Perfect Wife Chapter 17

Rating: M Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor

Characters: Estonia/America, Russia/America

Warning: BoyxBoy, Suggestive scenes, slight incest, Lemon, Swearing, Mpreg, Random things

Both human and nations names are used.

NOTE: /If it's like this, it's a thought/

This is a Fic that Kats With Shamrocks and me made together. Enjoy~

Oliver shook Dimitri awake, both boys had fallen asleep on he flight back to America from Finland's house, and it was time to land. "Wake up," Oliver whispered.

"Are we there?" Dimitri asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Yea... lets hope mom is home, I bet we are going to walk inside and he'll be making cookies!" Oliver said happily.

Dimitri nodded happily and followed his brother off the plane and back to their home.

When they got home they were greeted with the image of Eduard packing all of his stuff in boxes. "Dad?" Oliver called out softly.

Eduard turned and saw Oliver and Dimitri standing in the hallway and greeted them before turning back to his packing.

"Dad, what's going on?" Oliver asked, watching his dad pack.

"I'm returning back to my country." Eduard replied, a frown on his face.

"Why? where's mom? He's home right?" Oliver asked, worried about both of his parents.

"No. Me and your mother w-we got a divorce." Eduard said.

"W-what?" Oliver screamed, not believing his father.

"Oliver don't scream and both me and your mother decided it would be for the best." Eduard said, packing the rest of his things.
"Where's mom!" Oliver demanded to know.

"He's getting married...to Russia." Eduard said.

"No! no! Mr. Russia was raping mom! Mom was screaming and crying! There is no way he will marry him!" Oliver shouted , making Dimitri wince at the sound.

Eduard's shoulders tensed. He knew from his talk with Alfred about what Russia had dd to him but it still hurt to know Alfred had been raped. "There getting married and going to have another baby." He said.

"Mom is a slut then..." Oliver commented softly, walking to his room in anger.

"Don't call your mother that!" Eduard yelled, only receiving the slam of a door from Oliver as a response. Leaving him and Dimitri alone.

"Mama cried a lot..." Dimitri said softly, looking down at the ground before heading to his room.

Eduard felt guilt stab him like a knife.

Alfred woke up in Russia's bed, again, and shifted out quietly to not stir the sleeping giant.

Ivan shifted in his sleep but quickly settled down and his breathing went back to a steady rhythm.

Alfred opened the door, cringing as the door squeaked loudly. Alfred turned to see Ivan still asleep, which meant good news for him. Alfred left the room and headed down the hall way, with the grace of a drunk.

Ivan slept on. Mumbling softly in his sleep at the lack of heat.

Alfred made his way to Ivan's office and began to read through the information, slightly curious on Ivan's plans.

The office was in the same state Alfred had seen it earlier in the day.

Alfred began to read Ivan's plans, deciding he would change them to get home early. Alfred groaned and rubbed his stomach, feeling sick.

Ivan woke up and looked to the empty side of the bed. He sighed before getting up and looking for Alfred again.

Alfred was on the computer e-mailing England and Canada, and changing Russia's plans. "...communist..." Alfred randomly said.

"What are you doing?" Ivan asked, startling Alfred.

Alfred jumped and screamed loudly, shocked to see Russia. "I-I was r-reading your wonderful p-plans" Alfred lied.

Ivan flicked his gaze to the computer. Not believing Alfred. "Really? What are you doing on the computer then?" He asked.

"Researching," Alfred said, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Research, then you won't mind me looking at it." Ivan said, pulling Alfred into his arms as he looked at the computers screen. A dark shadow passed over his face.

Alfred looked away, not wanting to make eye contact or see the e-mails he sent for help.

"Your trying to leave me. Do you hate me so much?" Ivan asked, looking at ALfred with genuine hurt.

"Yes, Ivan, you made me hate you- I tried to put the cold war behind us and bring the boys here- but after you raped me again, I couldn't" Alfred said, looking at the ground.

"You broke our promise." Ivan said, letting go of Alfred. He went to the computer and shut it off and lead Alfred back to their bedroom.

"I-I was talking to my brothers! I-I was p-planning on inviting them!" Alfred lied.

"I thought you did not want any to see us get married?" Ivan replied.

"W-well I didn't have them there for my last wedding, and it would be a shame if we didn't invite my brothers." Alfred said, making up a plan. "And of course your sisters, and the Baltic nations, and our kids," Alfred said, lying out of his ass.

Ivan smiled at Alfred making the blond think Ivan would agree. "No"

"Why not?" Alfred asked, his jaw dropping.

