You can completely blame this on a four hour rp with two of my rp friends, but God damn did they give me a plot bunny that just won't stop hopping around in my head and eating my brain lettuse! Plus seeing the two drawings that nashi, one of my favorite Hetalia artist, drew recently gave me the good swift kick in the pants to write this out.

Summery: 'I never regret having him, but it hasn't been easy.' Ivan and Ludwig have a long relationship but when Ludwig becomes pregnant, things become troublesome for them, especially since they're still teens in high school. What are they to do?

Pairings: RussiaxGermany (main), FrancexEnglandxPrussia (minor), other pairings will appear

Warning: yaoi, mpreg, sex, birth scene (I don't know on this), angst, cussing, OOC moments (this is an AU fanfic, actually, just a fanfic in general, I don't know why I need a warning), OCs, stuff like that

I own nothing, the story is mine but the plot was given life by me and my friends. I also own Nicholas Ivanovich Braginski.

NOTE! This is AU, in this universe some men are able to have children, it's not a truly common thing but it's well known so people are aware of it. It's my only explonation for this, you can take it or leave it.

On with the fic!

We Can Do This

Chapter One: Childhood Meeting

I never regret having him, but it hasn't been easy.

I love my little Nicholas, my beautiful baby boy who looks so much like his father, but I may have had him too early in life, I may have made some choices that weren't right, but do I hate myself, Ivan or Nicholas? No, no I don't.

What am I talking about? I'm talking about how my son came into this world, how I was young and stupid that night he was made, how I reacted and my choices.

Let's start from the beginning, when I first met Ivan, how we became friends who became lovers.

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I had known Ivan Braginski since I was six years old. He had moved in next door from Russia with his two sisters and when I first saw him I was captivated. He was taller then me, with large violet eyes and a rather big nose that looked kind of cute. He was a bit chubby, but that fit him perfectly, and around his neck was a very long, pink scarf that trailed on the ground behind him.

He spotted me when he came out of the house and ran over to me, hugging me tightly. He spoke Russian to me, I said hello in English and he giggled. His first English words to me were words that would stick with me for all time:

"You reminds me of sunflowers, I like sunflowers and I like you."

I remember my whole face burning red and then he hugged me, laughing as he did. We became friends at that moment, he told me about himself, about his life in Russia and his family. His father was big and scary, his older sister was the sweetest person in the universe, his little sister was just bat shit crazy.

But Ivan, oh Ivan was perfect. He was strange but he was so cute, so nice. I wanted to know everything about him, I wanted to be his best friend and the only person he wanted to be friends with.

He was in my first grade class, he sat right next to me. I remember Ivan talking to me through most of class, even when the teacher told him not to talk. He wanted to know everything about me, he kept calling me 'sunflower'. He even drew me a picture during art, it was a sunflower in the snow.

"You make the sun show in the coldest of snow storms!" He said, smiling the whole time. Personally, it was corny, but it was really sweet. I never thought much of his actions at this age, I just thought he was... different, you know, because he was from a far away nation and not use to living in America, like I had been when I had moved to the states two years earlier.

Ivan made people uncomfortable during his first few days at school. He was taller and the way he acted made people nervous. Ivan loved to smile and wanted everyone to be his friend, to be one with him. I had to tell him that it wasn't really a good idea. His actions with me also didn't help him.

He got picked on during recess a lot, starting when he had me sit on his lap on the swings. A bunch of the older kids picked on him, saying that kids in America don't so that, that he was weird. Ivan had ran away from the name calling and I went after him, finding him hiding behind a tree and covering his face in his scarf. The Russian hadn't been crying but he look depressed.

I told him to not let what they said get to him and that maybe he should lighten up on his actions, not everyone could handle them like I can. He just nodded but looked sad. "Did they hurt you that much?" I asked him.

"Nyet... it's just... if I try not to let them get to me, I might hurt them. I got in trouble a lot at my old school by hurting people."

At the time, I didn't know what he meant. But a few days later, I was the one that was being picked on, for being friends with Ivan.

Well... Ivan heard what the other kids were saying and when I saw how he reacted, I understood what he had said. He was changing something that sounded like 'kolkolkolkol' before he came charging at the kids and started to attack them. Ivan got a huge warning from the school and a phone call, but he was smiling.

"I defended your honor. I'm your knight and you are my princess, da~?" Was what he said to me when I had asked him later about what had happened. I blushed and told him not to say such embarrassing things, he just smiled and laughed.

Our friendship was good after that, though Bruder, Gilbert, he wasn't exactly thrilled with my best friend being a Russian with emotion issues and possibly being a bit insane. Heck, in return, Ivan didn't like Gilbert in return, I don't remember what caused them to truly hate each other, but I do know that they still can't stand each other, even though they don't remember as well.

But let us move on. Ivan and I have been friends since we were six, always spending any time we got with each other doing something that interested us both. However, when I was eleven, my family, meaning my grandfather Germania, Bruder, and I, had to move due to a promotion Grandpa got.

When I told Ivan he broke down and cried, begging me not to leave him to stay with him forever and ever and to live with him. He kept saying he could not live without me, I told him I would keep in contact with him, we'd write to each other. That cheered him up a little, but only a little, he wore a mask.

I still remember the morning we moved, looking out the back window and seeing him standing in the front yard, having been up since the crack of dawn. He was waving at me, but he wasn't smiling. He looked so... heartbroken, like his heart and joy for life were just... gone.

I wouldn't see Ivan again for three years, and that's when things changed for me.

TBC

Intro chapter is a bit short, don't you think? Well, I wanted it to be that way, next chapter will be longer and have more character interaction. Yes, the story is told through Ludwig's POV but I think I may have moments where it isn't seen through his eyes, but that MIGHT be through Ivan and/or Gilbert's.

Next chapter: Ivan and Ludwig meet up again during high school and the story gets more complicated.

Hm, if you think I need to fix anything up, tell me, this is a first for me (well, not the pairing or mpreg, just the way the plot is written).

Please review~