Little Baby Mine

Part one

A lone form walks around the small island with a few soft pants, it was snowing slightly but that was to be expected from an island in the cold dark north.

The form, turns out to be a male but not just any male.... heck this man is not even human. Meet the personification of the nation of Norway.

Lukas groans softly and moves to hide in the tree line as a harsh contraction rips through his body. "Please little one.... hold on, just a moment longer." He begs softly struggling to at least make it to some place warmer to give birth to his baby.

If it wasn't for the stupid Dane getting drunk, he wouldn't be in this mess right now!

He shivers as he thinks about the other three nations. He knows he just can not leave his newborn to die cold, hungry, and alone on an island.

"Please baby... please hold on..." He lets out a quiet whimper and enters a small underground den seemingly used by a bear in winters past. No sign of it now though.

"Crap... hard ground it is. You are so impatient, you know that, darling?" He says panting heavily, as he pushes up the dress like tunic he is wearing. It was the only way to make his people leave him be about being pregnant.

Oh dear god, the pain was unbearable... his body deciding to push the infant out on its own. He has a new found respect for woman who are pregnant now. He is pretty sure he screams loud enough for Mathias to hear him even from here.

Hours later, a tiny but loud wail echos in the cave, Lukas starts awake trying to get a glimpse of the baby that he spent two whole days trying to have.

His blue eyes soften and he scoops up the little newborn boy into his arms. "Hej, there my Little one. Now! what to call you?" He asks softly, gently guiding the little baby to feed.

He smiles exhaustedly, one finger stroking the quieted child's cheek gently.

"How about I call you Iśland?" He whispers softly as the baby looks up at him with the deepest shade of purple eyes he has ever seen.

"But I shall call you Emil, for now. How does that sound."
Norway murmurs softly smiling as the baby lets out a huge little yawn. He covers him in the furs he had brought to keep him warm. "Little Baby Mine." He murmurs gazing at his small newborn who is struggling against sleep.

"No scorching sun or freezing cold shall stop me on my journey... if you would offer me you heart and love me for eternity." He sings softly cuddling his sleepy baby. He continues to softly hum along to the Viking song that Denmark had sung to him when he had first asked him out.

He smiles at the sight of his tiny child taking a nap and closes his eyes for a nap himself. He will worry about the other Nordics reactions to a baby in the morning.