Do not own hetalia~ Sorry.

WARNING: Past and future Mpreg and yaoi.

Happy birthday Lisa~

Thank you for your continued support on my other story guys. Really, you guys are awesome.

It all started with England. England and France to be more exact and their love child.

"Name it Alfred Jr."

"No."

"Alfred the second."

"No….that's the same as naming it Alfred Jr."

"Shaquan."

'Why in God's name would I even consider-"

"Bonifa Arifa Shaquina Jackson."

"…..That is not a real name."

"How do you know?"

"Who would name there- …no...I am not arguing with you. I know that's what you want."

"Balthazar."

"You mean after the apostle?"

"The wizard."

"No."

"Lalaqueesha?"

"Every name you have suggested has been horrible."

A quiet giggle. "…I know."

Arthur sighed. "Alfred, please be serious."

Alfred hummed, tilting his head back in thought. "We should just get a baby book."

Arthur nodded. "Splendid idea. I have one in the bookshelf."

Alfred yawned and got up from the couch stretching. "Alright, " he walked over to the old sturdy bookshelf. He could remember when he had to ask the elder man to get books off the top shelf now he was the one being asked to get the books. The thought made him chuckle. He frowned as he found the book. "Why….do you have a book of baby names?"

The smaller blonde sighed setting down his tea on the table. "I bought it a couple days ago when I had my suspicions."

"Why," Alfred plopped down on the couch and placed his feet on the table. Arthur grumbled before pushing them off. "have you not told Francis yet?"

The elder sighed. "You think I don't want to? I am terribly frightened."

Alfred frowned. " But why?"

The man sighed again. But it wasn't just any sigh. Alfred knew this sigh. It was the sigh the man used when Alfred wasn't getting it. The man would sigh to muster up the patience he needed to try and explain something to the boy.

"Alfred, you know the stories."

"Yeah, but it's Francis-"

"It doesn't matter." Arthur said, quite harshly.

Alfred frowned again. "It should."

The former pirate could not help but smile. He stood and took a seat next to his former colony. Smiling, he patted his knee. "Always the optimist."

"If you ain't-"

"Aren't." The elder blonde corrected.

"If you 'aren't' supposed to tell anyone then why did you tell me?"

Arthur sighed, looking into Alfred's cerulean eyes a moment. The man looked thoughtful as he smiled. "I haven't a clue."

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Time went on. Arthur told Francis the news with Alfred at his side. Like the American predicted Francis was happy. The three were happy. Francis and Arthur were happy to have a child and Alfred was happy to have his 'brother from another mother' ("Alfred I swear to God, if you call the child that when he gets here you won't be allowed near him!" "Artie ,that's not fair! Don't hate the player; hate the game!" ) . As time went on Francis had broke down and told Matthew. Arthur was furious. Not that he did not trust Matthew just the if the less people knew the better. Being a country and having a child was dangerous business. If anyone found out the child would be in danger. Matthew of course was overjoyed and swore he would never let the secret slip. That seemed enough to calm Arthur and before the they knew it the small island was close the end of his pregnancy. The two brother's found themselves covering for the two expecting parents. Canada covering for France and America for England. Needless to say it was a terrible idea from the start.

Germany sighed. "So France is not here because…"

"Urgent business in Pairs." Canada finished.

Germany nodded writing something down. "And England is absent due to…"

"Explosive diarrhea." America finished.

Germany halted in his writing to close his eyes and nod slowly. "I would have preferred you not to tell me that."

Canada took the moment to kick his brother underneath the table and give him a stern look. Alfred could not stop his giggles. The others look at the brothers in mild interest. Whatever the real reason was that England was absent they didn't care. The only one who even seemed put off by not getting a sensible explanation was the Russian. The tall man frowned at the two brothers earning a finger from the American. The Russian rolled his eyes at the childish act and Alfred smiled. If anything would get the Russian's mind off the whereabouts of the two countries it was the American. Alfred knew he could make him mad enough to forget. The American snickered at the sour look on the Russians' face. That earned him another kick from his brother. Alfred sighed and sat back in his seat.

The day seemed to go by even slower than normal. Every country seemed to want to just go home so much so Germany let everyone leave a five minutes early. Alfred was thrilled. He jumped up from his seat and shouted,"Way to let your hair down, big guy."

Germany rolled his eyes. Such outbreaks were expected from the American. "Just tell England to get better."

"Ve~ Poor England. He seems to be getting more sick."

"Yeah.," Prussia butted in. "Last weak he had small pox." The Prussian laughed patting the American's shoulder.

"Well England's real reason is always so boring." The American commented with a roll of his eyes.

"And what would the real reason be?" The Russian asked casually.

Matthew stilled and silently glared at his brother. Alfred just shrugged calmly. "Don't know. I wasn't really paying attention."

That was an acceptable answer from the American. He used it all the time because it was mostly true. Canada visibly relaxed. Russia however was not done yet.

"Oh Amerika, I think that is not a reasonable answer."

Alfred rolled his eyes, but smiled. "But Russia, that's the only one I have."

"Maybe you should be more creative with your lies."

Eyes narrowed and Alfred spoke. "I ain't lying.'"

"Amerika, you cannot fool me." It sounded more like a challenge than a statement.

