Author Commentary: First thing: there doesn't seem to be much Austria/Bavaria on this site, though, historically, and even now, the two are "close." So, me being an mpreg-hag, I decided to write an mpreg Austria/Bavaria story for your enjoyment! (Also, the pronunciation of Mr. Barack Obama's name is how many of the kids in my school say the name. And I find it very amusing.)

Rating: T

Warnings: Mpreg, OOCness

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"Well, Australia, you're boyfriend is sure carrying high for the baby being a boy!" America commented, slapping Austria's back.

Austria winced, rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses toward his face, and sighed. "First things first it's Au-stri-ah not Aus-stral-li-ah."Austria said "Australia" with much distaste. "And second, you're probably making Bavaria feel self-conscious."

America in an obnoxious manner. "How could he even hear me?"

"You're the loudest guy in here!" Bavaria yelled from across the room.

Austria smirked. America blushed and bit his lip.

All the other nations began filing into the room. Austria jogged over to Bavaria—who was seated beside Germany—and plopped into his seat between Bavaria and Switzerland.

Bavaria and Austria locked lips—and locked lips for awhile at that.

"Boys, please, you're scaring Liechtenstein," Switzerland said, sounding angered.

Liechtenstein—who was seated beside Switzerland—leaned forward and smiled. "No, Bavaria, Austria, it's fine." Liechtenstein smiled. "I fine it very sweet, actually."

Bavaria rested his head on Austria's shoulder and laughed qietly. "Liechtenstein, you are truly an interesting girl."

"Is that good or bad?" Liechtenstein inquired.

"Hmm..." Bavaria smiled contently. "Good, usually."

"Cool!" Liechtenstein leaned back into her seat.

Bavaria had just fallen asleep when America yelled, "No way, y'all! Bear-rack Who-sane O-bam-ma just said he backed marriage for homos!"

Many of the nations who had legalized same-sex marriage began to clap.

"No!" America wailed. "This is bad! Unholy! Satanic! Evil! Unnatural!"

"What has Bush done to you?" Switzerland teased.

Many of the nations began to laugh.

"Why are you such a homophobe?" Canada asked.

England look around the room. "'Oo said that?"

"I don't know, man!" America laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Bavaria looked across the table and frowned at Canada. "You poor thing." Bavaria mouthed to Canada.

All the nations then suffered through the remainder of the meeting, which was basically America, Mexico, and parts of Eastern Europe going at it with Western Europe and Canada about same-sex marriage and the legality and "moral rightness" of it. Canada gave a very good argument, but sadly was not noticed.

The fight lasted about an half an hour. Bavaria was one of the few Western European regions that wasn't involved with the arguing, mainly do to his pregnant state.

Austria soon came back to Bavaria with Germany, Liechtenstein, and Switzerland in tow.

"You sure gave it to him." Bavaria laughed.

Austria and Bavaria kissed quickly.

"Ja, I think all of us did pretty damn good. Fucking moron." Austria paused for a minute. "Bavaria, are you ready to go?"

Bavaria nodded his head. "Ja."

Austria helped Bavaria stand. Bavaria was somewhat wobbly when he first stood, but managed to steady himself with the help of Austria, of course.

"So... who's house are we going to tonight?" Liechtenstein asked. "Me and Swissy's, Germany's, or Austria and Bavaria's place?"

"Germany's house," Austria replied.

Germany sighed. "Fine." Germany then looked at Bavaria. "Don't be too shocked if Prussia is rude to you."

"I can take him," Bavaria said drowsily.

Austria laughed. "Oh no, you can't."

Bavaria glared at his boyfriend, noticeably angered. The pregnant nation stuck his finger in Austria's face. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

Rolling his eyes, Austria sighed.

"I'm not defenseless! I'm just pregnant!"

Austria puts his hands on his hips. "I'm not saying you're defenseless, it's just that you pregnant and could hurt my child!"

Bavaria put his hands his on hips and stepped back slightly. "Your child? I believe you mean our child." He scoffed. "It's more like mine since I have carried it around for eight and a half months."

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?" Germany screamed. "WE'RE FUCKING LEAVING NOW!"

Austria glanced over to Germany, only to find the blond jogging toward the door with Switzerland and Liechtenstein. Austria then glanced at Bavaria, who looked about ready to cry. Austria draped his arm around Bavaria's shoulders. "Let's get out of here."

Bavaria and Austria left the meeting hall and dashed through the parking lot, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow. Bavaria managed to hit an ice patch and almost landed right on his ass, only to be caught by Austria.

When the two made it into the car, Bavaria sighed and smiled at Austria. "Thanks."

"No problem." Austria jammed the key into the ignition and cranked it twice before the car started.

Bavaria passed out during the half-an-hour drive to Germany and Prussia's house, and was not too excited to wake up.

Austria helped his pregnant lover into the house. The brunette nation opened the screen door—which lead straight into the dining room—and flipped on the light.

"SURPRISE!" A small group of nations—which consisted of: Germany, Prussia, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Canada, and Italy—yelled.

Bavaria stepped back in shock. He next looked the room over. It was decorated in blue streamers, there was a blue-and-white cake on a blue plate sitting on the dining room table (which had a blue table-cloth on it), among other blue things.

Bavaria's only comment to the surprise baby shower was, "You all know that I do not take well to surprises."

Everyone laughed.

The nations attending the baby shower did not do too much other than eat, obsess over Bavaria, eat some more, obsess over Bavaria a little bit more (only until it really started to annoy him), shove more food down their throats, mess with Bavaria, and eat again.

"I am not enjoying this, Austria," Bavaria whispered into Austria's ear.

Austria sighed. "We are leaving in five minutes. Just sit tight until then, all right?"

"All right..." Bavaria rested his head on Austria's shoulder and drifted off.

"Bavaria." Austria shook his lover's shoulder. "Bavaria, wake up."

Bavaria rubbed his eyes. "Huh? What?"

"It's almost 9 o'clock." Austria smiled. "We're leaving now."

"Carry me," Bavaria demanded.

Austria crotched down slightly and lifted his lover off the sofa. Bavaria—even before he was with child—was heavy, but now, with an extra thirty-plus pounds of baby weight, was definetly a heavy man. Austria tipped forward, but luckily caught himself. Germany shook his head and Prussia grinned at Austria's struggling. Austria managed to give Prussia the finger.

Austria staggered from the house to the car, in which he accidently threw Bavaria into.

"You could have killed the baby!" Bavaria screamed as he smacked Austria's face.

"I'm sorry, dear." Austria rolled his eyes.

The couple drove home in silence, mainly do to the fact that Bavaria had fallen asleep during the ride.

After they had gotten home, Bavaria stumbled into the house and passed out on the bed.

Austria looked down at his crotch. "Time to go play 'little fireman'."