Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [1a/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 03:24:53 UTC
Title is a joke in general at all Mpreg requests, don't take offense. I have a soft spot for USxUK mpreg so I'm not trying to make it seem bashy
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Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [1b/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 03:27:41 UTC
“Ahaha! That’s a good one, England! Pregnant! Ha!” America snorted, clutching his stomach. England’s eyes narrowed as he gave him a sharp slap upside the head.
“You tosser! I’m not joking here! I’m pregnant!” England turned around fully on the bed, giving America a face to face view with his stomach. America instantly stopped laughing and stared at what was in front of him.
“Y-you’re serious?” America cautiously reached out to place his hand on England’s stomach. While it still felt weird as could be to England, he had to smirk smugly as he felt the child inside press up against America’s hand, causing the nation to screech and fall backwards off the bed in surprise. “You really are pregnant!”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, how the hell did this happen!?” England snapped. Why was he the pregnant one?! And why did he start off so far along!? The child was already developed quite a bit obviously but yet, what if it starting so far along could be harmful to it? While England sure as hell didn’t want to be thinking of this, he
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Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [1c/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 03:29:34 UTC
“I’ll figure out a way for you to come too, don’t worry!” America smiled, reaching out to touch England’s stomach again. Instead of flailing around this time, he laughed when the child within responded to him. England rolled his eyes but had to admit how nice it felt for their child eagerly responding to America. Watch them be just as energetic. That was all he was going to need
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Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [2/?]
anonymous
February 25 2010, 16:06:56 UTC
England woke up later at a more reasonable time as the sun from outside his window shined in on his face. He grumbled and went to roll over under the covers when he found a heavy weight on him. Oh hell, that wasn’t just a nightmare then? He groaned and managed to sit up when he noticed America at the end of the bed, grinning up at him.
“What are you looking at?” England barked, still very irritable.
“You~”
“Knock it off.” England got off the bed and looked for his clothes, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be fitting him any time soon.
“C’mon, we gotta go get stuff for our kid!” America smiled, following behind England like a hawk.
“I’m not leaving this house, America.” England grumbled, trying to bend over to grab his shirt. Oh great, this weight was going to make everyday tasks impossible, wasn’t it?
“Yes you are, mommy!” America grinned, holding out two items from behind his back. England looked over at him and stared blankly
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Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [3a/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 18:24:58 UTC
England cursed to himself as he was led into town wearing a dress that barely fit over the swell of his pregnant stomach and a wig that hung to his waist with bangs that got in his eyes. America was practically skipping as he led England into a baby store, oblivious to the looks the ‘woman’ behind him was getting. England however heard the comments that some of the other shoppers were making and swore he was going to kill America before this trip was over
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Like a terrible nightmare or a 13 year old girl's dream [3b/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 18:26:55 UTC
“There you are!” America exclaimed, re-appearing behind England. England’s eyes shot open and he let out a surprised yelp. He clutched his stomach and turned to America, glaring daggers at him.
“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them
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“You tosser! I’m not joking here! I’m pregnant!” England turned around fully on the bed, giving America a face to face view with his stomach. America instantly stopped laughing and stared at what was in front of him.
“Y-you’re serious?” America cautiously reached out to place his hand on England’s stomach. While it still felt weird as could be to England, he had to smirk smugly as he felt the child inside press up against America’s hand, causing the nation to screech and fall backwards off the bed in surprise. “You really are pregnant!”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now, how the hell did this happen!?” England snapped. Why was he the pregnant one?! And why did he start off so far along!? The child was already developed quite a bit obviously but yet, what if it starting so far along could be harmful to it? While England sure as hell didn’t want to be thinking of this, he ( ... )
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“What are you looking at?” England barked, still very irritable.
“You~”
“Knock it off.” England got off the bed and looked for his clothes, even though he knew that they wouldn’t be fitting him any time soon.
“C’mon, we gotta go get stuff for our kid!” America smiled, following behind England like a hawk.
“I’m not leaving this house, America.” England grumbled, trying to bend over to grab his shirt. Oh great, this weight was going to make everyday tasks impossible, wasn’t it?
“Yes you are, mommy!” America grinned, holding out two items from behind his back. England looked over at him and stared blankly ( ... )
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“For the hundredth time don’t sneak up on me like that! It was bad enough when I wasn’t pregnant!” England hissed, trying to calm himself down. Where had he gone wrong raising this man? He sure didn’t teach him to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them ( ... )
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