"I want it to be more personal." Ivan replied, knowing Alfred was lying and trying to do something to get away from him.

/Damn Commie/..."B-but Vanya, this will be an important day for both of us," Alfred pouted for extra effects.

"Your so cute but really if your going to try to pull one over me Fredka you should really come up with a better plan." Ivan said, kissing Alfred's nose.

"Fine then! Florida is closed for life!" Alfred yelled, biting Russia's chin.

Ivan sighed and pushed Alfred into the room and walked to his office and locking the door before going to the kitchen and getting an ice pack.

Alfred sat on the bed and just glared at the door, hating every moment. "I HATE YOU!" Alfred yelled.

Ivan entered the room with the ice pack. "This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't broken our promise and then went behind my back to try to get away from me." Ivan said.

"So talking to my brothers is a crime now?" Alfred asked, crossing his arms dramatically.

"No but I would like it if you wouldn't try to escape from me every time my back is turned." Ivan growled.

"Can you blame me? I'm miles from home, I haven't see my children in days, I'm being forced to carry another baby, and I miss not having to worry about ANYONE..." Alfred said in blind anger.

"You wish not to care about anyone anymore. Do you not care about the child you carry. It may be mine but it's also YOURS." Ivan said, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"No! I liked it better when everyone stayed out of the U.S! All you Europeans and Asians and EVERYONE just stayed away!" Alfred screamed. "You think I wanted you all in my damn life? hell no!" Alfred answered.

Ivan grabbed Alfred's chin. "Don't you dare say that. I don't care if you don't want other nations in your life, but your going to be my wife and i'll be damned if I let you hurt our child.

"It'll just become a state! Michigan! Alabama! Virginia! Washington!I don't know which out of the forty eight states there are left, but I know it'll hate you! just like I do! just like Oliver and Dimitri do! just like people, your people, anyone's people hate you! Just like every nation in this world hates you! I am not scared of you, Russia, never was and never will be!" Alfred exploded.

Ivan hit Alfred hard across the face and frowned. He grabbed Alfred's chin again and made him look at him. "I don't have to be nice to you. I could beat you, rape you without a care until you are nothing but a hollow shell, lock you up and torture you for hours. But I love you and I want us to be happy. I've been trying but your pushing it." He explained, before letting go of Alfred's face and leaving the room.

Alfred rubbed the mark Ivan left on his face, tears soon falling as he realized what he said. Though a lot of it was true, he did not regret his children; even this unborn one. "I'm sorry Dimi...Oliver..." Alfred mumbled as he curled up on the floor and wept till he fell asleep.

Later Ivan found Alfred on the floor. He picked the blond up and put him into the bed. He kissed Alfred's blond hair before leaving to finish his work.

Raivis sat in his room, listening to the fight and holding his phone up for his brother to hear.

Eduard listened to the fight through his brother's phone. His anger bubbling.

"Will you help him, Estonia? America sounds sad," Latvia said softly.

Eduard took a deep breath to calm himself. "Yes but I don't know what to do."

"You saved him before, you can do it again, right?" Latvia stuttered softly.

"It was Sweden." Eduard said, thinking back to that time.

"No, you told me you saved America!" Latvia said too loud for his own safety.

Ivan heard the small Baltic's voice. He could hear the tone but not the words. He walked into Latvia's room and gave him a smile. "What are you doing?"

"M-Mr. Russia! I-I was just talking to my b-brother!" Latvia said, starting to freak out as the giant man loomed close by.

Ivan's smiled wider. "Oh Which one?" He asked, walking closer to the shaking nation.

"Est- Lith-uania!" latvia lied, squeaking as he covered himself from a punch.

"I don't want you talking to him. Alfred is mine." Ivan said, removing his fist from Raivis's gut.

Latvia fell to the floor, crying slightly as the pain rushed through his body. He nodded slowly and looked away, hanging up his phone so Eduard didn't hear them.

"Good" Ivan said, before leaving the room. To check on his bride-to-be.

Alfred sat in the bed, crying softly as he cursed Ivan to hell.

Ivan opened the door and looked in. Smiling as he saw Alfred was awake.

"What do you want, commie?" Alfred asked, rubbing his stomach.

"I came to check on you." Ivan said, closing the door behind him before walking over and sitting on the end of the bed.

Alfred looked over at Ivan, a glare in his eyes. "I'm fine, go away," Alfred ordered.

"You are not going to do anything regretable will you?" Ivan asked seriously.

"I regret giving you trust, Russia," Alfred spat rudely.

