Mothertalia

ChildNordics

((Y/n)'s pov.)

I just have one thing to say, romance is not my cup of tea.

"Mommy! Hurry up! I want to go outside!" Denmark yelled while I sighed and got off of the couch with my unborn child. I put my hand on my stomach and felt a little kick, making me smile a little as I knew he'd be there to give me strength. I made my way into the kitchen as Norway started to hit Denmark on the back.

"What's going on in here?" I asked them as I grabbed Norway's hand while Denmark looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Norway started to hit me because I said that the baby's going to like me more!"

"He's going to like me more! I'm his big brother!"

Big brother.....

"I'm sure that he's going to like both of you equally. Now, why don't you two go and get Finland and Sweden? They've been in their room the whole day doing god knows what." I said it them with a smile while they sighed and went to go get them.

I hurriedly grabbed a basket and started to pack some sandwiches and juice boxes when I heard the clatter of little feet and arguing.

"No, it's a boy!"

"It's a girl!"

"But mommy already said it was a boy!"

"It's going to be a girl!"

"It's a boy." I said out loud while Denmark sighed and Finland and Norway cheered.

"But I wanted a girl!" Denmark whined as Finland tried to console him. I looked over at Sweden and saw him looking sadly at Finland. I made my way over to him and ruffled his hair playfully.

"What's the matter? You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?" I asked him while he softly grunted in response.

"Why do w-" Suddenly there was a loud bang. I instantly looked over to where it came from and saw Denmark's toy axe and two halves of my kitchen table on the floor.

"What happened?!" I demanded angrily while Denmark started to panic as the others stood next to Sweden.

"Um.. it ummm, you see, umm... it was an accident!" He screamed out and started to cry. I sighed, still angry but also feeling sorry for him, I hugged him close to me and his unborn brother. I petted his hair as he cried on my shoulder.

"It's alright Denmark, we'll just go out to buy a new one." I said to him with a sigh as he started to calm down.

"R-really?"

"Yes, now lets just get you all ready to go to IKEA." I said as I grabbed their jackets from the coat rack.

"But what about the picnic?" Finland said.

"We'll have it tomorrow, no biggie." I said as we then started to get into the car.

. . . Timeskip. . . Many hours later. . . it's like 9 pm. . .

I sighed and lied down on the couch.

"Damn IKEA, with your complicated instructions, why don't you put this shit together instead of me?" I mumbled as I looked over my masterpiece. The brown wooden table matches our chairs, but it's just a bit taller then our last table. But so what, the kids picked it out so I got it. Once I have this baby I'm going to be really busy, so I'm trying to do as much as I can with them now.

"This table is awesome! I told you that it would be perfect!" Denmark exclaimed.

"I don't know, it seems a little big..." Finland replied nervously.

"And the only reason you chose it Denmark was because your american friend has the same one." Norway replied coldly.

"That's not true! Prussia has the same one as well, so that means I have to try and get a table better than theirs!"

"Then why did you get the same one as them?"

"Because I thought it was cool!" Denmark shouted and stuck his tongue while I sighed.

I looked over at Finland and saw him yawn. It must be getting late.

"It's time for bed guys." I said as I then got up, my legs ached from standing for so long.

"Awww! But I don't want to go to bed!" Denmark whined as Norway dragged him up the stairs while I sighed and held Finland's hand going up. I tucked them all into their beds, gave them kisses, and turned off the light so that they may sleep peacefully.

I slowly made my way to my room, my whole body aching from today's activities. "Damn IKEA should have put that shit together for me, then again, they must have thought I was married because of the kids..." I turned off the light and tucked myself in as my thoughts drifted to the future.

What will I do when the kids ask me where their fathers are? Why they aren't here? And why they left? And with a new baby on the way things are only going to get more complicated. I sighed as I then put a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby kick my hand softly. I couldn't help but cry, as I knew that my babies would never meet their fathers.