Draw A Circle [4/?]
Chapter 4
Alfred raced down back alleys, narrowly avoided crashing into trashcans, and nearly broke his neck slipping on an old soggy newspaper that was wet with London rain, all in a futile attempt to catch up to his younger brother. It was a wonder he hadn’t dropped the bag of McDonalds he was clutching so desperately, but then again he wasn’t the personification of America for nothing. He hadn’t even spilled a drop of the soda that he had somehow managed to continue sipping while he ran. Yes, he truly was awesome.
A flash of blonde hair came into view as Alfred skidded into the town. Damn Matthew! He wasn’t supposed to know all the short cuts to Arthur’s house as well as the American did! Then again he was pretty sure Francis knew at least a dozen other ways to the Briton’s house that even Arthur himself wasn’t aware of. In any case, at this rate Alfred was done for. Arthur would kill him the instant he burst through the front door. Shoving another burger in his mouth, Alfred tried to savor the taste of what could very well be the last meal of his life.
The sun had already begun to set by the time he reached the mansion-like house that stood so far away from all the others. Alfred had been afraid to enter Arthur’s home on various occasions, but this was different. This time he was almost sure he would be struck down dead the second he walked in. With Arthur’s new found hormones nothing was impossible; he may even be able to overpower a hero!
Gulping down the last of his soda, Alfred bravely reached for the door handle, turned, and pushed. So far, so good. No axes had fallen on his head, no fist to the face, the ground hadn’t fallen out from beneath him. Maybe he wasn’t going to die after all!
He turned his attention to the rest of the sitting room and spotted his lover and younger brother sitting on the couch sipping tea. Arthur didn’t exactly look pleased but he also didn’t have a murderous expression on his face when he locked eyes with Alfred. He did, however, seem a little annoyed. The look in his eyes told the American that they would be having an in depth conversation later that night.
“Hello, Alfred.” The Briton ground out, tea cup to his lips.
Alfred all but ignored him, choosing instead to stomp over to the couch to scold his brother. “I told you not to do anything rash, Matty! I said it was a secret between just us!” He could practically feel Arthur’s anger radiating from the other side of the couch. He would have preferred to keep his testicles, thank you very much.
Large baby blues looked up at him from a much more innocent face than his own. “I had to see for myself. I thought you might have just been making it up like you did with that alien you said lives in your basement,” (Alfred promptly proceeded to shout “Tony is real!”, but was completely ignored) Matthew took a sip of tea and smiled. “Besides, Arthur is alright with it. He said I have a right to know, since I’m gonna be an uncle and all.”
Alfred’s shock was evident as he gaped open-mouthed at Arthur. The British nation cleared his throat and set his tea cup down on the table at his feet. “Though I’m certainly not pleased with the way he found out, Matthew did deserve to know the truth.” Green eyes locked on Alfred as he sank into the couch beside Arthur. “He offered to help us, Alfred.”
The Canadian nation gave an enthusiastic nod. “I’ll baby sit whenever you guys need me to. I promise I’ll be the best uncle I can be!”
Alfred had to smile at the image of his brother cradling his new born child in his arms. Matthew had always been very kind and caring, Alfred had no doubt that he would make the perfect uncle and be the best babysitter for their child. Before he knew it, he was lost in thoughts of his expected child. Alfred hadn’t even noticed that Arthur had lifted up his shirt to show Matthew the small swell in his belly. He snapped back to reality when Arthur took his hand and laced their fingers together.
Matthew’s eyes were large as he looked over his former father-figure’s stomach, hand hesitantly reaching forward to stroke the stretching skin. He had never felt a pregnant belly before and was more than a little nervous, but once his palm made contact with Arthur’s skin he smiled warmly and laughed. His niece or nephew was right there, right under his hand. He could practically feel the tiny movements from inside the British nation. “This is amazing…”
Arthur laughed and smiled down at the Canadian. “The morning sickness surely isn’t,” he replied, thinking of how sick he had gotten in the bathroom at the United Nations conference. “The weight gain isn’t all that pleasant either.”
“But it is amazing,” Alfred agreed with his brother, placing his hand beside Matthew’s on Arthur’s stomach. Right now there was barely enough room for both of them, but in a few weeks time that would change. “Our baby is right here, growing inside of you. That’s awesome!” Leave it to Alfred to ruin a perfectly good moment with childish terminology.
Curious blue eyes looked up into Arthur’s face. “Arthur, do you think all nations can carry babies?…” Matthew’s voice was a little softer than usual and he seemed nervous, something that only Arthur had caught.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea,” Arthur replied truthfully. “I honestly haven’t a clue how this happened. But if all nations could produce children I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been the first.”
Matthew blinked and withdrew his hand, looking thoughtful as he leaned back in the couch. “Maybe Yao would know more about it. He’s been around longer than any of us.”