"You broke the promise first." Ivan spat, his eyes narrowed at Alfred in anger.

"I meant before that, I should have sent the army to rescue Dimitri... I should never trust a loon!" Alfred growled.

"It doesn't matter. We'll be married soon." Ivan said, getting up while ignoring the small flinch from the American.

"Whatever," Alfred said, pulling the blanket over his body.

Ivan smiled and kissed Alfred's head before leaving the room.

Alfred curse softly, praying for the safety of his sons. 'Dimitri, Oliver- please be safe...' Alfred wept softly.

LINEBREAK

A few months passed and it was time for Ivan to take Alfred as his beautiful bride. Alfred was now showing his baby bumb,even though he was still angry at Ivan he now kept his angry in.

Ivan smiled happily as he finished last minute details for his and Alfred's wedding.

Alfred was messing with the shoes that Ivan got him to wear, messing with the heels and groaning as he did so.

Ivan hummed as he left the room to go change into his tux.

Russia's phone rang, though Alfred did not hear it, and it would not stop ringing.

Ivan picked up the phone. Not bothering to check the ID. "Hello?" He asked, holding the phone inbetween his ear and shoulder as he buttoned his shirt.

"Russia, I am going to kill you," a dark and monotone voice said.

"Canada, nice to hear from you." Ivan replied, not at all fazed by the Canaian's threat. While he continued to put on his clothes.

"What the hell are you doing to MY brother? We had a deal! I let it slide with you raping him, but marriage? We had a deal!" Canada yelled. Alfred had his ear against the door, listening to Russia.

"If I remember correctly, you did not even show up to be with him the first time. There for you gave up your rights to and the deal no longer exists." Ivan said, putting on a black vest.

"And then you go and kidnap him again! I will send every military unit to get him back! You said you would get a child and give me Alfred! Now look!" Canada screamed. Alfred covered his mouth in shock, hearing Ivan's and Matthew's words.

"What if Alfred gets hurt during your rampage?" Ivan asked, his eyes darkening.

"Rampage? I just want him home with me! You damn Soviets have ruined my plan and my brother! Is he some loose whore now?" Matthew yelled.

"No and don't you dare say that." Ivan growled, a frown on his face.

"You will send him home tomorrow, you can have the child he his holding- I don't care. If you do not, then I will wage war against The Federation of Russia," Canada ordered.

"You are no match for me." Ivan said truthfully.

"I would not go alone, as of now I have control over Alfred's military as well. And if I ask, France, Cuba, and England, then that would be more people against you. Now, will you release him quietly?" Canada threatened.

"That may be true but I can ask for help too. China for example." Ivan said, anger in his voice.

"You know very well that China would not help you! Most of the world hates you, and America's army alone could destroy half of Russia in a day!" Canada yelled, starting to get pissed. Alfred listened, wondering what his brother was talking about. "You would not like to go back on our deal, correct? I will let you keep Dimitri and the unborn, just give me my brother," Canada said in a softer tone.

"You will go to war and destroy countless lives and possibly harm your brother in the process for your own needs." Ivan said hatefully, bruning holes into the wall infront of him.

"You have no idea how painful it had been, loosing Alfred to all of you nations- you greedy, communist," Canada said softly. Alfred was shocked by Ivan words, not wanting to believe Canada had said something horrible like that.

"How do you even know he would love you? Let alone want to be fucked by you? What if he had your child? You think he would want that?" Ivan asked, knowing it would hurt Mattthew.

"Yes, he already loves me and we will have kids and I know he hates you!" Canada yelled.

"I don't think he loves you in that way." Ivan replied.

"And how do you now he won't?" Canada asked. Alfred's eyes were wide, hoping Ivan was over reacting.

"Because I do not think Alfred would want to bear his brother's children. Let alone one that had conspired. What if Alfred found out? Do you think he will still love you in the way you think he does?" Ivan asked.

"... He will forgive me," Canada said softly. Alfred was sitting down with tears running down his face.

"Forgive you for giving me premission to impregnate him with my child? For threatening war that could end up harming him?" Ivan asked.

"I just want him home!" Canada screamed. Alfred opened the door, wearing his heels, and looked at Ivan. The Russian noticed Alfred's face was red, his make up was smeared, and tears were dripping down his face.

Ivan was quiet before he offered Alfred the phone.

Alfred grabbed the phone, but said nothing to his brother.

"Ivan dammit, Just send him home. Alfred belongs with me!" Matthew yelled, not realizing his brother was on the phone.

"Matthew..." Alfred said softly.

