poison? Or something else? Cowering away he closed his eyes, the tears still falling down. Taking a chance he looked at the man who opened the small bottled cup and took a drink.

"See? Nothing wrong… here, you want some,"

Looking at it Hong slowly stepped forward and took the thing shakily into his hands and took a small sip. Eyes wide he tried to gulp it down but was stopped.

"Whoa! Slowly, slowly or you'll throw it up."

Hong drank it more slowly savoring the taste of it. It felt wonderful in his stomach. Closing his eyes he swayed a little and then opened them when he was picked up and hugged. Still drinking the stuff he let himself be carried away as he began to grow heavy with sleep.

When he was done he just held the cup now full. He saw a car waiting and then he was taken inside. This person, whoever he was much tall. Hong felt like a baby in his arms. Was that what is was like? He would never know. Neither China nor England held him a lot but this… this was nice.

Eyes barely opened he felt that kind hand running through his uncombed messy hair. Leaning against this person he fell a sleep.

When Hong woke up he felt relaxed and clam. Safe and his stomach not longer hurt. The only thing he noticed was that he was cleaned. A bath? Looking down he could see that he had been washed, dried, clothed, hair fixed, and was laying in a soft bed. A strange one too.

Looking up he saw something floating above him. Birds and sunflowers? And it was moving around and playing music. Sitting up a little he looked around and noticed.

"I'm in a crib?"

True he was small enough to fit in one perfectly and this was a big crib. Looking around he gasped a little. Blinking he rubbed his eyes before looking again. Standing u p his mouth hung open.

The room was filled with toys, and art crafts, stuffed animals, books. A child's dream room. As old as he was in human years he was still really young since he was not a country. Only an former English colony that was now owned by China. Or was he now?

"Ah, you woke up."

Jumping back down he hid under the blanket and cried out when he was lifted. "It's okay, I brought you some food."

Something pressed against his lips. Opening his eyes he noticed it was a baby bottle. He looked at it and then back at the man from before.

"I know, I know, but your stomach can't handle anything else for a while and this is the only thing that will keep you from choking yourself. It's warm milk with honey in it."

Hong settled into the arms holding onto him and let himself be fed. He rather enjoyed being babied liked this. The feeling of comfort and security . Holding on to the man's shirt he closed his eyes at the chair rocking them slowly back and forth.

"There, feeling better?"

Hong nodded.

"Good," Alfred smiled.

Finally he got what he wanted.

^^' Yeah... I think it was okay.