Blood and Tears

Being Pregnant

Heh, heh... so about that authors block... ITS GONE DUDES! I BRING YOU THE LONG AWAITED CHAPPIE! So like, happy Canada Day (and fourth of July for you Americans XP), happy Thanksgiving, and HALLOWEEN! I have missed so many holidays. So a few things to tell you dudes...

First! This is going to be the second last chapter (maybe third if I decide to make an epilogue...) because I would love to get a request done and start another story.

Second! So sorry I haven't updated since April, I feel horrible, and you guys can tell me how awful I am for making you wait for my PruCan child (so excited!), or children. (If you want, you guys can tell me what you would like the child[ren] to be.I have a pretty good idea, but I want to know what you dudes think)

Third! Why is there no good RoChu dragon au! stuff? Seriously, I've been looking everywhere for it. (As you can see, my eyes have been glued to RoChu a bit... whoops)

Alright! Rant over! Enjoy your Chappie!

************************************~

2 months later~

August 28th~

Gilbert POV~

I stepped back from the stovetop and plated some wurst for myself and some eggs for Birdie. Now, when I say 'some eggs', I mean the whole damn carton cooked in five different ways covered in peanut butter. I looked at Birdie's plate. "Are jou sure zhis is healthy Birdie?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, but can I have them now?" He gave me puppy eyes. "Please?" I sighed and handed over the plate which he dug into. After a few mouthfuls he paused. Then swallowed slowly. His face was twisted strangely.

"Birdie?" He looked up a little at me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead a whole heap of drool came out. It landed on the table with a big splat. He stared at it as more drool leaked from his lips. I began to panic. "Birdie?!" I got up and he doubled over, his body tense. Then, "I-I think I'm gunna puke..." I picked him up and ran to the bathroom and set him down just in time. I held his hair back as he clung to the seat, heaving his stomach's contence into the toilet.

He spit and I got a glass of water for him. "I hate morning sickness... Why can't I eat my eggs in peace?!" I patted his back as he washed out his mouth. After that, he didn't touch breakfast and went straight to the couch. I stood in the doorway and watched him watch tv. I smiled and walked down to the nursery. It still didn't feel real. I've kept telling myself that it is, and I'm acutally going to be a Vati. Old Fritz'd be proud. I smiled as I walked through the doorway and sat on the carpet floor.

Leave it to Birdie to put down carpet instead of wood. It is soft though... I smiled, then whistled. Frantic chirps filled the house and Birdie laughed from the living room. "Gil! Stop torturing him!" A tiny weight was added onto my head and the chirps grew less frantic. "Hallo Gilbird. Vhere vere jou?" A chirp. I got up off the floor and walked back into the living room and slipped onto the couch behind Birdie. "He was asleep you know, that wasn't nice. He didn't know where you were." I chuckled and kissed his neck.

"Ja, I know. But it vas funny. Hey, vhere's zhe bear?" Birdie shrugged and just then it barreled into the room and jumped on the couch with us. "Move over hog! I wanna sit here to!" I wrapped my arms around Birdie and stuck my tongue out at him. "No, go sit in zhe chair. I'm here vith Birdie." He elbowed me in the ribs and curled Kumajiro in his arms. It pawed at his stomach then turned to him. "You're getting fat." I swear I've never seen that bear run so fast. But then again, I think I did the same thing a few months ago.

2 more months later~

October 29th~

"-And China says 'It's nice that you're having a baby' and then Russia creeps up and drags him away talking about a baby, and you wanna know the worst part?!" I watched as Birdie walked a trench in the carpet, listening to his rambling. "They're not noticing me for my free healthcare, or my marrige equality, or my resorces! No!" He stopped and faced the mirror, putting his hands on the more than noticable bulge of his stomach. "It's because I'm fat!" I began to laugh. "Birdie, zhere is nosing vrong vith jou."

He turned to face me. "I BLAME YOU!" Shit. I put my hands up. "Hey, hey, hey. Vhat did I do?" He stormed over to the couch and shoved an accusing finger in my face. "You made me fat!" I saw the beginings of tears in his eyes. "You made me fat, and I'm going to get even fatter, and you won't love me anymore, and you're going to leave me, and I'll be all alone, and-" I hushed his lips with a kiss. Cliche, I know, but he calmed down.

I pulled his body onto my lap and pulled our forheads together. "Mattie, nosing on zhis earth could make me leave you, ja?" I gripped his hands and put our hands on his stomach. "Vhat's under our hands?" He sniffled a bit. "A baby." I shook my head. "Nein. Your baby. My baby. Our baby." I pulled him into my arms as he began to cry.

It was times like this that I had to be gentle with him. His mind would run wild and he would become hystarical. Adding hormones into the mix didn't make things any better. I kissed the top of his head gently, breathing in the gentle scent of his hair. "Silly Birdie," I chuckled. "How could I ever leave jou? Vho else vould make zhe awesome me pancakes?" He began to giggle between sobs. I pampered him with kisses until we fell asleep on the couch. The bed was just too far away.

3 months later~

January 30th~

I sat amused as Matthew waddled back and forth through our room and the nursery, making sure that everything was absolutely perfect. He was 7 months along and very swollen. Russia, much to my displeasure, had given him some large sweaters and pants to wear, as he outgrew all of his. I had offered to give him mine, but they also didn't fit. I watched as he came and sat on the couch with me and fell over a bit.

"Tired Birdie?" I chuckled. He nodded his head and put his hands on his stomach. I leaned over on him and put my hands over his, kissing his neck. He giggled and I felt nudges from beneath the skin. It was quiet as we sat there, feeling the tiny infant move inside of him, growing bigger every day. "Gil?" I hummed into his shoulder, turning my head to gaze into his eyes. "I-I know it's stupid to ask, but-"

I kissed his cheek gently. "Everysing jou say is anysing but stupid Birdie." He huffed. "Are you going to let me finish?" His face flushed red and I gave a small chuckle, but was silent so he would continue. "I was wondering who they were going to be like." He turned his eyes to his stomach once more. "Vell, if zhey're anysing like jou, zhey'll be perfect." I said, smiling cockily. "And if they're like you?" I winced slightly. "Zhen ve're going to have our hands full Birdie."

His body shook with laughter, the sweet sound filling the house. "Nein, I'm serious. If zhey're like me, Old Fritz'd roll in his grave! Ve can't have zhat! He vas so nice to me." I meant to be serious, but I was smiling. I wonder what Ol' Fritz'd think of me now? "Gil, what if they turn out like Al?" I laughed loudly. "I sink ve can deal vith zhat. But jou know Birdie, I sink I'd be happy any vay zhey turn out." He hummed his content and curled into my side, eyes fluttering shut. His breathing slowed as he fell into a quiet sleep. I rolled around and embraced him, closing my eyes. I think Fritz'd be happy.