"A-Alfred" Matthew stuttered, at a loss of words now that he was talking to his brother.

"So you two were both in on this suck plan?" Alfred asked, glaring at Ivan.

"No, I mean- Alfred I love you. Just come home." Matthew pleaded.

"As much as I would like to come home, I can't, I'm stuck here until the wedding papers are signed, then I'll go home to my sons," Alfred said coldy, his voice dripping with anger and depression.

"You don't have to. I've already told Ivan to send you home or it will be war. Just come home right now." Matthew said.

"I made a deal with Russia, I will be returning home soon. And I think you should rethink talking to me," Alfred said as he hung up Ivan's phone and handed back to the Russian.

"Alfred wai-" Matthew tried to say but was hung up on. He stared at the phone before he threw it into the wall. Sitting down on the coach. He buryed his face in his hands.

Ivan took the phone from Alfred. Not saying nything unless he upset Alfred more.

Alfred made his way back to his room to put on his wedding attire, though he was very pissed at Ivan.

Ivan quickly changed into the rest of his clothing before going to Alfred's room and walking him to the altar.

Alfred was quiet through the wedding, though he did answer the 'I do's; but he said no vows.

"I do" Ivan said, bubbling with joy. Finally when the priest said he could kiss his bride. Ivan leaped at the chance and brought his and Alfred's lips together.

Alfred let Ivan kiss him, but he did not kiss back nor feel happy. Instead he let Ivan pull him around like a rag doll.

Ivan frowned at Alfred's unwillingness and lack of spirit to do anything. He thought for a moment. "We still have to consummate our marriage." Ivan whispered, holiding Alfred close to him. Hoping to get a reaction out of Alfred and was greeted with a small glare.

"I'm pregnant," Alfred said, pushing himself away from Ivan.

"Then we will have to do something else." Ivan said, thinking of spending some time with Alfred just relaxing.

"You can help me pack so I can go home," Alfred said.

Ivan's smiled disappeared. "Won't you stay for awhile longer." He said, more as a demand than a question.

"No, now lets go," Alfred said, ordering Ivan instead of asking.

Ivan growled. Getting a glare from Alfred. "You will come back to visit with my child." He ordered.

"I think you should come to America, I don't trust you," Alfred said darkly.

Ivan nodded, grinning in happiness. Grabbing Alfred's clothes he started to pack them.

Alfred grabbed the suitcase and headed to the door, wanting to leave as soon as possible. "Did you already buy me a ticket, Russia?" Alfred asked.

"Private plane." Ivan replied, fixing his scarf and coat. Having changed into something more comfortable. He grabbed his own suitcase and headed to the car. Helping Alfred put their luggage in the trunk before getting seated and starting the car.

Alfred ignored Ivan, not even saying thank you. He mumbled how much he missed his kids so much, wishing he had them in his arms.

Ivan drove them to his plane. Helping Alfred onto it along with their luggage.

Alfred kept ignoring Ivan, though he did not ignore the 'Well Wishes' calls and text from the nations Ivan had informed.

Ivan didn't comment on Alfred's quietness. Knowing if he pushed it, then Alfred would get angry and stress himself out and that wasn't good for the baby.

"I'm hungry, get me some food," Alfred grumbled, looking out the window and watching the clouds as they flew past them.

The Russian nodded and made Alfred a quick meal from some food he had brought.

Alfred scowled at the food, not in the mood for Russian food. "I want Swedish meatballs," Alfred said, pushing the food away.

"We don't have that." Ivan said, setting the food on the small table infront of Alfred.

"I'll wait till I get home then, maybe Sweden will make me some," Alfred said, texting Sweden with a happy message.

Ivan frowned and snatched the phone from Alfred.

"Stop it!" Alfred winced, throwing a punch at Ivan's side. When Ivan read the message it was easily taken in a wrong way, 'Berwald! I want your balls! the text said.

Ivan frowned even more and turned the phone off and turned his eyes to Alfred.

"What?" Alfred asked, glaring at Ivan.

"What is your relationship to him?" Ivan asked, a dark aura starting to show.

"That's none of your business, Russki," Alfred said, still hitting Ivan effortlessly.

"Then there is something." Ivan said, growling. He grabbed both of Alfred's wrists tightly.

Alfred glared as Ivan and started to thrash his arms to get free. "So? So what if Berwald and I have 'something' or not!" Alfred barked.

"I don't like it. Your my wife." Ivan said, not letting go of Alfred's wrists.

"We might be married, but I don't love you- or even like you," Alfred said, glaring at Ivan as if his eyes were daggers.

