"Fucking hell," muttered Poland under his breath, slamming the door behind him.
This important meeting he'd had with Ukraine today had gone a bit sour, he couldn't get a hold of his driver, so he had to hail a taxi. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough money to take him all the way home, so he had to walk for about seven blocks the rest of the way, lugging a suitcase full of way more paperwork than he had in the morning.
And on top of that, it started raining.
So, he was having a shitty day.
At the sound of the door slamming, Japan was alerted and put down some of the work she'd been doing to greet her darling husband.
"H-hello Pol-babe! How was work?"
She was jittery, plainly, but Poland hadn't bothered to notice, too in a mood to see how she wrung her hands together, and shifted from right foot to left foot to right again.
"It was shit, that's how it was," he ground out, teeth grinding as he shed himself of his sopping wet clothes.
Japan quickly took note of his attitude and her ears flattened against her head in disappointmemt.
"O-oh, I...I'm sorry. Do you...need anything?"
He slouched into the couch of the living room, now comfortably dressed in sweats and an oversized shirt.
"No no no, it's--" he rubbed a hand down his face and sighed, calming hinself down, "you don't need to, just-just come here... please."
Japan smiled softly and accepted, sitting on the couch and snuggling into his side, legs folded under her. He sighed, softer now, and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. She rested her cheek on the top of his head and sighed contentedly. His hair was still a little damp from the rain, but she admired the way the dewdrops of rain speckled his hair or gathered together to make larger drops.
"I just had a bad day," Poland started. "Things were stressful, and work was terrible, it-it...it doesn't matter now. You're all I need right now."
Japan blushed and stroked her hand through his hair. Poland curled in a little and hugged her tighter, before loosening his grip.
"I love you, too," she said.
For a while, it was quiet. Nothing was said, or needed to be done. And then Japan let out a sigh of her own, sounding down.
"Jap? What's the matter?"
"It's...it's nothing, don't...don't worry about it."
"Well now I'm worried. Tell me, Japan," Poland stated firmly, sitting up to face his wife.
"We--," she started tearing up, and Poland's eyes widened in shock at the sight, "we've never spoken about it, I don't even know if this is something you want! It's--*sob*it's!"
She cried a little, and Poland immediately started holding her, rubbing her back and cooing to her, anything to try and soothe her. He has never seen her so down, and it was terrifying. If only she could calm down and get her words out, so he could figure out how to help her.
"Please Japan, please tell me what it is," Poland coaxed.
"Poland, I-I-I don't know how you would react, I've been so sick lately, and I, I thought it was a stomach bug or something..."
That was true, Japan had been staying home to do her work because she'd been feeling under the weather. And the illness had made her somewhat emotional, as she'd been somewhat irritable, which he could deal with, because he knew he himself was an irritable asshole, so he couldn't blame her.
"W-what is it? Has your condition worsened? Oh my god," he cried, "please don't have cancer or something fatal!"
"No, no, it's nothing like that! I'm just...it's that the sickness is...well I didn't want to go myself, so I asked America to bring me something, since Onii-chan was unavailable, and they were...pregnancy tests."
She squeaked out the last two words like it was forbidden to even thibk of them. She looked down, ears pressed down as far as they cpuld possibly go.
Poland's heart stopped.
"Pr-" he breathed, "pregnancy...a-and the result...?"
Japan just meekly nodded, not daring to look him in the eye. Or at all.
"Oh my god, are you stupid?"
Japan flinched. Stupid? So....Poland really didn't want ki--
"Do you have any idea how scared you had me? I thought you were dying!"
"Are you...mad?"
"You're fucking joking right? You're pregnant! You're having my children! Why would I--" he stumbled over his words before bursting with, "I LOVE YOU!"
He wrapped his arms around her, making them both fall against the couch. Poland immediately steadied her, and checked her over to make sure she was alright. As soon as confirmed, he smothered her with kisses, to which she squealed in surprised delight.
"You're so stupid, you're lucky I love you," he muttered, giving her lips a small peck before shifting so he was raised above her.
All he did for a bit was admire her. The lengthy period of doing so made Japan's face flush a little with color.
"I hope they're as gorgeous as you."
"I don't. I don't need competition," Japan retorted.
Poland snorted.
"So, America knows too?"
Suddenly she shot up, making Poland back up.
"Oh shoot, I forgot! I was going to call him to tell him! After he dropped off the tests, I forced him out and told him I'd let him know!"
She shot up off the couch and ran to the bedroom, leaving Poland to his thoughts.
I'm gonna be a dad. Japan is having my babies, and we're going to be a family.
Even the sourpuss country couldn't help but smile so much his cheeks felt they might burst at the seams.