Arthur sat up straight and pulled his shirt down, effectively stopping Alfred from petting his stomach any longer. The British nation turned a stern face to the younger of the North American brothers. “Now Matthew, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this. You have to understand, no one else can know.”
Once again Matthew looked confused. “But why? I’m sure the others would be just as happy as I am for you!”
Arthur leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. Alfred could tell that he was blushing fiercely because the skin of his ears started to heat up and turn a cherry red. “Because it’s downright embarrassing! I’m a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t carry children.”
“Apparently they do,” Alfred interjected, laughing a bit and lounging beside the Briton. He seemed almost proud at the fact that he had knocked Arthur up! How dare he! “They’re going to find out sooner or later, Arty. You should kinda tell them before you’re the size of a watermelon.”
Arthur’s head snapped up, green eyes staring venomously over at the American. “Don’t you dare tell me what I should do, Alfred F. Jones! This whole thing is your fault to begin with! You’ve practically ruined my entire reputation and bound me to this house for the next nine months! I should castrate you right here and now!”
Alfred’s eyes were so large that he felt like they might fall out of his skull. He had shrank so far back into the couch that he was practically inside of it. Matthew took this opportunity to come to his brother’s rescue (since he was such a kind sibling). “Arthur, shouting probably isn’t very good for the baby.”
Acidic green eyes turned on the younger brother only to calm instantly. Even when he was in a hormone induced rage Arthur could never raise his voice to Matthew. He was simply too precious. The Canadian’s smile seemed to vanquish all of the anger in the Briton until he let out an agitated sigh and muttered a soft apology, stating that what he had done wasn’t very gentlemanly.
The conversation had gone back to normal after that, with Matthew asking more questions about the baby and Arthur answering them to the best of his ability. Surprisingly, Alfred stayed quiet, still shaken from Arthur’s earlier outburst. Just what was that all about? Was that one of those dreaded mood swings he had heard about that accompany pregnancy? Arthur had screamed at him before, but his eyes had never turned that shade of green in his entire life. For whatever reason, that particular outburst had frightened Alfred a lot more than any of the others. If this was the way Arthur was going to act whenever he got angry then Alfred was in for a very rough few months.
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The weeks trickled by without incident and little by little Arthur slowly started to show. Alfred couldn’t have been more delighted by this. He had taken to speaking to Arthur’s stomach whenever the opportunity was presented. It was starting to grate on the Briton’s nerves since the American insisted on speaking in a baby voice to their unborn child, who Arthur had explained “wasn’t some dimwit who wouldn’t understand proper English.”
Arthur had grown grumpier as the weeks dragged by and he had good reason too. His back was starting to hurt him if he stood up for too long, his feet would swell up if he walked too far, not to mention he was restless from being cooped up in the house for so long. Worst of all was the fact that he could no longer perform in bed like he used to. Hell, he couldn’t even pleasure himself anymore (which Alfred found absolutely hysterical).
The weight gain was almost overwhelming. Arthur no longer fit into any of the slacks he owned and found that he had to borrow Alfred’s on a daily basis. The American had gone out and bought more pants for them both since he found that he was doing a lot more laundry and getting less back each week. The two simply couldn’t go on sharing the same pairs of pants (especially because Arthur had popped a few of the buttons off on several pairs).
Strangest of all the happenings was the fact that Alfred found that he could no longer control himself whenever he was around Arthur. It was obvious that something was different about the Briton, but Alfred had no idea why he suddenly found himself so attracted to him! He couldn’t go a day without practically attacking the pregnant man and demanding sex. This problem hit its height late one morning when Alfred was watching television downstairs and heard a shout from Arthur to come upstairs. Alfred heaved a sigh and muted the rather loud action movie he had been watching, climbing the stairs and turning into the bedroom he had come to call his own.
“Yeah? What do y--” He stopped dead in his tracks, holding onto the doorframe for stability. Standing beside the bed, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts (that was completely undone, mind you) was Arthur. He held a pair of pants in his hand, a sour look on his face.
“Did you wash these in warm water again? I think they’ve shrunk!”
Alfred’s eyes were busy going over every curve of the British nation’s body, noting how the light from the window behind him illuminated his figure. He could feel himself start to get hard the more he looked, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Arthur was irresistible to him lately! Like some kind of highly addictive drug that Alfred had become hooked on seemingly overnight! He had become some forbidden fruit and Alfred was dying for a taste.
“Alfred? Alfred, are you even listening to me?”
Surely he wasn’t, but the American crossed the room anyway to stand before his prey. Almost forcefully, he grabbed the jeans from Arthur’s grasp and threw them aside, his hands sliding down the sides of Arthur’s body.
