Aki: I am terrible... I'm starting something, when my other 2 APH fics aren't even done. Oh writer's block, I need to get England to curse you~! Anyway, here's this new thing. I couldn't help it. Once I finished this, I had to put it here. Please don't get angry with me~ TT^TT
Umm... FemAmerica, once again. I just like writing America as a chick for some reason.
Russia was staring at her again.
America tried to shrug it off, but she could feel the eyes on her back. Or more specifically, on her lower back. It made her feel weird, with goose bumps popping up on her skin where he looked. If he didn't stop making her feel weird and paranoid, she didn't know what she would do. What made it worse was that they were in her brownstone located in NYC. He had been sneaking into all her various properties for the past decade or so, and while she was freaked out at first, she soon grew used to it, because no matter how many times she changed the locks, or went somewhere else, he somehow always got back in. And he would sometimes make bacon and eggs for her, one of her favorite breakfast foods. But she would just throw it back up, lately. 'Maybe I have the stomach flu.' She thought idly as she made her way to the living room where both Russia and Tony were sitting.
And he had brought her back to said locations whenever she got drunk at the after-meeting after-parties that were almost always thrown whenever they were in the mood, which for the majority of the time was after almost every meeting.
They had just had such a party two weeks ago, and he was still there. Not that she was really complaining anymore. It was just that he never stayed more than a night or two. And it was starting to make her nervous, for some odd reason.
"Amerika…" He called as he watched her climb a step latter to reach her copy of The Exorcist. For some reason, when she told people she liked to read, they laughed and said in a sarcastic tone, "Sure you do America…" Pompous assholes.
"Yeah?" she answered as her hand gripped the book.
"Have you had your period lately?"
She choked on spit, and stumbled on the step latter for a second, before she felt large hands settle themselves around her waist to steady her.
"E-excuse me?" she squeaked looking at him. 'Damn he's fast.' she thought looking at him. With her on the second step ladder rung, and him standing up and next to her, she could almost look him in the eye. Damn her for walking around in her socks.
Not seeing anything wrong with the question, he asked again, "Have you had your period lately?"
She was blushing now, she had to be, she just knew she was, she was as red as the tomatoes that Romano, Feliciano and Spain bragged about. "W-what's it to you?"
He looked confused. "Can you not tell?"
Now she was confused. "Tell what?" she asked slowly.
He sighed and said something in Russian that was too low for her to catch. Then he smiled at her. "Surely you are not this stupid, da, Amerika? I'm sure even your little alien friend picked up on it." He turned to look at Tony, who was messing around on the downstairs computer. "You have noticed da?"
Tony glanced away from the screen to look at the two of them. He looked from him to her, and then briefly looked at her stomach before nodding. 'The hell?'
"What?" she noticed his hands were still around her waist. She started to twist in his grip. "Leggo of me."
"But what if you fall again and hurt the baby. It would be bad, da?" he asked not moving his hands. She stilled, as if he said the magic word. …And he sort of did when that sentence slipped out of his mouth.
"B-baby?" she asked weakly. Blinking her large blue eyes, she pointed to herself, and then her stomach.
"You really did not know?" Russia asked with a frown. But America wasn't listening; because she was too busy watching the bookshelf in front of her try to become the ceiling.
Russia, of course, caught her easily. He knew it was a good idea to keep his hands on her. Honestly, the girl was so clumsy some…most of… well all of the time. But he wouldn't hold it against her, it was part of her charm, he supposed. It made him just want to take care of her, sort of, like a motherly instinct. Russia blinked. 'Did I compare myself to a Мать?' he thought. He shook the thought away, as he hefted America up a little higher in order to carry her better. He walked over to the couch and deposited her there before righting himself and heading for the front door. A small hand on the back of his coat stopped him momentarily. He looked down. It was America's little alien friend, who had stopped him. They looked at each other, before Russia said, "Do not worry, I will come back. But Amerika will be wanting proof da? I am going to get the pregnancy at home test for her."
Tony stared at him a second longer before going through the living room and into the kitchen. He came back out quickly with a piece of paper and a few dollars in his hand. He handed the items to Russia and went back into the living room. Russia heard the sounds of him shuffling around, before he returned to the computer, to continue whatever it is he was doing. He remembered America saying to just leave him alone, because he was pretty harmless, unless England was brought up.
Oh well, now was not the time for dilly-dallying. America could awaken at any second, and he needed to get everything ready.
Translation: Мать-Mother
Aki: I don't know why I wrote this, or why it turned out this way. It just did while I was working on chap. 10 of AMMAS. If you enjoyed it, hey great! If not, no one told you to read it in the first place. But whatever. If you want you can review, I kinda don't care. I'm too tired right now. Nighty-night, everyone.