Draw A Circle [2/?]
Title: Draw A Circle
Warnings: mpreg, sexual situations, lemon in later chapters
Rating: T
Character/Pairings: USxUK
Summary: Upon discovering a box of old photographs, England realizes how much he missed having a child around. Good thing his fairy friends know just what to do to "help".
Draw A Circle
Chapter 2
Thoughts of mischievous fairies were the furthest thing from his mind seeing as the past few weeks had presented Arthur with something else to worry about. Lately he hadn’t been feeling all that well. No, in fact he’d been feeling downright miserable. It seemed he had contracted some kind of terrible stomach virus that had turned his mornings into nothing but a pure torture experience. As soon as the sun started to peak its head over the horizon, the bile would creep up his throat and he would bolt from his bed toward the toilet. He spent every morning throwing up whatever substance he had last eaten, brushing his teeth vigorously afterwards. But vomiting wasn’t the only strange symptom that had plagued Arthur Kirkland. His appetite had been insatiable lately and he just couldn’t find enough food to fill him up. His kitchen cupboards were going bare faster than when Alfred spent time with him. This horrified him to no end because it meant that he was slowly starting to lose his trim figure. Suddenly he knew how Alfred felt on a daily basis.
Arthur had started researching his sickness like crazy over the internet, in medical books, and anywhere else that he could gather information. Every possible ailment was no good, nothing seemed to match up. All of his symptoms pointed to something that was just preposterous and he kept telling himself that this couldn’t possibly be what was wrong with him. But as the weeks dragged on and his health didn’t improve he began to wonder if it was really that farfetched. He had deemed himself insane when he stepped foot into the local grocery store to buy something that he thought he would ever lay eyes on. He paid for it hastily and dashed from the store determined to make it back home without bumping into anyone he knew.
Luckily, he hadn’t been stopped or questioned by anyone and had made it home in record timing. Arthur took the stairs two at a time (nearly falling on the way up), scrambled into the bathroom, and shut and locked the door behind him. He leaned with his back to the door, his hands trembling as he stared down at the package they held. It was shaking so much that he could barely read the instructions, but who needed to read them anyway? Even men knew what to do with these, he knew how they worked, he just couldn’t believe he was actually about to do this.
After many deep breaths he had finally succeeded in taking the test and was now perched upon the toilet seat waiting for the results. His foot thumped nervously against the tiled floor, green eyes trained on the clock hanging on the wall. His breathing was abnormal, but that was to be expected at a time like this. The Briton knew there was nothing he could do to calm his nerves, he would just have to wait and see what the test said.
- - -
Surprise visits appeared to be the thing to do lately, his schedule certainly made time for it. Alfred had the next few days off and had nothing planned until the United Nations meeting over the weekend, so he figured he would drop by and visit Arthur (though “dropping by” probably wasn’t really the correct term to use when he had to take two taxis and a plane ride to get there). The blonde haired nation stood on Arthur’s doorstep, knocked, and waited to be answered. Now, patience never was a thing Alfred had grasped quite well, but really, weren’t people supposed to answer when there was a knock at their door? He had been waiting for nearly five minutes now and there was still no sign of Arthur. Becoming slightly worried, Alfred figured he could let himself in just this once, and to his surprise the door was unlocked. That was odd in itself, Arthur always kept the door locked. ‘Well, he must be home then…’
“Hey! Arthur? You home? It’s me, Alfred!” He called out as he entered and took his shoes off by the threshold. Once again, he received no answer. His concern rising, Alfred began checking every room of the house, finding all of them to be empty until he came up the stairs. He noticed a light flooding through the bottom of the bathroom door and gave out a sigh of relief. Arthur was in the bathroom, that was why he didn’t answer the door.
“Arthur! You scared me, old man! I thought something bad happened.” Alfred laughed to himself as he stood outside the bathroom door. He had expected some kind of witty retort, and when none came he pressed his ear to the door and called out again. “Arthur? Are you in there?”
The silence was deafening. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms started to sweat. This wasn’t normal, Arthur usually answered him even if he was on the toilet! He would at least get yelled at for disturbing the Briton’s privacy, but today there was nothing. Alfred knew that something was wrong, very wrong. He tried turning the knob but it wouldn’t budge. “Arthur! The door’s locked! God damnit, Arthur! Are you okay?!”
He was going to have to break the door down. It was the only way to get in there and find out what happened to the English nation. Alfred stepped back and prepared to perform a very heroic feat. With one swift kick the door swung open and he rushed inside. He had expected to find his favorite Briton sprawled out on the bathroom floor but Arthur stood leaning over the countertop, his head down and his body shaking slightly. Nothing appeared to be wrong with him. He didn’t look hurt, only terribly shocked.