The British man gave a gasp but didn’t pull back. “A-Alfred! What the he--”
A harsh kiss was the only way to shut him up. It also gave Alfred the opportunity to push Arthur over to the bed and gently lay him down atop it. The kiss had turned more passionate after he had gotten Arthur exactly where he wanted him. Alfred’s tongue pushed its way bossily into Arthur’s mouth, sliding over his teeth and tongue, mingling with its counterpart until Arthur’s tongue decided to fight back.
Arthur’s eyes slid shut as his body gave in to Alfred’s desires. He had no idea what had gotten into him, but with these kisses who could complain? Still curious, the second Alfred pulled back Arthur breathily asked “What was that all about?…”
Alfred stared back at him as if he were supposed to know the answer. The smile he wore was almost angelic, nearly to the point of melting Arthur’s heart. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”
A crimson blush spread over Arthur’s face, squirming as Alfred began planting a trail of kisses down the center of his naked body. Alfred’s lips eventually met with the growing bump in Arthur’s abdomen and he made sure to kiss every inch of the stretching skin lovingly. “Alfred, I’m not beautiful,” Arthur practically whispered. “I-I’m fat…”
Alfred gave the bump another kiss before lifting his head to meet Arthur’s gaze. “You aren’t fat. You’re pregnant. There’s a difference.” With this said he went back to showering Arthur’s body with kisses.
That was when Arthur realized that Alfred simply couldn’t resist the sight of him naked and pregnant. He would have to be more careful in the future if he wished to avoid being sexually attacked by the man above him. Alfred’s lips brushed over the head of his cock and that last thought quickly flew from Arthur’s mind. His breath hitched and he squirmed about a little more, gripping onto the sheets as Alfred started teasingly licking his member and taking it inch by inch into his mouth.
“A-Alf--Alfred!”
Alfred laughed around the cock in his mouth, making Arthur moan even louder. The sheets started to bunch up as Arthur bent his knees and bucked his hips, pushing himself deeper into Alfred’s mouth. The American didn’t choke, instead he started humming, causing the most sensational vibrations to run through Arthur’s body. Arthur gave a strangled moan at this and Alfred decided to silence him by snaking a hand up his body and pressing two of his fingers to the man’s lips. Arthur let him in without hesitation, tongue slipping and sliding over the digits to get them good and wet. He started mimicking Alfred’s motions and movements, doing to the fingers what was being done to his dick.
Using his free hand, Alfred fumbled with the button of his jeans until he got it undone. He was able to slip out of the pants and in a matter of seconds they lay on the floor beside the pair he had taken from Arthur earlier. His boxers were even easier to get rid of, and soon he was just as naked as Arthur was. Without opening his eyes he blindly fumbled in the bedside drawer for the tube of lubrication, not even needing his sight to find it. This was when he took his hand back from Arthur, earning a whimper from the shorter man.
Arthur pushed himself up weakly onto his elbows, watching Alfred unscrew the cap of the lube. The American poured a decent amount into his hand which disappeared behind Arthur’s stomach as soon as it was lowered to coat his penis. Arthur cursed his stomach for being so big. He could hardly even see the tip of his erection over it and now he was missing Alfred touching himself! Yes, this was definitely another thing he despised about pregnancy. His disappointment was quickly vanquished though when a finger pressed itself up against his entrance. Head falling back and eyes closing, Arthur relaxed himself to allow Alfred’s finger to enter.
Alfred loomed over the man below him, smirking almost devilishly as he added the second finger and began scissoring the two apart. Arthur wriggled beneath him, letting out tiny gasps each time the tips of Alfred’s fingers brushed against his prostate.
When Arthur had thought this had gone on long enough he opened his mouth to voice his complaint (and a few more moans). “S-Stop…t-teasing.”
Alfred couldn’t help but smile at that, fingers halting in their places. He stretched out until he was able to give Arthur a little peck on the lips. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”
Pulling his hand out, Alfred grasped Arthur’s small hips and positioned himself, pressing the tip of his cock gently into Arthur’s stretched entrance. The Briton’s eyes screwed shut and he hissed as Alfred slid inside, gripping the sheets so hard that he could have torn them. Alfred stopped for a moment to allow Arthur to get used to the feeling, waiting for the pain to subside before he started a rhythm for them to follow. Arthur may have not noticed, but lately during their love making Alfred had been going much easier than usual. He knew it wasn’t possible for him to hurt the baby, but he still worried and began treating Arthur more delicately. His eyes glanced down at the rounded belly pressed to his stomach and he smiled, vaguely wondering if the baby was enjoying this as much as its parents.
Arthur’s throat had gone dry only minutes after they started and he was gasping for air, hips practically convulsing to try and get as much pleasure out of this as possible. The hormones truly were driving him mad. It was impossible for him to calm down once he got turned on now. The only way to satisfy him was to have sex until the feeling dissolved. He figured it was tied in to his mood swings, but neither he nor Alfred complained about it.
