Thank you all for your reviews! I appreciate you dropping a line to let me know what you think. Thank you :)This is 'Baby Bug' with another Male nation per request. Someone asked what happened to Lithuania?

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AU from 'Baby bug'. Rated M. I own nothing.

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She was on her way back from the meeting. A single paper containing a list of countries was tucked carefully in her briefcase. It would have been the normal course of events to go home, and carefully, think over her options. In fact, that was the original plan.

However, America had severely over estimated her car's 'superior gas mileage'. To say the least. She discovered this when it gave a weak sputtering, shaking, and then promptly died as she pulled off the road.

Well, this was great.

She fussed at the steering wheel for a full three minutes, before grudgingly exiting her car and looking around. America huffed at the unfairness of this all, even though she knew logically that it was her fault. There was nothing in sight, and telephones were not as common yet, her country had only just started having them in even the rural areas that were not 'party lines'.

Of course.

Her blond hair shifted slightly as she puffed out an exasperated breath which made Nantucket dance for a few seconds. There was no use crying over spilt milk, she supposed. America began to push her car down the dusty stretch of roadway, as a small trail of sweat trickled from her brow. She glanced to see all the farmland, and the crops that were protruding proudly from the earth.

Dear Lord above, she loved her country and her people.

However, it was the sight of a flax off in the distance that made her think of a country she had not seen in a little while. Prior to the war, Lithuania had lived with her for a brief period of time. His main export was flax, and several other grains.

America felt a slight lump for in her throat. Had it not been for her Great Depression, he would have stayed longer, but she hadn't been able to afford him there. IT had been a large shame to her at the time. Now she saw it for what it was. Simply hard times that all nations went through.

Yet, she found herself smiling as she pushed her car further down the road. There had to be a gas station around here somewhere. She was not tired, by any stretch of the imagination, but she was a little lost in fond memories.

Lithuania... she remembered when he invited her to see Vilnius and she had thought his country was rather lovely. Perhaps not nearly as varied as her own, but few countries were.

And, she had put him on the list. Because she could easily envision what their child would look like.

America rounded the corner to see the little boy with bright blue eyes and brown hair. A shade or two lighter than his fathers. Sometimes, he would chase after Lithuania as they played in the front yard. And, perhaps his eyes could be called hazel for their were flecks of green and brown in them. However, he had inherited his father's disposition. The sunny and warm smile he gave her always had her heart melting.

Even when he did things like lay in wait for Sealand to pass by so that he could feign out the other boy. Their son was very tactically minded, and more than once America had been caught by Lithuania as she attempted to show their boy how to fight.

And, more than once, she'd caught Lithuania doing the exact same thing, only with an innocent and unassuming smile as they both prepared dinner.

America fiddled with the idea for a moment longer. In fact, the more she thought about it.. the more she like it. Lithuania and she had been around each other before, and their son could easily play basketball with both of them.

She stopped pushing her car as the proverbial lightning bolt struck her. Lithuania, quiet and shy. However, he possessed a strength of will when the time called for it that she admired. And, if she were being perfectly honest, he was a handsome and steady sort of guy.

The kind of guy you would want to build a family with.

She'd just ask Lithuania to have child with her! It made perfect sense!

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By the time America got herself and her car home, she was itching to call Lithuania up. Though, she would have to ring Russia's house. Which she hated doing. They were still at odds and Estonia only barely passed her messages along.

She was relatively certain that Latvia was terrified of her, but it was hard to tell. Russia never let him out of his sight. Of course, she could always ask Russia if he would consider fathering a child with her.

So... perhaps it wasn't terrible to call his house anymore? She really wasn't certain. Still, she steeled her resolve and stared as she asked the operator to transfer her call.

She could do this.

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He was coming!

Lithuania was due to be hear any minute. America bustled around the house and tried to make it as clean as he had always kept it. She checked her appearance in the mirror and patted her hair down one more time.

Alright. She could do this!