“W-Why the hell didn’t you answer me?!” Alfred was starting to get angry now. If Arthur wasn’t in trouble then why the heck couldn’t he have let him in? “I thought you were hurt or something!”
Arthur didn’t even acknowledge him, he just kept staring down at nothing (or at least Alfred thought it was nothing).
Upon catching the look on Arthur’s face, the American decided to try a different approach. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Again, he didn’t receive an answer, but this time at least he got a response. Without meeting his eyes or moving his body at all, Arthur picked up the object he was staring at and thrust it into Alfred’s large hands. “W-What’s--” Alfred stared down at the stick-like device for a good minute before realization hit him like a sack of bricks to the head. He did the first thing he could think of; he started laughing. “This is some kind of joke, isn’t it? You can’t possibly think you’re--”
“It all fits,” Arthur had found his voice at last. “The fatigue, the vomiting, increased food intake…weight gain. Everything fits.”
Alfred didn’t take his eyes off of Arthur as the British man went to sit down on the toilet seat, feeling that his shaky knees could no longer support his body. “You’ve been sick and you haven’t told me?”
“That’s not important right now,” Green eyes locked on the tiled floor and he felt his stomach lurch at the thought of it. “What is important is that I now know the reason.”
“Arthur, you can’t be--”
His head snapped around and he gave Alfred one of the fiercest glares of his entire life. “Shut up! Just shut up! I’m pregnant, alright?! Nothing you can say will change that, you stupid git!” Arthur was so upset that he didn’t even feel the hot tears streaming down his cheeks. His heart clenched. He was terrified, simply terrified.
Alfred had fallen silent. For Arthur to yell at him like that meant that this must be pretty serious. This was no joke, he wasn’t lying or tricking him, this was one hundred percent the truth. He stared down at the test in his hand and thought to himself. These tests were wrong sometimes, but they never messed up the results badly enough to tell a man that he was carrying a baby. Besides, knowing Arthur, he had probably taken at least two more of these.
There was no way around it. If he was going to be a father he might as well get used to it. “I-It.. It’s not so bad. I mean, I thought you liked kids.”
By this point Arthur had buried his head in his hands, not even bothering to wipe away his tears. “Yes, I do like kids, but not when they’re growing inside of me! Besides, I can’t care for this child alone.” Before Alfred could even get a chance to reply, Arthur lifted his head up and said in a very sullen voice, “I have to get rid of it.”
The pregnancy test was thrown at the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces. Alfred stomped over to Arthur and jerked his head up so that the Briton was looking him in the eyes. “You will NOT kill our child. Who the hell said you would have to go through this alone?! I’m going to be here every step of the way! I’d never leave you alone to suffer through this! When the hell are you going to get it through your thick skull that I love you, Arthur?!”
His eyes went wide as the breath was knocked out of him from the bone crushing hug Alfred pulled him into. Slowly, he brought his head down to rest against the broad shoulder of the one he loved. His arms came up to encircle around Alfred’s neck, pulling the man tighter against himself.
“You don’t really want to terminate this baby, do you?…” Alfred’s soft voice asked, trembling slightly.
Arthur gave a soft smile and shook his head, hugging on tighter. “I-I don’t t-think I could even if I w-wanted to…”
A smile broke out on the American’s face for the first time since receiving the news of his child’s existence. “Then why don’t we keep it.” It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement.
Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat and mumbled into Alfred’s neck. “I just don’t want to be a bother to you…you’re so young, Alfred. Too young to be tied down because of a child.”
The beautiful sound of Alfred laughing bounced off the tiled walls of the bathroom and the American’s fingers were running through the Briton’s messy locks. “Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the next nine months.”
Arms loosened as Arthur released Alfred from his grip to pull back and stare into his eyes. “You…You mean it?”
It nearly broke Alfred’s heart, seeing how weak and vulnerable Arthur seemed right now. He kept smiling, knowing that it would reassure the British man that he meant everything he was saying. “Come on, can you really say that we weren’t going to be spending the rest of our lives together? We’d want kids sooner or later. Why not sooner?”
Damn him. Stupid Alfred. Why did he keep bringing up good points lately? Perhaps he was smarter than he let on. Arthur felt his heart calm down, his breathing slowly beginning to return to normal. The tears stopped flowing and he took this chance to wipe at his eyes. He felt the smallest of smiles tug at his lips, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Alfred seemed so sure about all of this, not an ounce of fear laced his voice. He was nothing but confident as far as Arthur could see. A weight seemed to have been lifted from his chest as the realization sank in; he didn’t have to go through this alone. If Alfred was by his side then maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.
A/N: Sorry this one was so short! I wrote it a while ago and was debating on adding more...but the next scene is going to be a little bit of a time difference and it made sense to end this one here. I had a family emergency a little while ago so things have been hectic for me...but they've calmed down now so I should be able to add on to this soon!!