He soon felt teeth on his neck and his arms came up to drape over Alfred’s back. The younger nation bit down on the skin, sucking and nipping until he left a pattern of red marks that would match the ones that Arthur had left on Alfred’s back with his nails. To the best of his ability, Arthur wrapped his legs around Alfred’s hips and found that the cock inside of him instantly struck his prostate. Yes, this was the right angle. Now if he could only hang on long enough. Alfred sensed that Arthur was starting to get tired and wrapped an arm underneath his bottom half to help support him, diving deeper inside the warmth that was his lover.
Arthur opening his eyes and just stared up at Alfred as he made love to him. It was something he loved to do. Alfred’s eyes always held the most fascinating emotions, emotions that Arthur couldn’t quite name at the moment being as his brain was somewhere else entirely.
His cock began to throb, precum dripping from it to get lost between their bodies. Arthur felt himself starting to shudder and looked desperately into Alfred’s eyes. “I-I’m going t-to--”
“Me t-too!”
Both sets of eyes clamped shut and Arthur’s head tilted back as his body was wracked with shivers from having exploded all over both of their stomachs. Alfred had buried himself as deeply as he could within Arthur, hips bucking and body shaking as his warm cum filled Arthur’s body.
The two remained still for a moment, just panting and staring into one another’s eyes. Then Arthur’s legs slipped from Alfred’s waist to fall back down onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted. His chest heaved and his arms came up to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Y-You really t-tire me out these days.”
Alfred laughed as he pulled out and lazily flopped over beside the Briton, taking the smaller man into his arms. “S’cause you’re so old.”
“Actually, I was referring to the pregnancy.”
“That too.”
The American looked them over, surveying the damage for a moment. The stomachs and chests were covered in sticky white fluid. “We really made a mess…”
Arthur smirked, pulling back to stare Alfred in the face. “You can lick me clean later. For now I just need to nap.”
A whine emitted from Alfred the second Arthur closed his eyes. “Aw, hell, old man! You’re gonna make me hard again!”
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He had no idea what time it was when he next opened his eyes, but he was willing to bet it was nearly dinner time. Some time during their little nap Arthur had wriggled out of his arms and was snuggled comfortably on his side of the bed still in a deep sleep. Alfred gave a lazy smile and sat up to stretch, his legs draped over the edge of the bed. He really had worn Arthur out this time.
Pulling on his boxers, Alfred decided to go downstairs and get started on dinner. He was deterred the second he stepped off the last stair, eyes locked onto a slip of white that was laying in front of the door. Raising a brow, the American walked closer and discovered an envelop with his name on it. His curiosity only grew at this and he decided to sit down on the couch to open it. As he crossed the spacious sitting room he wondered how whoever sent this letter knew that he was with Arthur instead of at his Virginia home in the United States.
Tearing the envelop open, he pulled out a folded letter which he opened and proceeded to read.
“Dearest Amerique,
I hope you are well. I will not spend time with nonsense, I’ll get right to the point. I know Arthur’s secret and if you wish to keep it hidden from the others then you will meet me in Paris at this address tomorrow afternoon at one o’clock.
Have a safe flight. I cannot wait to see you.
~Francis”
Alfred nearly did a double take. A thousand questions raced through his mind that he could demand to be answered tomorrow when he met with the Frenchman. Wait, when did he decide he was going to meet with Francis? Oh, that’s right. If he didn’t then Francis would blab Arthur’s secret to the whole world, giving Arthur another reason to castrate him.
Diving off the couch, Alfred grabbed at the phone and quickly dialed in a number. His heart thudded in his chest as he listened to it ring and ring. Finally, after what seemed like hours, a small voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Matty, it’s Alfred,” he all but screamed. “Remember how you said you’d baby sit?”
Matthew made a startled noise at the volume and speed of his brother’s voice, nearly dropping the phone. “Y-Yes, but that wouldn’t be until the baby is born. Wait, w-what’s go--”
“It isn’t the baby I need you to watch,” Alfred explained. “It’s Arthur.”
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A/N: Oh boy, you guys are gonna KILL me for this one. I know, I know, another cliffhanger, mobs with pitchforks and torches, etc etc. Listen, this is how this one needed to end, I’m sorry. Be happy there was porn, alright? I wrote this one as quickly as I could because of all the people begging me for updates. I’m half asleep over here and it’s the middle of the damn afternoon! (Oh geez, am I turning into Arthur? I sound cranky!) You’re keeping me from my girlfriend! Feel loved, damnit!
Next chapter will be out as soon as I can get it done. There may be a delay since my friend from Maryland is coming for a visit and I also have a few parties and cosplay events to go to. But I promise that I won’t abandon this one!
Review, please! It helps me to go on! Thanks for reading!