She hummed as she darted back to the kitchen. The food was comming along nicely. The filling for her buns was done and she started pinching off dough from the giant ball in the bowl. Her rolling pin practically flew as she worked them out into four inch circles and ladled the filling inside. America pinched the ends and laid them seam side down onto a baking sheet.

When the sheet was filled, she wanted to let them rest so that they could rise one more time.

America washed her hands as she heard a knocking at the door. He was here. She had never been so nervous about seeing Lithuania before. America cleared her throat.

She was fearless!

America squared her shoulders and put on her best smile as she answered the door.

A nearly plain face, but kind looking man with brown hair and green eyes was smiling back at her. America felt her nerves fray just a bit more. She gave a small chuckle.

"Hey dude! I am so glad to see you. It has been ages," she continued as she reached to take his hat.

Lithuania handed it over without argument.

"It is good to see you too, America." He replied fondly. It was true he had to sneak out for this, but as long as he was back before Mr. Russia noticed, he'd be fine. And, he had not been able to see America in 'ages' as she said.

He had missed her.

Her home looked a little different. The furnishings had changed, as had the wall paper, but the rest of it looked remarkably the same. His smile widened just a fraction. How funny time truly was. Lithuania felt as if he was stepping back into a little slice of heaven.

He had once confessed to Finland that he had greatly enjoyed his time with America. Though she was often loud and quick to jump into things, she was kind. He had to insist to be her house keeper. Even then, she had always treated him with polite respect. In fact, some of his happiest memories were with her and the laughter they shared.

The lingering scent of meat and black pepper was in the air. It smelled, very familiar. Lithuania looked toward the kitchen reflexively.

"It smells wonderful in here," he complimented and America grinned happily.

"I'm glad you think so, come on in," she said pulling him a little further inside as she closed the door behind him.

"You changed the color," he said, pointing to her couch.

She flushed slightly in pleasure at his observation. Canada had been so wrong. It was obviously a different color and not the same 'blue' he said it was.

"Yeah, I did." She nodded happily. "Let's go to the kitchen, the food is almost ready. I hope you're hungry."

Lithuania was famished. The trip had been a long one. Yet, he was very happy to be here in familiar surroundings.

His eyes caught sight of the rising buns on the baking sheet next to the stove. He moved closer in order to get a better look.

"What are these?" He asked, in the mild manner he always had that left America feeling welcomed. Despite whatever happened, or how the world was changing.

She colored slightly, as heat rushed to her cheeks. It was the dish he'd first made for her. When he had come to live at her home. It had been an interesting night, as Lithuania settled in and America kept insisting he did not have to be her housekeeper. A fight she eventually lost.

After all, Lithuania had once beaten Prussia. Though, the albino nation still denied it to this very day.

"It's... uh... well..." America said softly, as her bright blue eyes flickered down to the rising dough. "I thought, maybe you'd like-"

"Bacon buns?" He asked quizzically, as his green eyes widened in realization.

America tucked a golden lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah. Real Lithuanian bacon buns." She said in a slight murmur as she felt unsure if this was a good idea or not. "Just like you used to make."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at her fondly.

"You remembered the recipe? I am impressed!" The male nation told her as he continued to grin. "It has been years since I was here. And you still remembered them."

He looked over the unbaked buns carefully. Lithuania sniffed them.

"It even smells correct so far."

America was secretly relieved. "Of course Dude. I make 'em all the time since-"

She paused in her words. Her mouth fell slightly open and she swallowed quickly. The bright spots of color on her cheeks grew darker, and she tried to cover for the silence by sliding the tray of buns in the oven.

Lithuania, however, was not deterred by the abrupt quiet.

"Since?" He inquired politely, trying to keep the conversation going.

America cleared her throat. Her gaze darted around, and fell on the pitcher of lemonade on the table.

"Are you thirsty?" She asked suddenly, and smiled at him.

He blinked in confusion, but did not push the issue.

"Yes, I am a little parched."

"I have some fresh squeezed lemonade," America prattled on. "Come have some while it is still cold. The buns will take a few minutes."

