Family prompt 1

Inspiration: friend trying to get me up this morning, you know who you are *coughdrewcough*
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but the idea? Half mine.

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Arthur Kirkland was not freaking out. So there was a little plus on the small stick in his hand, same with the other 6 on the counter. He was not going to freak out, no. Instead, he went to his bed, stick still in hand, and blacked out.
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When Arthur woke back up, he was not expecting to see the 19-year-old personification of America passed out next to him, 7 little sticks-of-doom all snapped in half all over the floor of his bedroom. He sat up and gently shook the American that had caused this all in the first place.
"Alfred…" no reply, "Alfred." That was louder but still no reply. Arthur huffed, stood up on the bed, and jumped down so he landed on Alfred's stomach. This got him his wanted reaction.
"The capital of Washington State is Oly… hiya Arthur." Alfred said the last two words nervously as the Brit glared at him.
"Why are there broken pregnancy tests all over my bedroom floor and not where I left them, love?" he asked, signaling Alfred he was only slightly annoyed and he had a chance to redeem himself.
"They were evil and glaring at me when I stopped at your bathroom to see if you were there when you didn't answer the door. You weren't there, which made me a little pissed, and I brought them all with me to look for you. I found you passed out on your bed with another one in your hands so I snapped them all before I figured out what it all meant exactly and then abruptly passed out next to you. Are you really preggers?" Alfred finished and got a slap "ow…"
"Obviously since I don't see any women living here and I always bottom you." Arthur told him with a huff before Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and pulled him down, getting a squeak from the British Nation. "Alfred, don't hold me so tight!" he whined and Alfred kissed him.
"I won't, but you don't have to continue sitting on my lap." Alfred told him simply and Arthur huffed but wrapped his arms around Alfred's chest.
"What do you want to do about this?" Arthur asked, a little worried that Alfred wanted him to get rid of the most definitely confirmed little life they had started.
"You're the one carrying him, baby. You get to choose if we get it killed or keep him." Alfred told him, basically saying "keep it! I wanna be a dad!" but with oddly more words.
"The baby will be a girl, dear." Arthur retorted to which Alfred pouted.
"I say boy."
"Girl."
"Boy!"
"Girl!"
"Girl."
"Boy…you pulled a trick on me!" Arthur accused but Alfred was smiling like an idiot.
"It worked though, so you can't blame me." He said kind of like the smart-arse he was and that Arthur loved.
"Yes, yes, and you must tell me how you do that later. But for now, let us go and make dinner." He told Alfred and was suddenly being carried down the stairs, he could get used to this for the next 7-8 months.