Alfred raced down back alleys, narrowly avoided crashing into trashcans, and nearly broke his neck slipping on an old soggy newspaper that was wet with London rain, all in a futile attempt to catch up to his younger brother. It was a wonder he hadn’t dropped the bag of McDonalds he was clutching so desperately, but then again he wasn’t the personification of America for nothing. He hadn’t even spilled a drop of the soda that he had somehow managed to continue sipping while he ran. Yes, he truly was awesome.
A flash of blonde hair came into view as Alfred skidded into the town. Damn Matthew! He wasn’t supposed to know all the short cuts to Arthur’s house as well as the American did! Then again he was pretty sure Francis knew at least a dozen other ways to the Briton’s house that even Arthur himself wasn’t aware of. In any case, at this rate Alfred was done for. Arthur would kill him the instant he burst through the front door. Shoving another burger in his mouth, Alfred tried to savor the taste of what could very well be the last meal of his life.
The sun had already begun to set by the time he reached the mansion-like house that stood so far away from all the others. Alfred had been afraid to enter Arthur’s home on various occasions, but this was different. This time he was almost sure he would be struck down dead the second he walked in. With Arthur’s new found hormones nothing was impossible; he may even be able to overpower a hero!
Gulping down the last of his soda, Alfred bravely reached for the door handle, turned, and pushed. So far, so good. No axes had fallen on his head, no fist to the face, the ground hadn’t fallen out from beneath him. Maybe he wasn’t going to die after all!
He turned his attention to the rest of the sitting room and spotted his lover and younger brother sitting on the couch sipping tea. Arthur didn’t exactly look pleased but he also didn’t have a murderous expression on his face when he locked eyes with Alfred. He did, however, seem a little annoyed. The look in his eyes told the American that they would be having an in depth conversation later that night.
“Hello, Alfred.” The Briton ground out, tea cup to his lips.
Alfred all but ignored him, choosing instead to stomp over to the couch to scold his brother. “I told you not to do anything rash, Matty! I said it was a secret between just us!” He could practically feel Arthur’s anger radiating from the other side of the couch. He would have preferred to keep his testicles, thank you very much.
Large baby blues looked up at him from a much more innocent face than his own. “I had to see for myself. I thought you might have just been making it up like you did with that alien you said lives in your basement,” (Alfred promptly proceeded to shout “Tony is real!”, but was completely ignored) Matthew took a sip of tea and smiled. “Besides, Arthur is alright with it. He said I have a right to know, since I’m gonna be an uncle and all.”
Alfred’s shock was evident as he gaped open-mouthed at Arthur. The British nation cleared his throat and set his tea cup down on the table at his feet. “Though I’m certainly not pleased with the way he found out, Matthew did deserve to know the truth.” Green eyes locked on Alfred as he sank into the couch beside Arthur. “He offered to help us, Alfred.”
The Canadian nation gave an enthusiastic nod. “I’ll baby sit whenever you guys need me to. I promise I’ll be the best uncle I can be!”
Alfred had to smile at the image of his brother cradling his new born child in his arms. Matthew had always been very kind and caring, Alfred had no doubt that he would make the perfect uncle and be the best babysitter for their child. Before he knew it, he was lost in thoughts of his expected child. Alfred hadn’t even noticed that Arthur had lifted up his shirt to show Matthew the small swell in his belly. He snapped back to reality when Arthur took his hand and laced their fingers together.
Matthew’s eyes were large as he looked over his former father-figure’s stomach, hand hesitantly reaching forward to stroke the stretching skin. He had never felt a pregnant belly before and was more than a little nervous, but once his palm made contact with Arthur’s skin he smiled warmly and laughed. His niece or nephew was right there, right under his hand. He could practically feel the tiny movements from inside the British nation. “This is amazing…”
Arthur laughed and smiled down at the Canadian. “The morning sickness surely isn’t,” he replied, thinking of how sick he had gotten in the bathroom at the United Nations conference. “The weight gain isn’t all that pleasant either.”
“But it is amazing,” Alfred agreed with his brother, placing his hand beside Matthew’s on Arthur’s stomach. Right now there was barely enough room for both of them, but in a few weeks time that would change. “Our baby is right here, growing inside of you. That’s awesome!” Leave it to Alfred to ruin a perfectly good moment with childish terminology.
Curious blue eyes looked up into Arthur’s face. “Arthur, do you think all nations can carry babies?…” Matthew’s voice was a little softer than usual and he seemed nervous, something that only Arthur had caught.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea,” Arthur replied truthfully. “I honestly haven’t a clue how this happened. But if all nations could produce children I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been the first.”
Matthew blinked and withdrew his hand, looking thoughtful as he leaned back in the couch. “Maybe Yao would know more about it. He’s been around longer than any of us.”