"Do you love him?" Ivan demanded, catching Alfred off guard.

"I-I... Don't be silly, I haven't seen Berwald in years, unless it was just a short meeting with Eduard with us...Though...," Alfred started to say feeling a blush come to his cheeks and small giggle escape his lips.

"I'm going to kill him." Ivan muttered, letting go of Alfred's wrists and going to sit on the other side of the plane.

"No! Don't you fucking hurt him!" Alfred barked loudly.

"Then you do love him." Ivan said, a deep frown on his face.

"I don't love him and he doesn't love me, we just...," Alfred kept eye contact with no one, his face started to flustered as he thought about Sweden's body and how nice he was.

Ivan only frowned more. Staring out the window of the plane.

"How much longer till I am home?" Alfred asked.

"No much." Ivan replied, shooting a glance at Alfred.

"Good, i want to see my babies," Alfred said, resting his head on the window seal.

Ivan only nodded and kept the frown on his face.

Alfred closed his eyes as he remembered how sexy Berwald was, how he would be rough and gentle with him. "Can I have my phone back?" Alfred asked.

"No, you'll use it to talk to Sweden." Ivan replied.

"So? it's not like I'm going to send his picture or have phone sex with him, damn commie," Alfred said rudely.

Ivan's head whipped around and glared at Alfred. "If you want to talk to him you can invite him over when we get home and talk to him in person. Where I can see you." Ivan said.

"I don't need your permission to see my friends," Alfred said rudely.

Purple eyes narrowed. "He doesn't seem like just a friend though." Ivan said.

"It does not matter, does it?" Alfred said, running his finger tips over his arms.

"Of course it matters! If he's someone that you-" Ivan said, before cutting himself off.

"That I what? Love? What are you worried about Ivan? You clearly understand I would do anything to keep my kids safe, you think I would endanger them for my own happiness?" Alfred barked back.

Ivan huffed and looked back out the window. He knew Alfred would do anything to keep his children safe but he didn't quite believe Alfred wouldn't do something with the Swede.

"Soon I will have my babies in my arms, and soon I will... I will make it up to them," Alfred said softly, rubbing his stomach slowly.

After the fight both nations sat on their sides of the plane in silence. Only broken once by Ivan asking Alfred to eat.

"No, fuck off," Alfred said, looking out the window as he began to rub Nantucket.

"I thought you said you would do anything to keep your kids safe. Not eating is not keeping them safe. Especially for the one in your belly." Ivan replied.

"My kids are Dimitri JONES and Oliver Bock-Jones, plus I'm not even fucking hungry," Alfred said rudely.

"Fine! Than don't eat." Ivan said, getting up and taking the food he had placed next to Alfred earlier.

"Fine! I didn't want to! I'll just eat something at HOME!" Alfred screamed, feeling angrier by each passing second. Stupid hormones, or maybe it was just Ivan? Alfred didn't care.

Ivan nodded at Alfred's response. "Eat or don't eat. Your not going to listen to me anyway."

"You're right! I don't listen to communist!" Alfred spat before looking down at the ground before looking over at Ivan.

Ivan sighed, "I'm not communist anymore and your getting angry with me when i'm just trying to make sure the baby is alright."

"Well I don't even want this baby, but... There might be something else I would want," Alfred said, crawling over to Ivan.

Ivan didn't show any reaction to Alfred or his suggestive nature. He sighd again and turned back to the wasted food.

Ivan felt Alfred take his hand and slowly start licking his fingers, making them warm and wet. Alfred felt his body craving to be touched and pleasured, even if it was his husband.

Ivan pulled his hand away from Alfred. As much as he wanted to feel Alfred's body beneath him. He wasn't about to give Alfred something he wanted when the blond had been refusing to do anything he asked and didn't seem to care about their child.

Alfred pouted and began to rub Ivan's soft cock through his pants, seeing it as a game.

"No" Was Ivan's response. Pulling away from Alfred. he walked away and sat down in his seat. Staring out at the clouds.

"Please Ivan," Alfred pouted at his husband.

"You've ignored me all morning and have called me a communist and told me you don't care for our child. Yet, now you want my attention." Ivan said.

"I want you to fill me with your cum, Ivan~!" Alfred pouted.

"I'm not going to give you something you want when you won't do anything I want." Ivan said.

"Fine, what do you want?" Alfred asked, growing annoyed with Russia.

"I want you to eat. You haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon." Ivan said.

"Fine, then you have to touch me!" Alfred ordered as he sat next to Ivan.