She guided him toward the table, and Lithuania sat down as America poured him a tall glass of the sour-sweet liquid. He drank greedily, for he really was thirsty. America seemed unperturbed as she refilled his glass.

"So, how have you been?"

Lithuania wondered what the diplomatic response was for such a situation. He knew America and Mr. Russia were at odds.

"It has been... a learning experience," he said neutrally, as he drank from his glass once more.

Something in her eyes flashed behind Texas, but she said nothing as she nodded.

"Otherwise, I have been well. How have you been?" Lithuania said, cutting through the slightly tense silence.

"Well," she told him honestly. "I have been well. Doing a lot of things at once, but aren't we all?" She asked with a laugh.

He laughed with her, as his green eyes traced the joyful expression on her face. It had been far too long since he'd seen her last.

They carried on with friendly small talk, until America's patience had been tested to the end. She had to ask him now, because he seemed comfortable enough.

Right?

Well, it was now or never.

"So... Lithuania?"

"Yes?" He asked and as soon as his eyes were upon her, America felt herself blush slightly.

"Can I ask you something a little... personal?"

He shifted in his chair, but seemed still unfazed.

"Please, ask away."

She sucked in a small breath. Okay. Okay. She was ready.

"Have you ever thought about having a kid?" She asked, attempting to appear nonchalant and at ease about the topic she was nearly dying to address.

Lithuania paused, looking at her like a startled deer.

"Um," he said with a slight cough. "I have never thought much about it."

"Oh?" She asked with feigned surprise. It was not the answer she was hoping for. Declarations of undying love or a mystified expression of desire would have been nice. But, 'never thought about it' would have to do.

"It does not come up much, as you know." He continued with a sheepish smile.

"Right, well, now that is has come up," she hinted strongly, "what do you think about it?"

"Which part?"

"About having a kid," America responded as she tried to hold back from simply telling him she wanted to have a child with him.

But, Lithuania was skittish and she did not want to frighten him off.

"Oh, well, I am not sure."

America clenched her hands gently. "Well, do you want a kid? Or not?"

Lithuania stared at her for a moment before pondering her question. "I supposed I would want one."

"So if you want a kid. Have you ever thought about who with?" She asked, with a strained sense of hope that he would say what she desperately hoped that he would.

He scratched at his chin thoughtfully, and a slight blush appeared on his features. America nearly cooed at him. She'd always found the whole gentle spoken aspect of Lithuania to be heart-melting. She nearly squealed at the thought of their kiddo taking after its father. What if she could actually dress him up like a knight (or her)?

Gah! It was too freaking adorable!

He mumbled something and took another long drink of his lemonade.

"What?" She asked, with a shy smile of her won hidden away, "I didn't hear you."

This would be a great time for him to do that gallant thing he sometimes did when it came to saving Poland. Except, instead of fighting, he would take her hand and kiss the back of it. Or tell her she was beautiful.

All that romantic crap she'd picked up from France, which she would never tell another soul about.

"I...," he attempted again as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. "I suppose... I had always assumed it would be..."

'Me?' her thoughts asked in a semi-giddy way. America was nearly literal on the edge of her seat. Her hands were folded on top of the table and she would have to get up in a moment to check on the buns.

However, right now she didn't think she could be dragged away by wild horses. Her bright blue eyes watched him intently.

"Would be?" She coaxed on in a soft voice, as she encouraged him.

"B-Belarus," he finished with his words nearly cracking.

America's anticipation and the happy ending she was envisioning came crashing down around her. She gave a quick smile, to replace the one that had ceased the moment she registered the name.

"Ah," she said casually, moving to stand and check on the food. "That makes sense. Help yourself to more lemonade. I have plenty."

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The question stayed with him, despite the lovely visit and conversation, as did the crestfallen look on America's face as he'd informed her of his concern for Belarus. He should have let the topic drop, but he found himself either unable or unwilling to leave the question to die in the misery of silence.