Arthur sat up straight and pulled his shirt down, effectively stopping Alfred from petting his stomach any longer. The British nation turned a stern face to the younger of the North American brothers. “Now Matthew, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this. You have to understand, no one else can know.”
Once again Matthew looked confused. “But why? I’m sure the others would be just as happy as I am for you!”
Arthur leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. Alfred could tell that he was blushing fiercely because the skin of his ears started to heat up and turn a cherry red. “Because it’s downright embarrassing! I’m a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t carry children.”
“Apparently they do,” Alfred interjected, laughing a bit and lounging beside the Briton. He seemed almost proud at the fact that he had knocked Arthur up! How dare he! “They’re going to find out sooner or later, Arty. You should kinda tell them before you’re the size of a watermelon.”
Arthur’s head snapped up, green eyes staring venomously over at the American. “Don’t you dare tell me what I should do, Alfred F. Jones! This whole thing is your fault to begin with! You’ve practically ruined my entire reputation and bound me to this house for the next nine months! I should castrate you right here and now!”
Alfred’s eyes were so large that he felt like they might fall out of his skull. He had shrank so far back into the couch that he was practically inside of it. Matthew took this opportunity to come to his brother’s rescue (since he was such a kind sibling). “Arthur, shouting probably isn’t very good for the baby.”
Acidic green eyes turned on the younger brother only to calm instantly. Even when he was in a hormone induced rage Arthur could never raise his voice to Matthew. He was simply too precious. The Canadian’s smile seemed to vanquish all of the anger in the Briton until he let out an agitated sigh and muttered a soft apology, stating that what he had done wasn’t very gentlemanly.
The conversation had gone back to normal after that, with Matthew asking more questions about the baby and Arthur answering them to the best of his ability. Surprisingly, Alfred stayed quiet, still shaken from Arthur’s earlier outburst. Just what was that all about? Was that one of those dreaded mood swings he had heard about that accompany pregnancy? Arthur had screamed at him before, but his eyes had never turned that shade of green in his entire life. For whatever reason, that particular outburst had frightened Alfred a lot more than any of the others. If this was the way Arthur was going to act whenever he got angry then Alfred was in for a very rough few months.
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The weeks trickled by without incident and little by little Arthur slowly started to show. Alfred couldn’t have been more delighted by this. He had taken to speaking to Arthur’s stomach whenever the opportunity was presented. It was starting to grate on the Briton’s nerves since the American insisted on speaking in a baby voice to their unborn child, who Arthur had explained “wasn’t some dimwit who wouldn’t understand proper English.”
Arthur had grown grumpier as the weeks dragged by and he had good reason too. His back was starting to hurt him if he stood up for too long, his feet would swell up if he walked too far, not to mention he was restless from being cooped up in the house for so long. Worst of all was the fact that he could no longer perform in bed like he used to. Hell, he couldn’t even pleasure himself anymore (which Alfred found absolutely hysterical).
The weight gain was almost overwhelming. Arthur no longer fit into any of the slacks he owned and found that he had to borrow Alfred’s on a daily basis. The American had gone out and bought more pants for them both since he found that he was doing a lot more laundry and getting less back each week. The two simply couldn’t go on sharing the same pairs of pants (especially because Arthur had popped a few of the buttons off on several pairs).
Strangest of all the happenings was the fact that Alfred found that he could no longer control himself whenever he was around Arthur. It was obvious that something was different about the Briton, but Alfred had no idea why he suddenly found himself so attracted to him! He couldn’t go a day without practically attacking the pregnant man and demanding sex. This problem hit its height late one morning when Alfred was watching television downstairs and heard a shout from Arthur to come upstairs. Alfred heaved a sigh and muted the rather loud action movie he had been watching, climbing the stairs and turning into the bedroom he had come to call his own.
“Yeah? What do y--” He stopped dead in his tracks, holding onto the doorframe for stability. Standing beside the bed, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts (that was completely undone, mind you) was Arthur. He held a pair of pants in his hand, a sour look on his face.
“Did you wash these in warm water again? I think they’ve shrunk!”
Alfred’s eyes were busy going over every curve of the British nation’s body, noting how the light from the window behind him illuminated his figure. He could feel himself start to get hard the more he looked, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Arthur was irresistible to him lately! Like some kind of highly addictive drug that Alfred had become hooked on seemingly overnight! He had become some forbidden fruit and Alfred was dying for a taste.
“Alfred? Alfred, are you even listening to me?”
Surely he wasn’t, but the American crossed the room anyway to stand before his prey. Almost forcefully, he grabbed the jeans from Arthur’s grasp and threw them aside, his hands sliding down the sides of Arthur’s body.