Ivan smiled, he got up and made Alfred something to eat. Placing the plate of food infront the American.

Alfred began to eat the food, glaring from the pain of having to eat when he was not hungry. Alfred ate the food, growling as he did so. "Happy?" Alfred spat.

"Somewhat, I just don't understand why you don't want to eat. Unless i force you to or there is something your getting out of it." Ivan said, watching Alfred grudgingly eat the food.

"I wasn't hungry for food," Alfred said, finishing the food.

"You've have barely eaten anything in the last few weeks. Maybe something's wrong." Ivan said a bit worried.

"No, I would know if something was wrong and it's not! Alfred glared at Ivan.

"Alright" Ivan said, taking the empty plate from Alfred.

"Thanks," Alfred mumbled.

"Welcome" Ivan replied, taking his seat back by the window.

Alfred was sitting next to Ivan, chewing on his bottom lip and shaking his hips slowly.

Ivan watched Alfred.

Alfred kept wiggling his ass and looking out the opposite window as he thought about Sweden body.

Ivan smiled at the round buttom.

"I want my babies... I miss them," Alfred pouted as he kept wiggling his bottom.

"Well we are heading to your home. They will be there." Ivan replied.

"I miss home, it's so warm and nice there," Alfred purred as he kept wiggling his butt happily. He could not want to get home, see his kids, and talk to Sweden.

"It is warm." Ivan muttered, wondering if Alfred had any flowers around his house. He would have to plant some sun flowers.

"So when are you going back to Russia?" Alfred asked turning and looking at Russia, his legs were open and Ivan could see Alfred's hard on.

"We can stay in your country for awhile since it is warmer in your country and will be winter soon." Ivan replied.

"OR you could got back to Russia and I could stay home with my sons," Alfred said with a smirk.

"Where you go I will go." Ivan said, smriking back at Alfred who scowled back at him.

"You're not staying at my house," Alfred said, slowly rubbing himself over his pants.

"We'll see about that." Ivan said, getting up and walking over to Alfred.

Alfred glared at Ivan while he rubbed himself, purring as he pleasured himself.

"Just a little while ago you were begging me to touch you." Ivan said.

"I don't want you to touch me, I'm mad at you and I want Swe- ... not you," Alfred stopped himself before he kept going.

Catching the slip up. Ivan could felt his eye twitch.

Alfred did not notice the twitch, instead he kept rubbing himself till he felt his climax coming.

Ivan grabbed Alfred's wrists.

"R-Russia?" Alfred exclaimed in shock, not expecting Ivan to grab him.

"Do you want to be fucked?" Ivan asked.

"Not by you," Alfred said, trying to get his wrist free. "I don't want you," Alfred said softly.

"Just a few minutes ago you wanted me to fill you with my cum, to be inside you. Now you want him don't you!" Ivan said, raising his voice as he gripped Alfred's wrist tighter.

"I-I...I w-want you," Alfred lied, but he just wanted to please himself and then go home. He did not want Ivan anymore, his hormones for being touched by someone else seemed to have just died.

Ivan smiled and release Alfred's wrists before bringing the blond into his arms. Bringing Alfred into a kiss.

Alfred did not kiss back, back he did not push away from Ivan. Alfred pulled his mouth away and began to whisper softly, "I'm sorry you think I want someone else, I'm just so horney," Alfred semi-lied as he kissed Ivan's neck softly.

Ivan smiled, glad Alfred was finally showing him affection after months of insults or simply Alfred ignoring him.

"C-can we just cuddle?" Alfred asked, kissing Ivan's neck.

Ivan pulled away slightly before sighing and nodded. He pulled Alfred into a seat so the blond was sitting on his lap.

Alfred looked down at the floor and cuddled into Ivan's chest, thinking about Sweden and his kindness towards him. Ivan felt something poking him, Alfred's boner.

"your hard" Ivan stated, rubbing Alfred's erection.

"S-stop, R-Russia," Alfred moaned and his face began heating up.

Ivan kept rubbing Alfred's bulge before slipping his hand under the blond's pants and stroking the throbbing shaft.

"S-stop..." Alfred moaned before he started bucking his hips to get more contact. "B-Ber-...wald..." Alfred moaned as he already leaking shaft was touched.

Ivan roughly grabbed Alfred's shaft. Squeezing it tightly before practically shoving Alfred off of him before he pushed him into the chair. "Liar, you said you wanted me but you want him!"

"Okay! Fine! I want Sweden! I love him! But I am married to you," Alfred said before covering his stomach encase Ivan snapped and tried to hurt the babies Alfred hated.

