Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 14

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

America got dressed and sat on the bed, he didn't know where England was although he would probably still be in the house somewhere. America had started to remember things again, not much, names and places mostly. He could remember the countries and most of their human names, that was good. Although he couldn't remember his past, that slightly bothered him, although he wasn't really sure if he wanted to know, England got upset whenever it was mentioned. America laid back on the bed and rubbed his stomach, the bump had gotten pretty big, and it was growing fast. He stifled a yawn as England came into the room, a blank look on his face.
"I told Canada, he was worried and he's family" England sighed as he sat at the foot of the bed.
"What did he say?" America asked casually, he didn't mind if Mattie knew, he was cool.
"He was happy, although he's really angry at France, which is to be expected. He says that he'll babysit for you" England smiled slightly, it was a weight off his shoulders, it would be a struggle caring for America and a baby. At that moment England's phone went off.
"Hello?...No, your not welcome here anymore...Fine, 5 minutes...Yes" he took the device away from his ear and hung up. "That was France, I have to go speak to him regarding the baby. Will you be fine on your own for a little while?"
"Yes" America nodded, slightly concerned about why France would want to talk about the baby, he didn't even care. England left the room, America stared at him as he left and started to think about what his life would be like with the baby. The poor thing wouldn't have a dad, he could imagine the conversations they would have.
"Mommy? Why don't I have a daddy?"
"Because daddy left before you were born"
"Can we go meet daddy?
"No...daddy doesn't care..."
But of course the worst thing: when the child would age and America would stay the same, he would have to watch his own child die, how could he explain it to them? Sorry, but mommy will never grow up and you'll die before me? No. It would be too difficult. He couldn't do this, he couldn't go through that kind of pain. America guessed this was why countries didn't like getting attached to humans: they would die, no-one could stop the viscous cycle. Counties would have to spend the rest of eternity mourning over that human. America wondered if he ever mourned a human? If England ever did? Sooner or later the thoughts left his mind and he filled his head with happy images, him and England, him and Mattie, him and his unborn child. He wondered what the baby would look like, it would have blue eyes, that was a fact, it would have some sort of blonde hair too, but the rest was completely luck of the draw. He hoped it resembled him more than France, he really, really hoped.

England met France down the street from Americas house, the frog wanted to discuss the baby, England thought France had some nerve wanting to talk about that, after he had said that he wasn't the slightest bit interested. He walked up to France, and gave him a mean smile.
Hello, France" he said stiffly.
"Bonjour Angleterre" the Frenchman replied, his blonde hair swaying in the slight breeze.
"I'm going to get right to the point here. Why don't you want the baby?" England said seriously, his poison green eyes staring into Frances blue ones.
"I only have sex for fun, no bébes for me. I'm sure Amérique can handle it" he stated simply, ignoring the deadly glare England was giving him.
"That's awful! Be a gentleman and own up!" England exclaimed, his voice rising.
"Non. I do not want a child. He should abort it, it is the only sensible thing to do" England resisted the urge to hit France. How dare he say that!
"How dare you! You are the baby's father! He needs your support!"
"You are his big brother, you help him. I will not. End of story" France turned around and walked away, leaving a fuming England in the street. England cursed France all the way back to Americas house, he couldn't believe France was being such an absolute wanker! He climbed up the stairs to Americas room and entered. America was on the bed, facing the wall.
"America" England muttered softly, said nation turned around and his face lit up.
"S'up dude!" England smiled, he was returning to his old habits, although he hadn't realised how much he missed them, even the burgers.
"I spoke to France...he wants you to get rid of it" England said with guilt in his voice, like it was his fault.
"Abort it?" America whispered. England nodded.
"I won't let him! He would have to kill me before I would let him touch the baby" America said protectively, rubbing his stomach softly, a peaceful look in his eyes. His paternal/maternal instincts were starting to show.
"He also still doesn't want anything to do with it" England sat next to America, putting an arm over his shoulders.
"Well baby, looks like daddy doesn't want us..." America whispered, his voice cracking slightly, as if he was going to cry, which he probably was.
"Don't worry, I'll look after you both" England said comfortingly, smiling at America.
"Will you be my babies daddy?" America asked him, his blue eyes hopeful but hesitant.
"Yes. Of course I will" England pulled America into a loose hug, America smiled against his chest and nuzzled into him.
"Thank you England"

I don't know if I should've put maternal or paternal, since America would be considered to be both, since he's a man but he's carrying a child...
This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^