Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Family

Arthur came home from work to a seemingly empty house. Ever since Francis’ visit a few months before, Arthur returned to his responsibilities, hoping to get the Frenchman off his back. As he walked through the flat, a whimper sounded from the bedroom he shared with Elizabeth. Rushing inside, Arthur saw his very pregnant wife curled into a ball, silent tears streaming down her face.

“Elizabeth!” Arthur cried out, dropping his briefcase and rushing to her side. "Lizzie, what's wrong? Is it the baby? Is she coming?" Arthur actually had no idea if the baby was a girl, he just took to calling it "her".

"No," Elizabeth hissed out in pain. "She's just stretching."

Arthur shook his head, knowing better, and picked her up despite her weak protests. He carried Elizabeth down to his car and set her in the backseat. He jogged around to the front, pulling out his cell phone and dialling a certain American.

It was pure, dumb luck that Alfred F. Jones had decided to purchase a vacation estate in London a mere month prior. And despite his apparent airheadedness at times, Alfred was the only person Arthur could trust with the current situation.

"Yo, dude, what's up?" Alfred answered his phone.

Arthur sighed. "I'm coming over now. It's an emergency. Elizabeth's in labour." He silently thanked himself for introducing Alfred to Elizabeth when Alfred moved into the city.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Why are you bringing her to my place? Isn't that what hospitals are for?"

"You know bloody well I can't take her to a hospital! The child's half country, you twit! They wouldn't have a bloody idea what to do!"

"Alright! You can stop cursing at me in British!" Arthur thought he heard Alfred pause and take a deep breath. "I might have something that'll work. Bring her over."

"That was the plan." Arthur sighed before hanging up.

Alfred's estate was on the outskirts of London, clear across the city. Arthur made it in record time, not having been stopped by a constable because of his government plates. Alfred was waiting for the couple and ran to open Elizabeth's door as soon as the car came to a stop. The super strong country lifted the young woman with ease and carried her into his house, Arthur trailing behind.

Alfred went straight for a room on the second floor. The first thing Arthur noticed was how clean the room was. Next, he realised, was that the room looked like a replica of some kind of surgical room.

Alfred was blushing crimson. "I know how weird this seems. I promise I can explain."

"Please," Arthur sighed. "I could do without knowing about the kinky horror stuff you do-"

Suddenly, Elizabeth cried out. "It's coming!"

Both men jumped into action. Arthur made sure Elizabeth was as comfortable as she could possibly be and held her hand while Alfred grabbed all the supplies he thought he might need.

"You do know what you're doing, don't you?" Arthur asked.

"No, sorry if I've never had to play the role of a midwife before! What, did you think I deliver babies all the time or something?" Alfred protested, pulling on a pair of elbow length latex gloves.

Arthur followed his example. "No, I just thought- never mind. There are more pressing matters at the moment!"

Elizabeth moaned in pain, squeezing Arthur's hand tighter and tighter. Arthur could feel his wedding ring digging painfully into his skin. Damn, that woman is strong, Arthur thought.

"Her contractions are getting more frequent. That means something, right?" Alfred called out.

"How dilated is she?" Arthur asked.

"What?"

"Hold your fingers up to her...you know...and see how wide it is."

"Uh...four fingers."

"Yeah, it's time," Arthur sighed. "Elizabeth. You need to push, love."

Elizabeth cried out, sweat dripping down her face from exertion. "You owe me big time for this," she growled at Arthur.

"I'll give you messages all you want for a month, I just need you to push!"

Finally, after much coaxing on Arthur's part, the baby started to come.

"I can see the head," Alfred announced.

"Don't just stand there, grab a blanket or something to swaddle it!"

Alfred grabbed a white towel from behind him and held it out like a catchers mitt. Elizabeth pushed, Arthur helped by pressing down on her abdomen, and Alfred used the towel to clean off the baby as soon as it came out. He transferred the newborn to a fluffy, white blanket and handed the baby to it's father.

"How- how is she?" Elizabeth asked, pushing herself into a sitting position.

"Not she," Alfred smiled from the corner of the room. "He."

Arthur smiled down at the bundle in his arms, his son. "My baby boy."

"Daniel James Kirkland."

(Yes, the long awaited next installment of the story. You might have noticed that I changed the title and the cover. Do you guys like it? Don't know when the next part will be done. I do know that we'll get to meet the rest of the Allies. Or what's left of them... *maniacal laughter*

Anyway, hope everyone's having a good summer. Remember: stay in drugs, don't do vegetables, and always eat your school.

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