"Your mine I won't let anyone take you from me." Ivan growled, turning away from Alfred and disappearing into the cockpit. Shooting a look at Alfred that kept the blond from saying something back at him.

Alfred glared at Ivan and began to claw at his stomach in rage and blind anger, pissed at his 'husband'. " I hate you! I hate you!" Alfred said as he went to punch himself.

"What the hell are you doing!" Ivan yelled, seeing the red marks on Alfred's stomach and Alfred's hand balled up in a fist and raised above his belly. Looking like he was going to punch it.

"None off your business!" Alfred spat back as he almost slammed his fist on his swollen stomach.

Ivan quickly grabbed ALfred's wrists. "You've gone to far!" He yelled.

Alfred glared at Ivan, preparing his insult. "Like I would want another child from you! You're communist, you caused genocide of your own people for NO reason, you're insane! Heartless! and I Fucking HATE YOU! It's my body and I can do what ever the FUCK I WANT!" Alfred yelled.

Ivan slapped Alfred hard enough to send the blond reeling back into the seat. Ivan stared at Alfred with cold purple eyes. "You won't talk about my people. I can just as easily bring up the wrongful things you and your people have done too."

Alfred covered where Ivan hit him, his eyes widening with shock before hardening with a cold glare."I will talk about who ever I want, how ever I want! We're in America, free speech!" he yelled, tears rushing down his face.

"I don't care but I will NOT allow you to harm our child. Whether you like it or not." Ivan said.

"You can't stop me! I can do what I want! I'm an independent country! go boss around your Baltic fuck toys!" Alfred yelled, tears spilling down his face.

Ivan frowned before smirking. "You mean like your ex-husband?"

"It's over between him and me, so yes my ex-husband!" Alfred spat angrily.

Ivan smiled, more glad than angry with Alfred's response. Happy to know the blond didn't seem to have anymore romantic feelings towards the Estonian. Ivan took a seat across from Alfred to make sure he didn't do anything more that could hurt himself or their child.

"Stupid vodka drinking-fat ass communist," Alfred spat as he looked away.

Ivan ignored the comment. Pulling out a small book and began to read it.

Alfred closed his eyes, falling asleep for the rest of the trip home.

After a few hours they finally arrived to the American nation's homeland. Renting a car they travled to America's home in silence.

Alfred felt his whole body shaking happily, excited he was going to be seeing his kids. Alfred jumped out of the car, not caring if his running was harming the unborn. He almost kicked down the door to get inside, but lucky the door was unlocked.

"Oliver? Dimitri?" Alfred yelled loudly.

"Mom?" A small voice called before Dimitri appeared in the doorway to the living room. His face lit up and he ran to his mother and hugged him.

"Dimi!" Alfred screamed, taking his youngest son in his arms and spinning around while he held Dimitri in a tight hug. Oliver came running in shortly after his brother, latching onto America like a magnet.

"Mom!" Oliver cheered as he nuzzled his face into Alfred's chest.

"Oh Lord I've missed you both! How have you two been?" Alfred asked, hugging Oliver with one arm.

"Good, we've missed you." Oliver said, hugging Alfred tighter.

"Alfred paused and placed Dimitri down and let go of Oliver, which made the two boys look at him awkwardly. That is when they noticed the large bump where Alfred's stomach was suppose to be.

"Mom, please tell me you jsut gain too much weight," Oliver said, eyeing the bulge with a deadly glare.

"Boys, mommy is pregnant ...again," Alfred said softly.

"NO!" Both boys wailed.

"N-now calm down, we will have to make the best of this. I have already tried to fix it," Alfred spat as he looked behind him to see Russia standing there with a crooked smile.

"What is he doing here?" Oliver asked, pointing a accusing finger at the tall Russian.

"H-he... we got married.." Alfred said looking away from all three males.

"WHAT! Mom you can't...no...I-it's a lie. A lie!" Oliver yelled, backing away from both his mother and Russia.

"Oliver, I had to do it, it was the only way to get to you two as fast as possible," Alfred said, reaching out to grasp hold oldest son. "I-I tried to get ride of it, b-but I couldn't," Alfred said softly, using his free hand to try and grab Dimitri.

Both boys stepped away from their mother.

"Boys... please don't hate me, p-please," Alfred begged, tears dripping down his face.

Oliver gave his mother a blank look. Shaking his head at Alfred before turning on his heel and walking away without a word. He didn't know how to feel about the situation. He didn't want to hate his mother but he couldn't believe he had married Russia and was carrying the Russian's child.