The British man gave a gasp but didn’t pull back. “A-Alfred! What the he--”
A harsh kiss was the only way to shut him up. It also gave Alfred the opportunity to push Arthur over to the bed and gently lay him down atop it. The kiss had turned more passionate after he had gotten Arthur exactly where he wanted him. Alfred’s tongue pushed its way bossily into Arthur’s mouth, sliding over his teeth and tongue, mingling with its counterpart until Arthur’s tongue decided to fight back.
Arthur’s eyes slid shut as his body gave in to Alfred’s desires. He had no idea what had gotten into him, but with these kisses who could complain? Still curious, the second Alfred pulled back Arthur breathily asked “What was that all about?…”
Alfred stared back at him as if he were supposed to know the answer. The smile he wore was almost angelic, nearly to the point of melting Arthur’s heart. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”
A crimson blush spread over Arthur’s face, squirming as Alfred began planting a trail of kisses down the center of his naked body. Alfred’s lips eventually met with the growing bump in Arthur’s abdomen and he made sure to kiss every inch of the stretching skin lovingly. “Alfred, I’m not beautiful,” Arthur practically whispered. “I-I’m fat…”
Alfred gave the bump another kiss before lifting his head to meet Arthur’s gaze. “You aren’t fat. You’re pregnant. There’s a difference.” With this said he went back to showering Arthur’s body with kisses.
That was when Arthur realized that Alfred simply couldn’t resist the sight of him naked and pregnant. He would have to be more careful in the future if he wished to avoid being sexually attacked by the man above him. Alfred’s lips brushed over the head of his cock and that last thought quickly flew from Arthur’s mind. His breath hitched and he squirmed about a little more, gripping onto the sheets as Alfred started teasingly licking his member and taking it inch by inch into his mouth.
“A-Alf--Alfred!”
Alfred laughed around the cock in his mouth, making Arthur moan even louder. The sheets started to bunch up as Arthur bent his knees and bucked his hips, pushing himself deeper into Alfred’s mouth. The American didn’t choke, instead he started humming, causing the most sensational vibrations to run through Arthur’s body. Arthur gave a strangled moan at this and Alfred decided to silence him by snaking a hand up his body and pressing two of his fingers to the man’s lips. Arthur let him in without hesitation, tongue slipping and sliding over the digits to get them good and wet. He started mimicking Alfred’s motions and movements, doing to the fingers what was being done to his dick.
Using his free hand, Alfred fumbled with the button of his jeans until he got it undone. He was able to slip out of the pants and in a matter of seconds they lay on the floor beside the pair he had taken from Arthur earlier. His boxers were even easier to get rid of, and soon he was just as naked as Arthur was. Without opening his eyes he blindly fumbled in the bedside drawer for the tube of lubrication, not even needing his sight to find it. This was when he took his hand back from Arthur, earning a whimper from the shorter man.
Arthur pushed himself up weakly onto his elbows, watching Alfred unscrew the cap of the lube. The American poured a decent amount into his hand which disappeared behind Arthur’s stomach as soon as it was lowered to coat his penis. Arthur cursed his stomach for being so big. He could hardly even see the tip of his erection over it and now he was missing Alfred touching himself! Yes, this was definitely another thing he despised about pregnancy. His disappointment was quickly vanquished though when a finger pressed itself up against his entrance. Head falling back and eyes closing, Arthur relaxed himself to allow Alfred’s finger to enter.
Alfred loomed over the man below him, smirking almost devilishly as he added the second finger and began scissoring the two apart. Arthur wriggled beneath him, letting out tiny gasps each time the tips of Alfred’s fingers brushed against his prostate.
When Arthur had thought this had gone on long enough he opened his mouth to voice his complaint (and a few more moans). “S-Stop…t-teasing.”
Alfred couldn’t help but smile at that, fingers halting in their places. He stretched out until he was able to give Arthur a little peck on the lips. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”
Pulling his hand out, Alfred grasped Arthur’s small hips and positioned himself, pressing the tip of his cock gently into Arthur’s stretched entrance. The Briton’s eyes screwed shut and he hissed as Alfred slid inside, gripping the sheets so hard that he could have torn them. Alfred stopped for a moment to allow Arthur to get used to the feeling, waiting for the pain to subside before he started a rhythm for them to follow. Arthur may have not noticed, but lately during their love making Alfred had been going much easier than usual. He knew it wasn’t possible for him to hurt the baby, but he still worried and began treating Arthur more delicately. His eyes glanced down at the rounded belly pressed to his stomach and he smiled, vaguely wondering if the baby was enjoying this as much as its parents.
Arthur’s throat had gone dry only minutes after they started and he was gasping for air, hips practically convulsing to try and get as much pleasure out of this as possible. The hormones truly were driving him mad. It was impossible for him to calm down once he got turned on now. The only way to satisfy him was to have sex until the feeling dissolved. He figured it was tied in to his mood swings, but neither he nor Alfred complained about it.