Warnings: mpreg, sexual situations, lemon in later chapters
Rating: T
Character/Pairings: USxUK
Summary: Upon discovering a box of old photographs, England realizes how much he missed having a child around. Good thing his fairy friends know just what to do to "help".
Draw A Circle
Chapter 2
Thoughts of mischievous fairies were the furthest thing from his mind seeing as the past few weeks had presented Arthur with something else to worry about. Lately he hadn’t been feeling all that well. No, in fact he’d been feeling downright miserable. It seemed he had contracted some kind of terrible stomach virus that had turned his mornings into nothing but a pure torture experience. As soon as the sun started to peak its head over the horizon, the bile would creep up his throat and he would bolt from his bed toward the toilet. He spent every morning throwing up whatever substance he had last eaten, brushing his teeth vigorously afterwards. But vomiting wasn’t the only strange symptom that had plagued Arthur Kirkland. His appetite had been insatiable lately and he just couldn’t find enough food to fill him up. His kitchen cupboards were going bare faster than when Alfred spent time with him. This horrified him to no end because it meant that he was slowly starting to lose his trim figure. Suddenly he knew how Alfred felt on a daily basis.
Arthur had started researching his sickness like crazy over the internet, in medical books, and anywhere else that he could gather information. Every possible ailment was no good, nothing seemed to match up. All of his symptoms pointed to something that was just preposterous and he kept telling himself that this couldn’t possibly be what was wrong with him. But as the weeks dragged on and his health didn’t improve he began to wonder if it was really that farfetched. He had deemed himself insane when he stepped foot into the local grocery store to buy something that he thought he would ever lay eyes on. He paid for it hastily and dashed from the store determined to make it back home without bumping into anyone he knew.
Luckily, he hadn’t been stopped or questioned by anyone and had made it home in record timing. Arthur took the stairs two at a time (nearly falling on the way up), scrambled into the bathroom, and shut and locked the door behind him. He leaned with his back to the door, his hands trembling as he stared down at the package they held. It was shaking so much that he could barely read the instructions, but who needed to read them anyway? Even men knew what to do with these, he knew how they worked, he just couldn’t believe he was actually about to do this.
After many deep breaths he had finally succeeded in taking the test and was now perched upon the toilet seat waiting for the results. His foot thumped nervously against the tiled floor, green eyes trained on the clock hanging on the wall. His breathing was abnormal, but that was to be expected at a time like this. The Briton knew there was nothing he could do to calm his nerves, he would just have to wait and see what the test said.
- - -
Surprise visits appeared to be the thing to do lately, his schedule certainly made time for it. Alfred had the next few days off and had nothing planned until the United Nations meeting over the weekend, so he figured he would drop by and visit Arthur (though “dropping by” probably wasn’t really the correct term to use when he had to take two taxis and a plane ride to get there). The blonde haired nation stood on Arthur’s doorstep, knocked, and waited to be answered. Now, patience never was a thing Alfred had grasped quite well, but really, weren’t people supposed to answer when there was a knock at their door? He had been waiting for nearly five minutes now and there was still no sign of Arthur. Becoming slightly worried, Alfred figured he could let himself in just this once, and to his surprise the door was unlocked. That was odd in itself, Arthur always kept the door locked. ‘Well, he must be home then…’
“Hey! Arthur? You home? It’s me, Alfred!” He called out as he entered and took his shoes off by the threshold. Once again, he received no answer. His concern rising, Alfred began checking every room of the house, finding all of them to be empty until he came up the stairs. He noticed a light flooding through the bottom of the bathroom door and gave out a sigh of relief. Arthur was in the bathroom, that was why he didn’t answer the door.
“Arthur! You scared me, old man! I thought something bad happened.” Alfred laughed to himself as he stood outside the bathroom door. He had expected some kind of witty retort, and when none came he pressed his ear to the door and called out again. “Arthur? Are you in there?”
The silence was deafening. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms started to sweat. This wasn’t normal, Arthur usually answered him even if he was on the toilet! He would at least get yelled at for disturbing the Briton’s privacy, but today there was nothing. Alfred knew that something was wrong, very wrong. He tried turning the knob but it wouldn’t budge. “Arthur! The door’s locked! God damnit, Arthur! Are you okay?!”
He was going to have to break the door down. It was the only way to get in there and find out what happened to the English nation. Alfred stepped back and prepared to perform a very heroic feat. With one swift kick the door swung open and he rushed inside. He had expected to find his favorite Briton sprawled out on the bathroom floor but Arthur stood leaning over the countertop, his head down and his body shaking slightly. Nothing appeared to be wrong with him. He didn’t look hurt, only terribly shocked.
