Everyone always thinks they can handle having children. But really, how can they? Especially when they can't handle...the pregnancy.
Japan had been gradually more irritable. Her mood swings had shown and it was still only the first trimester. She was still going to work, because as far as she or her boss knew, her belly hadn't become any problem yet. As long as she could do her paperwork, she was still as useful as before.
So at a desk she sat, the long hours eventually weighing her down. In just a few more minutes, she'd be free to clock out, and go home. Hopefully, where Poland and dinner was waiting to warm her tired muscles.
Suddenly, she felt sick again and pulled out a little bin she'd been hiding under her desk, leaned over the opening, and puked.
"Why do they call it morning sickness when--ugh, it hits you at every freaking moment of the day?"
She looked to the clock again and her spirits lifted at the time. Time to go home, finally!
She gathered her things and bid her boss farewell.
When she exited the building, she was pleasantly surprised to see her best friend, America, waiting for her outside.
"How's my baby doing?"
"What? Is Russia behind me or something?" Japan replied innocently, looking around behind her with exaggerated movements.
America smiled, albeit pissily, "Suck a dick."
"Later. For now, I'll leave that to you, Ame-kun~"
America shook his head and turned around to walk away, "Fine, I was gonna drive you home, but if you wanna be a little shit, then..."
"Hey! I'm the pregnant one here!"
"And I'm the one with a car. Hop in and shut up, or I'll leave you," America smirked.
"Whatever," Japan said.
As they drove, conversation revolved mostly around Japan's stomach, as everything did lately.
"Do you think you'll take any maternity leave when you get big enough?"
"Well, I don't want to stop working. But at some point, probably towards the end of it, I'll take my leave. Just for the pregnancy, of course."
"Hmm," America hummed, eyes flitting every so often from the road to her, indicating that he was listening. "How's Poland about all this?"
Japan snorted, "Jesus, you'd think the guy would have more faith in me! Whenever I'm home, he's so careful with me, and I'm not even showing much yet!"
"I don't blame him. He's probably worried the kid's going to end up like him. Naturally drawn to freak accidents, and walking away fine, y'know?"
Japan chewed her lip, "I know, but he really doesn't need to protect me all the time."
America chuckled. They had just pulled into the driveway.
"Speaking of little Gremlins," America said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "his car is here," and he gestured towards the small BMW sitting in the garage.
As soon as their doors opened, Poland came out of the house, sporting his usual grumpy look.
"Hello, Pol! How are you? You're home early today," Japan said as he tilted her head to peck her husband on the lips, which he gladly returned.
"Mm, fine, I was able to finish all my paperwork today, so I thought I'd come here early to start dinner."
"Aw, Polsaw, you didn't have to do that!" Japan gushed, throwing her arms around Poland to shower him in little kisses.