He soon felt teeth on his neck and his arms came up to drape over Alfred’s back. The younger nation bit down on the skin, sucking and nipping until he left a pattern of red marks that would match the ones that Arthur had left on Alfred’s back with his nails. To the best of his ability, Arthur wrapped his legs around Alfred’s hips and found that the cock inside of him instantly struck his prostate. Yes, this was the right angle. Now if he could only hang on long enough. Alfred sensed that Arthur was starting to get tired and wrapped an arm underneath his bottom half to help support him, diving deeper inside the warmth that was his lover.
Arthur opening his eyes and just stared up at Alfred as he made love to him. It was something he loved to do. Alfred’s eyes always held the most fascinating emotions, emotions that Arthur couldn’t quite name at the moment being as his brain was somewhere else entirely.
His cock began to throb, precum dripping from it to get lost between their bodies. Arthur felt himself starting to shudder and looked desperately into Alfred’s eyes. “I-I’m going t-to--”
“Me t-too!”
Both sets of eyes clamped shut and Arthur’s head tilted back as his body was wracked with shivers from having exploded all over both of their stomachs. Alfred had buried himself as deeply as he could within Arthur, hips bucking and body shaking as his warm cum filled Arthur’s body.
The two remained still for a moment, just panting and staring into one another’s eyes. Then Arthur’s legs slipped from Alfred’s waist to fall back down onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted. His chest heaved and his arms came up to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Y-You really t-tire me out these days.”
Alfred laughed as he pulled out and lazily flopped over beside the Briton, taking the smaller man into his arms. “S’cause you’re so old.”
“Actually, I was referring to the pregnancy.”
“That too.”
The American looked them over, surveying the damage for a moment. The stomachs and chests were covered in sticky white fluid. “We really made a mess…”
Arthur smirked, pulling back to stare Alfred in the face. “You can lick me clean later. For now I just need to nap.”
A whine emitted from Alfred the second Arthur closed his eyes. “Aw, hell, old man! You’re gonna make me hard again!”
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He had no idea what time it was when he next opened his eyes, but he was willing to bet it was nearly dinner time. Some time during their little nap Arthur had wriggled out of his arms and was snuggled comfortably on his side of the bed still in a deep sleep. Alfred gave a lazy smile and sat up to stretch, his legs draped over the edge of the bed. He really had worn Arthur out this time.
Pulling on his boxers, Alfred decided to go downstairs and get started on dinner. He was deterred the second he stepped off the last stair, eyes locked onto a slip of white that was laying in front of the door. Raising a brow, the American walked closer and discovered an envelop with his name on it. His curiosity only grew at this and he decided to sit down on the couch to open it. As he crossed the spacious sitting room he wondered how whoever sent this letter knew that he was with Arthur instead of at his Virginia home in the United States.
Tearing the envelop open, he pulled out a folded letter which he opened and proceeded to read.
“Dearest Amerique,
I hope you are well. I will not spend time with nonsense, I’ll get right to the point. I know Arthur’s secret and if you wish to keep it hidden from the others then you will meet me in Paris at this address tomorrow afternoon at one o’clock.
Have a safe flight. I cannot wait to see you.
~Francis”
Alfred nearly did a double take. A thousand questions raced through his mind that he could demand to be answered tomorrow when he met with the Frenchman. Wait, when did he decide he was going to meet with Francis? Oh, that’s right. If he didn’t then Francis would blab Arthur’s secret to the whole world, giving Arthur another reason to castrate him.
Diving off the couch, Alfred grabbed at the phone and quickly dialed in a number. His heart thudded in his chest as he listened to it ring and ring. Finally, after what seemed like hours, a small voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Matty, it’s Alfred,” he all but screamed. “Remember how you said you’d baby sit?”
Matthew made a startled noise at the volume and speed of his brother’s voice, nearly dropping the phone. “Y-Yes, but that wouldn’t be until the baby is born. Wait, w-what’s go--”
“It isn’t the baby I need you to watch,” Alfred explained. “It’s Arthur.”
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A/N: Oh boy, you guys are gonna KILL me for this one. I know, I know, another cliffhanger, mobs with pitchforks and torches, etc etc. Listen, this is how this one needed to end, I’m sorry. Be happy there was porn, alright? I wrote this one as quickly as I could because of all the people begging me for updates. I’m half asleep over here and it’s the middle of the damn afternoon! (Oh geez, am I turning into Arthur? I sound cranky!) You’re keeping me from my girlfriend! Feel loved, damnit!
Next chapter will be out as soon as I can get it done. There may be a delay since my friend from Maryland is coming for a visit and I also have a few parties and cosplay events to go to. But I promise that I won’t abandon this one!
Review, please! It helps me to go on! Thanks for reading!