The American Dream: oneshots

New Stars (M)

It's time to hit the climax of this mini-series. Enjoy~!

Also, warning: childbirth.

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Mexico nearly slipped off the icy road as he recklessly drove up to Russia's house. Of all the days to go into labor, why did America's babies had to come today? Shouldn't they come in two more weeks? Don't all babies come out by nine months even?!

"You own me big time Meri. Even tho I'm doing this willingly." Mexico muttered as he parked outside of Russia's house. He quickly exited the car, going straight to his back seat, and nearly threw all the supplies at Russia's door step-well...almost at the door itself. Quickly running up the porch, Mexico swore under his breath. "The things I do for her."

By the time Mexico had taken a step on the porch, Russia had already opened the door and grabbed the items Mexico threw. Without missing a beat, both males rushed upstairs to the master bedroom.

"Has it gotten worse since the call?"

"Нет. Did anyone follow you?"

"No. They'll just assume I'm checking on my kids. Wait," Mexico stopped at the foot of the stairs, Russia nearly bumping into him. Mexico barely turned around to say, "Where's Alaska?"

"She's upstairs. Now move! My babies are coming!" Russia pushed Mexico up toward the stairs, nearly trampling him. Mexico barely had time to recover when Russia was already halfway up the stairs. Pangea, these two own him big time.

Mexico had just arrived at the master bedroom door when he heard screaming and cursing. He was pretty sure it was America saying all that in French and he was sure it was because she didn't want Alaska to understand her. But there was one thing Mexico did understand from all her ranting: Russia might not be getting some action for some time.

"Mexico!!! I know you're there!!!! Get your ass in here!!!!!!!" Oh boy. Time to go in. Mexico quickly got in and could feel the air become tense. And the scene really did show it. America was laying in bed, sweating intensely and angrily, Russia was freaking out like Mexico had never seen before (even when arguing with his own father), and Alaska was holding a bowl of water and a kitchen towel, the ten-year almost unsure what to do.

What the hell did he get himself in-?

"Mexico!!! Get your butt in gear and help me!!!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" He didn't need to be told twice. Quickly walking over to the foot of the bed, Mexico set up the supplies he needed. However, he was still unsure of what to do. After all, he didn't have the best medical knowledge in the world. It wasn't horrible but it wasn't at Switzerland's level. Speaking of which...

"Why didn't you call Switzerland for this? Shouldn't she be helping you with...this?!"

"That blabbermouth is neutral and will tell UN about this! I'm not-argh!" America groaned as she lunged forward a bit. Panicking a bit, Russia started comforting her which only made America snap even more. Pretty sure Russia was signing his death wish. Of course, she would not want Switzerland to help her. Her paranoid butt just couldn't accept help. And of course, she didn't tell UN about the babies yet.

"So I take it that UN knows nothing about the babies?"

"We were going to tell him today. However-"

"The babies wanted to come today! So shut up and help!" America screamed one more time. Mexico knew he didn't have much choice (because...you know...he put himself in this mess) and he didn't have much time. So he got straight to work. He rolled his sleeves up and ushered Alaska to keep wiping away sweat and to get ready to write the time. He pulled the bedsheets up to America's knees and nearly fainted. Why? Well...