Their fingers intertwined, America softly singing to her as he led her, her feet frantic and clumsy. Belarus looked down expectantly, wishing that she wasn't making such of a fool of herself. She had always been clumsy and awkward, she was glad he could be patient to some degree with her.

"Hey, Bels," Alfred whispered in her ear. "Loosen up a bit, slow down." Still, Natalya remained hanging her head low, the top of her head pressed to his chest. It wasn't until he moved one of his hands from her back to her chin and lifted it up so his light blue eyes met her darker ones.

"Chin up, beautiful. Smile, a pretty-no, gorgeous girl like you has no reason to frown."

Her face softened, and a trace of a smile appeared on her face. "I-I-"

"Shh, stop talking. Keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed."

"What did you screw up this time?"

America smiled at her nervously. "I love you...?"

America smiled against Belarus's lips, his arms wrapped around her waist. She was sitting on his lap, deliberately teasing him to see if he would react the way she wanted him to. Barely audible, she whispered in his mouth,"I want you. I want you more that you would ever know..."

She knew that he was aroused already, he had taken off his glasses and set them aside, he never took off his glasses unless he meant serious business. Natalya pressed on, giggling.

She moaned loudly into the kiss, tightening her arms around his neck. Hastily, he trailed opened mouthed kisses down her arm until finally settling on her throat. She bit her lips, trying to hold back her laughter. Her throat was a generally ticklish place, she giggled at the feel of someone touching it, let alone kissing it.

She stayed with it for as long as she could until a wave of laughter rolled over her, making her double over with her forehead in his shoulder. America, keeping a straight face, picked her up by her hips.

"Hope you know that your giggling turns me on even more

Natalya smirked. "Prove it."

"I will... I definitely will."

And with that, he carried her to their bedroom, to show her exactly how aroused he was.

Alfred loved watching Natalya sleep. The way her chest rose and fell was somewhat hypnotic, and the way her hair was splayed out around her. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had ever met. He rolled over and carressed her gently, as if she were a fragile item. Darning a kiss on her cheek, he whispered,"You up?"

Silently, she shook her head, forcing his arms to tighten around her waist. "I cannot sleep. I am not sure that I want to either." America winced, sensing the urgency in her voice.

"America?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."

America's mouth dropped open and Belarus prepared herself for the worse. After what felt like hours of silence, America pounced on her and shouted gleefully,"MY BABY'S HAVING MY BABY!"

I don't even know where this decking came from. None of these drabbles are related. I just wrote these while I was supposed to be writing a PrussiaxReader, and this mess is what came out. Review if you liked it. ^_^d Byee!