Lithuania turned toward her, he'd eaten his fill and America had seen to wrapping up the leftovers for him to take back. He kept up a steady stream of polite chatting, but it seemed mostly one-sided. Right up until after she handed him his hat. His demeanor was warm and still accepting, as he so very often was. He watched as she shifted from one foot to the other without a word.

So strange, for such a talkative nation.

"How did you remember the recipe?" He asked softly, when America briefly glanced at him. Something flashed across her face, nearly to brief to recognize, but he saw it all the same.

Resignation to having to tell him. Just what she was going to say, he did not know, but for some reason the look had his heart beating faster.

There was a softening around her features, but most of all in her eyes. Texas flashed briefly as she tilted her head downward.

"I made them," she confessed after a moment of silence. "I made them a lot. When... after you left. Whenever I... whenever I missed you. I would make them."

She smiled, clearly thinking about the past and not the present.

Lithuania paused as the weight of what she was truly saying settled over him like an old winter coat. His green eyes watched her as she did not look back up at him. He could see the disguised vulnerability on her face and the way she stood before him. His hands itched to reach out and comfort her.

She was like the America he had lived with. A little bit shy when no one else was around. A tad uncertain about what was to come, but braving the impending storm because after all; that is what heroes did.

His confession about Belarus seemed to float to the forefront of his thoughts. The times that America had tried to shield him from the rest of the world, and the times she had been present near Belarus. Lithuania had almost forgotten about Belarus entirely in her presence.

And, perhaps, he had forgotten that America was still a young nation. There was an nearly optimistic quality about her. As if everything would work out in the end. Even though she charged in, she was clearly always holding something back. He wondered-

"Well," she said awkwardly as she cleared her throat. "I think you said you had to go."

The congenial smile was back in place, and the goofy but vacant look was in her eyes. As if she was pulling her cluelessness about her to protect what was left of a deeply wounded dignity.

He nodded, suddenly unsure if he really ought to leave.

"Okay dude! Take care!" She said brightly, and maybe a touch too loudly?

Lithuania scrutinized her face as she shoved nearly an armful of wrapped buns into his hands. His palms felt clammy as he held the package tightly. She was gently pushing him toward the door as he sputtered and attempted to gather a coherent thought together. Something wasn't right about this.

"America?" He asked, a little off balance as she half-pushed and half-shoved him out the door. His green eyes looked at her questioningly.

Her eyes were closed as she smiled and laughed as if he'd said some grand joke.

"Yea dude! That's me. See you at the next meeting." Her blue eyes flashed upward and she held out a hand. "Looks like rain, you'd better hurry. Stay safe!"

The door was closed in his face as he blinked. Lithuania looked up to the cloudless blue sky and wondered what had just happened.

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America, in a display of being a responsible and mature adult, smashed the kitchen table and cried as she ate a candy bar.

Well, that had not gone according to plan.

She wiped away the remnants of the tears and chocolate and put on a determined face. She strode out to her car, after she was sure Lithuania had left, and grabbed her briefcase. She was going to look over that list and pick the perfect male nation to help her make a baby!

The perfect one!

She glared balefully at a bacon bun that escaped wrapping.

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He paced the floor for what felt like the hundredth time today. America's words replayed in his thoughts over and over again like a well loved record.

'Have you ever thought about having a kid?'

Her blue eyes had seemed hopeful, hadn't they? Why? What did a child have o do with anything anyway? Perhaps she was... was America... wanting to have a child?

With him?

Lithuania flushed to the roots of his brown hair. No. No. That could not be right.

Could it?

The smaller nation thought about the way she'd reacted. Nervous, for America, unsure and slightly embarrassed. Yet, oddly, hopeful? As if she were wanting his answer to be something she needed to hear.

He scratched at his head, confused and somehow concerned. Had he said something wrong? America knew that he was a little... infatuated with Belarus. Russia even encouraged him to try and win his little sister. So surely, that was the correct course of action?