“W-Why the hell didn’t you answer me?!” Alfred was starting to get angry now. If Arthur wasn’t in trouble then why the heck couldn’t he have let him in? “I thought you were hurt or something!”
Arthur didn’t even acknowledge him, he just kept staring down at nothing (or at least Alfred thought it was nothing).
Upon catching the look on Arthur’s face, the American decided to try a different approach. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Again, he didn’t receive an answer, but this time at least he got a response. Without meeting his eyes or moving his body at all, Arthur picked up the object he was staring at and thrust it into Alfred’s large hands. “W-What’s--” Alfred stared down at the stick-like device for a good minute before realization hit him like a sack of bricks to the head. He did the first thing he could think of; he started laughing. “This is some kind of joke, isn’t it? You can’t possibly think you’re--”
“It all fits,” Arthur had found his voice at last. “The fatigue, the vomiting, increased food intake…weight gain. Everything fits.”
Alfred didn’t take his eyes off of Arthur as the British man went to sit down on the toilet seat, feeling that his shaky knees could no longer support his body. “You’ve been sick and you haven’t told me?”
“That’s not important right now,” Green eyes locked on the tiled floor and he felt his stomach lurch at the thought of it. “What is important is that I now know the reason.”
“Arthur, you can’t be--”
His head snapped around and he gave Alfred one of the fiercest glares of his entire life. “Shut up! Just shut up! I’m pregnant, alright?! Nothing you can say will change that, you stupid git!” Arthur was so upset that he didn’t even feel the hot tears streaming down his cheeks. His heart clenched. He was terrified, simply terrified.
Alfred had fallen silent. For Arthur to yell at him like that meant that this must be pretty serious. This was no joke, he wasn’t lying or tricking him, this was one hundred percent the truth. He stared down at the test in his hand and thought to himself. These tests were wrong sometimes, but they never messed up the results badly enough to tell a man that he was carrying a baby. Besides, knowing Arthur, he had probably taken at least two more of these.
There was no way around it. If he was going to be a father he might as well get used to it. “I-It.. It’s not so bad. I mean, I thought you liked kids.”
By this point Arthur had buried his head in his hands, not even bothering to wipe away his tears. “Yes, I do like kids, but not when they’re growing inside of me! Besides, I can’t care for this child alone.” Before Alfred could even get a chance to reply, Arthur lifted his head up and said in a very sullen voice, “I have to get rid of it.”
The pregnancy test was thrown at the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces. Alfred stomped over to Arthur and jerked his head up so that the Briton was looking him in the eyes. “You will NOT kill our child. Who the hell said you would have to go through this alone?! I’m going to be here every step of the way! I’d never leave you alone to suffer through this! When the hell are you going to get it through your thick skull that I love you, Arthur?!”
His eyes went wide as the breath was knocked out of him from the bone crushing hug Alfred pulled him into. Slowly, he brought his head down to rest against the broad shoulder of the one he loved. His arms came up to encircle around Alfred’s neck, pulling the man tighter against himself.
“You don’t really want to terminate this baby, do you?…” Alfred’s soft voice asked, trembling slightly.
Arthur gave a soft smile and shook his head, hugging on tighter. “I-I don’t t-think I could even if I w-wanted to…”
A smile broke out on the American’s face for the first time since receiving the news of his child’s existence. “Then why don’t we keep it.” It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement.
Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat and mumbled into Alfred’s neck. “I just don’t want to be a bother to you…you’re so young, Alfred. Too young to be tied down because of a child.”
The beautiful sound of Alfred laughing bounced off the tiled walls of the bathroom and the American’s fingers were running through the Briton’s messy locks. “Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the next nine months.”
Arms loosened as Arthur released Alfred from his grip to pull back and stare into his eyes. “You…You mean it?”
It nearly broke Alfred’s heart, seeing how weak and vulnerable Arthur seemed right now. He kept smiling, knowing that it would reassure the British man that he meant everything he was saying. “Come on, can you really say that we weren’t going to be spending the rest of our lives together? We’d want kids sooner or later. Why not sooner?”
Damn him. Stupid Alfred. Why did he keep bringing up good points lately? Perhaps he was smarter than he let on. Arthur felt his heart calm down, his breathing slowly beginning to return to normal. The tears stopped flowing and he took this chance to wipe at his eyes. He felt the smallest of smiles tug at his lips, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Alfred seemed so sure about all of this, not an ounce of fear laced his voice. He was nothing but confident as far as Arthur could see. A weight seemed to have been lifted from his chest as the realization sank in; he didn’t have to go through this alone. If Alfred was by his side then maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.
A/N: Sorry this one was so short! I wrote it a while ago and was debating on adding more...but the next scene is going to be a little bit of a time difference and it made sense to end this one here. I had a family emergency a little while ago so things have been hectic for me...but they've calmed down now so I should be able to add on to this soon!!