A Belarusian-American Blessing (Alfred/America x Natalya/Belarus)

Chapter One

A/N: Don't get me wrong!! I'm still working on my Attack on Titan fanfictions. But I just started watching "Hetalia" and I love it!!!! Though GerIta is my personal OTP, I originally wrote this AmeBel fanfiction for my dear friend, Erenjaegerdatitan (you may know her through her amazing Ereannie story, "Blank Thoughts,"). Here's to her and our friendship!!

Natalya's POV

No matter how much I cry, my navy-colored eyes could never be able to take their eyes off that bright-pink cross. Though the convenience store bathroom stunk of my urine, I felt as if that nose had fallen off. I didn't care about whether I could smell the pee and poo of thousands of amierykancy. Actually, I cared for nothing in this world. I didn't care of my disheveled, platinum locks that I spent the morning brushing out. I don't care for the streaky stains that leached my heart-shaped face and blurred my eyes. I didn't care that I was doing something rare. That I was... crying. I don't cry.

I wipe the tears off my face, straighten my silver coat, pat my hair down, and walk over to the trash can to toss that unholy test in the trash. That's right. It doesn't matter what that test tells me. It doesn't matter that my mind became a whirlwind of life changes. It doesn't matter that I was taking in all of these options to ease my mind. That unholy test goes in that trash. That unholy....test....goes... into... the... trash. It....it....it.... It remains wrapped in layers of a paper towel within my pocket.

I storm out of the 7-Eleven restroom and practically run out of the place. Great, the tears have come again. Why am I crying in the first place?!! Alfred and I have wanted a baby. But we had a plan. We had a plan to wait five more years. As one can tell, it had been a little too early. What is Alfred gonna say? Oh well, I'll wait for his anger once he comes home from work.

Damn it!! Work!! He is still working as a waiter in that restaurant!! How is that type of pay going to help raise a baby? My brain slapped against my skull as I walked home. As I stepped into the apartment complex, I couldn't help cry even more as I unlocked the key to our apartment. Regardless, I came up with a plan. As soon as I walked in, I put my plan into action. I sat down upon the couch and downed a glass of milk, ignoring the kvass calling out to me. It wasn't good for me. It wasn't good for my baby.

My... what? I didn't even know if I wanted it or not? But I did know. I did know that I wanted the kid. But Alfred? Oh, screw him!! I could raise this kid on my own if I wanted to!! Yes, I could!! We won't need him!! What am I doing? Why am I making assumptions when I haven't even told him yet?

Just wait for it. Wait for him. I cannot remember how many glasses of milk I drank before he finally came home. 

"Naty, I'm home," he called out, his boyish voice like nectar to my ears.

"As am I," I reply, my thick accent coating my English, "How was work?"

"Interesting," he replied as he plopped down next to me, "Boy, I was all for Feliciano and Ludwig getting together, but I can live without the sudden make-out sessions."

I giggle as he imitates the two lovers. He seems so happy-go-lucky, so childish, so unready, but I can't hide him from this forever. Even if I don't tell him, he will find out eventually.

"Either way," he says, "How was your day?"

I gulp as my knuckles whiten. This is it, Natalya. It is time.

"Uh, Majo kachannie, I have something to tell you," I say, my heart rate speeding up.

He smiled at stroked my hair. Just the way I like it.

"What's up?"

"Ummm, you know, at Honda's party? How we, uhhh, ayyy, uhhh-"

I stare at him as his once-smiling face contorts into confusion. Eyebrows all raised, nose scrunched up, and chin pulled in. I cannot help but make gestures with my hands as it finally dawns on him. Not the full realization, but the memory of what we had done.

"Ummm, yeah?" Alfred was still confused, "But that was three months ago. Why?"

"Well-I-um-oh!" I place my hands upon my face and burst into tears.

As Al places his hands upon my back and consoles me.

"Hey, it's okay, you know," Alfred says, "You can talk to me, Nat."

Can I? Really? I wipe the tears away from my face and stare into his sky-blue eyes, shivering as he stares back at me. I open my mouth into a perfect O, awaiting for the right words to come. Yet nothing comes out of my mouth. As if on impulse, I yank the wrapped up test out of my pocket and place it into his hands. I close my eyes, unable to see the reaction on his face. Time slows as I hear the paper towels unwrap, and it freezes when I hear the ragged breaths after the last wrap. What is going on out there? I cannot bear to look. That is until I hear one loud thud upon the floor. My eyes focus upon a body on the floor as I blink for better vision. Upon our wooden floor is Alfred, eyes closed and body twisted. I shriek as I jump to his rescue. It seems that the test has killed him.

"Alfred!?" I scream as I attempt to give him CPR, but almost fail. My hands fail to put themselves upon his chest and press down. My mouth, on the other hand, manages to do it's part. It took a while, but I managed to bring Alfred back to life with one, hearty, and angry breath.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" After a few deep breaths and many short gasps, Alfred yanks me in his arms. I nuzzle my neck into his shoulders, my tears wetting his collarbone.

"Alfred-"

"Aw, Naty," he spoke, his words shaken.

"Are we not ready for a child now, Majo kachannie?" I ask, my words shaken as well.

He remains silent for five minutes or ten. However, I feel his heartbeat find a steady beat as he finds the words to say.

"Shucks, Nat. We had a plan. My job's good pay, but for a baby... I'll make do."

Just as I feared.

"I'm sorry-what?"

Al squirms out of my grasp and places his hands upon my face, bringing it upwards so I could look him in the eye. Those beautiful, sky-blue eyes.

"I love you, Nat," he says, "And I know how much you've wanted a child for a long time. But I also know about our five-year-waiting plan. However, whatever choice you make, I'll stand by you."

"Really?" I sputter, completely shocked at his reaction, "You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be?" He says, wiping my tears away with a smile, "Part of this was my fault, as well. So I'm gonna be a good person and actually take some responsibility."

He kisses my cheek, soft and sweet. My heart flutters as he nuzzles my neck, and I whimper as he gives me a butterfly kiss. I place my hands upon his back and bring him close, smelling his signature scent of roses.

"My hero," I giggle, but then, out of the blue, I feel a flutter within my stomach. I yelp as I jump out of Alfred's grasp. He instinctively holds my shoulders, a look of worry crossing his face.

"You okay, Naty?"

I don't know how to react. I don't know how to feel anymore. On one hand, I want to go back to hugging him, keeping him close, taking in his scent of roses. On the other hand, I just want to analyze those flutters in my tummy a little longer. Just to see if it was what I thought it was. Eventually, I pick a hand. I smile as I place Alfred's hand on my belly.

"I think you're the baby's hero, too," I say, "It just kicked."

Red seeps across Alfred's face as the child kicks once again. His sky-blue eyes dilate, but he eventually loses the smiles.

"So you wanna keep it?" he says, staring at me.

I am forced back into the line between the two hands. How am I supposed to choose. We weren't planning for a child. But I want one so bad. I want a baby to hold and love. I want to watch my child grow into a human being. So, once again, I pick a hand.

"Let's do this."

He holds me once again, and with a faint whisper, says "okay," 

A/N: ........The strange feeling you get when you realize that your sentences are run-on. Either way, if you liked this fanfiction so far, please be sure to look out for new chapters. Happy Reading!!

-TBG290