Canada tugged his brother's arm. "Let's go before you two start fighting."

America allowed his brother to drag him out of the room. Alfred turned giving the Russian one last glare before leaving. Matthew was the first to speak once they were out of sight.

"You need to be more careful, Alfie."

"I know I know. I am sorry Mattie."

"Well it's just a good things the world's used to you being a dolt." He smiled at his brother's frown. "It's true though. If the world wasn't use to you not paying attention and goofing off they would be asking for a real explanation."

"I hope he gives birth soon. We can't keep making excuses. No matter how dumb."

"True." he sighed. "Did you see the way Germany looked at me when I used the Paris excuse again?"

"Germany? Did you not see the hulking Russian that was stickin' that huge honker he calls his nose all up in our business!"

"Well he had a point Alfred. Two countries have been absent for quite some time. It's very suspicious."

Alfred seemed to sulk. "Don't stick up for him."

Matthew chuckled. "I am doing on such thing. Now come on. I know what will make everyone happy. Put your scarf on."

The American did as he was told and followed his brother out into the cold.

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"Ya know, this was a good idea, but how is it being subtle?" Alfred asked holding up a little blue sweater.

Canada smiled. "Well, think of it this way: no one shops at Ten at night for baby clothing. As a matter of fact everyone either goes to the bar after a meeting or to bed." he shrugged and held up a green version of the sweater. "This one?"

Alfred took it and looked at it. "Does look like a color Artie would like." he shrugged. "Get it. I think he will like it. I already ordered some clothes."

"Ordered?"

"Yep!"

"I am only fear for the child. Alright Alfred, what kind of clothes did you order?"

"Shirts with superheroes!"

"Of course."

Alfred giggled. "Oh don't look so depressed. I got him a Canadian one too!"

"You did?"

"Yep. I saw a little red hockey jersey and could not help myself."

Canada rolled his eyes. "Always a compulsive shopper."

"Like you aren't?"

"I'm not!"

"Who needs a beaver salt and pepper shaker?"

"I do!" The Canadian swatted his brother while giggling. "You have no room to talk with your slippers."

"Everyone should have at least one pair of over sized bunny slippers! They are so warm." The American swatted back. "I will get the blue sweater and you can get the green one."

"Alright let's go look at shoes next."

"Oh God yes! Tiny shoes!"

The two made their way back to the hotel by Twelve at night with two shopping bags in hand each.

"Night, Alfred."

"Night, Mattie. See ya in the morning."

The American yawned as he dug in his pocket for his key-card.

"I see you finally made your way back."

Alfred jumped before turning to glare at the man approaching him . "Damn' it Russia! You shouldn't hide in the shadows like that. It's creepy."

"I was not hiding in the shadows. I was leaning against the back to what we were speaking about earlier."

"Oh my God! You are so annoying sometimes. I told you; I wasn't paying attention"

The Russian glared. "Of course you weren't and how convenient for him."

The American sighed and swiped his card. "You sound like the parents from Charlie Brown."

Russia frowned. "I do not follow."

"Well, every time they talk all you here is this nasally sound that goes mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa~" The blonde giggled before walking into his room and shutting the door. "ha! That was funny. I'm funny."

"You are no such thing."

"Shut up!"

"Nyet, let me in."

"No."

"Da."

"No."

"Da!"

"No!"

"Da!"

"NO!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"Then let me in!"

"Hey! No fair you pulled a Bugs Bunny!"

The argument ended with the Russian standing outside the door and never getting a straight answer. When Russia was finally going to voice his concern about the missing countries at the next meeting the two magically appeared. Both looked a little worn, but other than that completely fine. Weeks passed and the world was back to normal so the Russian had no choice, but to let his suspicions about the two absent countries go for the time being.

The only visible difference now was that France and England never looked more in love. The other countries would never suspect that the small male had recently gave birth and to triplets. Needless to say the American's gift of an abundance of superhero clothing was much needed, but only until they bought different clothing; which would be very soon. Francis had to made it a promise after he saw how many Captain America shirts his children had accumulated. Alfred of course suggested Iron Man ones instead.

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The couple were now the proud parents of the three most beautiful little blondes: Isabel, Antoinette and Penelope. The girls were a lot of work, but having two on call baby sitters made it easier. Alfred of course was their favorite uncle and over the years the girls believed him when he said he was a superhero and fought crime at night. England thought it harmless until three girls came running in his room at four in the morning claiming a monster was in the closet and that Uncle Alfred was the only one that could stop it. That morning he told the girls Alfred was not a superhero. The girls chose not to believe him.

Yes, Alfred and Matthew were fantastic with kids and life seemed to be sweet. After four years of giggles and huge birthday parties things started to roll down hill. Turns out having three kids makes you get behind on work and when you are a country getting behind on work is dangerous so England went to Alfred as he usually did. They needed one month. One month without the girls and they would both be caught up and as usual Alfred could never say no to them. So Alfred now had three kids to take of for one month. He could do it. He knew he could. And that is when it all started; with England and France's love child and Alfred thinking he could be a parent for a month.

Even if I do not get reviews I am continuing it for Lisa. But reviews would be much loved. Thank you for reading and be safe guys.

Night night.