Bakugo just happened to be at the right place at the right time. WARNING: ( This story will contain very serious Topics such as Child abuse, self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts. )

I smiled sweetly at the students in 1A and looked around. some guy in the back catched my eye, his red and white hair parted perfectly in the middle kinda stood out. "I'm (y/n) (l/n) a new transfer student. my quirk is called Human Hacker and I hope we can all get along" I said bowing a little. "what the hell is Human Hacker? are you a walking computer or some shit?" an ash blonde guy said clearly mocking me. I grinned at him. "let me demonstrate..." I said my eyes lighting up in a clear green blue colour. "hm.. I see brokoli boy is midoriya or as you call him.. deku.. and no surprise! you don't like him! he seems sweet tho from what I see in you.. you think about him a lot! todoroki or halfn'half bastard is the pretty boy in the back aaand you don't like him either! should I continue?" I asked looking at him my eyes back to normal. "what do you think kiminari? or you prefer pikachu?" I looked over at him with a bored look on my face. he just stared at me mouth open and everything. katsuki bakugo was about to explode literally. this class is gonna be fun to be in! I had to stop myself from writing a whole chapter here but I hope you like this sneak peak on the first chapter! please tell me if you have any ideas to how I could make this story better! and for now I'll say no smut but if you want it I'll make it! just saying xD thanks for reading!

After World War II, America's life was thrown off. After an... eventful night, he's now dealing with a child fathered by the very same country he's supposed to be fighting. And life doesn't get easier once the child is born. Now America must navigate through childcare, personal issues, societal expectations, and even the Cold War, all by himself. RusAme, mpreg (mostly just at the beginning), might be a bit OOC, and most likely filled with angst. Slow updates. I do not own the cover image or Hetalia.

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