'So if you want to have a kid. Have you ever thought about who with?' She asked with a nearly breathy voice. Her blue eyes stared at him as if he were the only other person in the world.

As if she'd been hanging everything on what his answer might be because-

Lithuania's eyes widened to the size of saucers. America had been asking if he wanted children. She'd been asking because, maybe, she'd wanted to have a child with him?

Was that something she would do?

He found himself nodding to an empty room. Yes, that did sound like America. But, she would have just come out and told him to have a child with her. Wouldn't she?

Except... everyone knew that he was infatuated with Belarus.

Of course. He hung his head in contemplation. What should he do?

It was the phone that decided for him. The tell-tale ringing echoed through his ears and cut his attention span to the quick. Lithuania placed a hand on the receiver and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Lithuania!" Russia's voice replied happily over the line.

Lithuania sighed, and tried not to hang up the phone.

"Yes?"

"It is good to speak with you. You are well?"

"Yes," he replied in a mild tone of voice.

"How is Belarus?" The larger nation asked, and his voice hitched for a moment in what could only be called slight fear.

Lithuania blinked. He had forgotten all about where Belarus was! He was supposed to keep tabs on her so that she could not sneak up on Mr. Russia.

"She's..." He stalled for time, "in good health."

"Ah," Russia responded, "good. Good. She has not attacked you today?"

Lithuania was struck by how odd it was that such a question had become common place. Belarus was still beautiful with her platinum gold hair and cold exterior that Lithuania was certain housed a sweet but passionate inner nature.

"No."

"Then you are making progress!" Russia's voice turned nearly sing-song for a moment.

Lithuania nodded absently, as he heard the soft footsteps approaching. Oh, Belarus. She hadn't chased after Mr. Russia today. Excellent. Now at least, he would not need to scramble to chase after her. Normally, he would dote upon her, but he found that he had no such urge today.

"Yes.. yes, I suppose that is."

"Do not worry so, comrade! Your heart knows what it wants."

Lithuania knew that Russia was hopeful that things would spark between Lithuania and Belarus so that she would stop breaking down doors to demand Russia marry her. Lithuania had been eager for such an arrangement as well, but today and after visiting with America.

He felt rather sad.

"Yes," Lithuania replied, not knowing what else to say. "The heart knows what it wants."

"These... are not terrible," Belarus said by way of a back-handed compliment.

Lithuania looked upward, and noticed that she was quietly eating one of the buns that America had made. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Belarus, but as he watched her, he noticed that he was thinking about a particular pair of bright blue eyes and a head of golden hair.

It occurred to him, as if he'd never looked at it before, that Belarus and America were quite similar. Though they had polar opposite personalities. He had held an affection for Belarus since childhood. Yet, it had never been returned. Not even to this day. He had to push with Belarus, where he only had to speak freely with America.

Both possessed blonde hair and blue eyes. They were both the physical age of 19, and when they smiled...

The rare instances where Belarus had smiled, it had been at Mr. Russia. But, part of him ached when it happened because-

Because it reminded him of America. Recently, since he had left her home... it reminded him of America. Of course. That is why he missed her so much. Somewhere along the way, he couldn't say when, seeing Belarus only reminded him of the blonde haired and blue eyed woman that was thousands of miles away.

The scent of the bacon bun wafted in his nose once more and sent a wave of nostalgia crashing through him.

The receiver fell from his hand and clattered to the floor. Instantly forgotten.

Lithuania stared in shock as the pieces of a puzzle seemed to fall into place. His decreasing infatuation with Belarus had started after he left America's house.

After...

Because he'd found a place where his affections could be returned, instead of rejected.

'Whenever I missed you. I would make them.' Her words echoed through his mind with the force of a gunshot blast.

Of course. The things America was shy about. He'd seen them when he'd lived with her. Yet, she'd always spend time with him. Even ignoring other nations in favor of talking with him. He had never understood before, but now it seemed to clear. She ignored the others because she felt affection for him.

For him.

Lithuania was grabbing his coat before he knew he was moving.

"Where are you going?" Belarus asked in an irritated voice. Her dark blue eyes watched as the country her brother favored over her all but slammed the door behind him.

Belarus heard the sounds of her big brother on the phone. She quickly reached for the forgotten receiver.

"Big brother."

"Oh!" The voice sounded deeply frightened and slightly wobbly. "Belarus. How are you?"

"When are you going to marry me?" She demanded with narrowed eyes.

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Every time she even got close to calling another nation, Lithuania's face would pop up in her thoughts and ruin any want she had to talk to someone else. She was irritated, sad, and a little mad at him, yet it was unfair to be mad at him. She couldn't force him to care about her and have a kid with her if he didn't want to.

Damn.

America sat at her kitchen table and stared out the window. She watched an robin nest happily, and spied the eggs underneath its wings.

Lucky bird.

She supposed it wasn't terrible that she hadn't made any progress. Yet, she still wanted a baby and England had come by with Sealand shortly after Lithuania left. She'd hoped to rub it in his face that she was going to have a kiddo of her own. However, now that seemed terribly unlikely. Not that it was a huge deal. She was America. She'd bounce back.

There was a knock on her door, and she sighed heavily.

Who was it now?

America checked her appearance, and she looked presentable. She walked toward the door without the normal pep in her step. America swung open the door to see the intense look in Lithuania's green eyes. She blinked in surprise.

"Uh... Hi. Dude?"

Lithuania drew himself up to his full height. "You were asking me, weren't you? That's what you meant by the question. You were asking me."

"Asking you what?" She asked, as she looked to the side in confusion.

He flushed a deep red, and America was reminded about how he had always been around her. Absolutely adorable. A kiddo between them would be freaking gorgeous.

"To give you a child." He said, with a slightly gruff voice.

America blushed at the declaration. She sputtered.

"Geez dude, yes, but you don't have to say it so damn loud!" She hissed, not realizing she was far louder than Lithuania could ever hope to be. She craned her head from side to side, checking to see who had overheard.

If Tony caught wind of this, he was going to take her to task for not discussing it with him first. However, he liked Lithuania, so she didn't think it would be a large problem-

Then he grabbed her, and America gave a very heroine-like squeak of surprise.

"What are y-?"

Her confused words were cut off by the pressure of his lips upon hers. America's eyes slid closed and she leaned into the kiss, half afraid this was all some sugar-induced day dream.

When he pulled back she blinked at him. Her blue eyes widened and she looked at the sheer determination on his face with a great deal of fondness.

"So...," she started vaguely, "is that a yes?"

Lithuania laughed softly, despite his own shock over his boldness.

"Yes. It is a yes,"

"Oh good!" America replied excitedly as she all but drug him back into her house. "Because I want to get started on making a kid."

Lithuania flushed.

"Like right now," she told him seriously, but the sparkle in her eyes distracted him.

"Oh," he responded for lack of anything else to say.

America winked at him.

"The bedroom is still upstairs," she hinted heavily.

"Oh!"

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"Did you hear?" Latvia said excitedly as Russia entered the next meeting, weeks later.

Lithuania had been missing for a little while. IF he did not turn up soon, Russia would have to go look for him.

"Hear what?" He responded curiously.

"Ms. America and Lithuania are having a baby!" The blonde nation cried out with joy plain on his face. Finally! Good news instead of bad.

Russia stared at the smaller nation in wide-eyed horror. Belarus had told him that Lithuania had left in the middle of their conversation, after he had told him the heart knew what it wanted. He had thought Lithuania needed some time to himself. However, if he was having a baby... with America...that meant there was no chance for Lithuania to get Belarus to court the soft spoken nation...

Which meant that she would never leave Russia alone...

What had he done?

His violet eyes landed on the exuberant loud-mouthed female nation as she held a protective hand over her stomach. A look of love was reflecting in her bright eyes as she smiled at Lithuania. Lithuania stood next to her, nearly glowing with pride.

Russia let out a long string of loud, violent, and oddly specific curses.