Dimitri looked between his brother and mother. Inusure about what to do. He stood silently watching Oliver walk away.

"Oliver! Dimi...," Alfred said softly, leaning down and picking up Dimitri.

Oliver continued to walk away without turning back. Closing his bedroom door behind him. He sunk down to the floor letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding along with a sob. Tears slid down his face and he buried his head into his arms that were crossed ontop of his knees.

Dimitri let himself be held. Smiling softly at the heat of his mother he had been missing all these months.

"Russia, why don't you go sit somewhere? I need to talk to my boys," Alfred said as he carried Dimitri to Oliver's room. Alfred kissed Dimitri's forehead and just held him tightly, Alfred knocked on the door softly.

Ivan nodded watching Alfred walk downt the hall to his eldest son's room before heading to the living room.

"Oliver? please open the door for mommy," Alfred said, knocking with one hand and holding his little Dimitri in the other.

"No" Oliver sobbed.

"Please, I know you're mad; but we will make it work! You don't ever have to see Russia if you don''t want to, just please talk to me," Alfred said, tears running down his cheeks.

"That's not the point! I doesn't change the fact your married and pregnant by Russia!" Oliver yelled through the door.

"I didn't ask for this! I just wanted to get home! a mother- any parent- will do what ever they can to get to their children and never let them go..." Alfred said, placing his hand on the door handle and trying to open it.

Oliver didn't answer. He was still crying as he looked at the jiggling door handle. He had locked it as soon as he had had closed the door earlier.

"You have until the count of three to open this door, young man!" Alfred yelled, putting Dimitri down and putting his hands on his hips.

Slowly Oliver unlocked the door and opened it a crack to see his mother with his hands on his hips and a angry look on his face. "What?" He asked.

"Manners!" Alfred barked, his motherly mood swings were starting to burst.

Oliver jumped feeling like he was about to cry. He opened the door and stepped out. His shoulders heaving slightly from barely contained sobs.

"Oliver, another state is going to be born soon and it will be your baby siblings. You better be lucky and stop acting like a brat!" Alfred yelled. "I love you so much, I love both you and Dimitri so much," Alfred said, kissing Oliver on his forehead.

Oliver started to cry. Both frightened by his mother's yelling and confused by the sudden change to a loving attitude.

"I...I need a drink, you want to make cookies?" Alfred asked, craving something sweet.

Oliver nodded, his tears oblivious to Alfred but not Dimitri until their mother finally noticed Oliver was crying.

Alfred kissed away the tears and took Oliver by the hand and the took Dimitri's, pulling his kids to the kitchen. Russia saw the three heading to the kitchen, hearing Alfred singing a childish song.

Oliver and Dimitri followed Alfred to the kitchen. Oliver glancing into the living room and seeing Ivan. He glared, only to recieve a smile from the Russian before he disappeared behind a wall as they entered the kitchen.

Alfred began to pull out things for cookies, Swedish tea cookies to be exact. Alfred stopped and placed his hand over his stomach, which made his kids look at him oddly.

"Mama are we going to bake the cookies?" Dimitri asked.

"Y-yea...We should send some the a few other, right? lets be super nice and make some for Sweden and Japan and England and France, okay?" Alfred asked, pulling out a few eggs for the batter.

Dimitri smiled and grabbed some bowels to mix in and Oliver grabbed the cookie sheets and other things they would need to make their treat.

Alfred stopped and made a painful grunt, covering his stomach with one hand and grabbed onto the counter for support with the other. "Shit!" Alfred screamed, feeling pain in his stomach.

Dimitri and Oliver stopped what they were doing and ran over to their mother. "Mom what's wrong!" Oliver yelled, running over to Alfred.

Ivan ran into the room after hearing the scream and yelling. "Fredka what's wrong?" He asked.

"It hurts!" Alfred said, letting out a few loud grunts and pained moans before stopping and pouring a cup of water to drink. He drank half the cup and sighed, slamming the cup down.

"Mama?" Dimitri said, hugging onto his mother's leg.

"Ivan! call my doctor and watch the kids, I'm going there now!" Alfred yelled.

Ivan nodded, running to the phone and quickly calling the doctor.

Dimitri continued to cling to Alfred's leg. While Oliver held onto Alfred.

"Fuck!" Alfred screamed, holding onto his stomach and weeping softly. "Dimi, you and O-Oliver need to get in the car n-now!" Alfred groaned.

Oliver nodded, leaving to the car followed by Dimitri. Ivan came back and helped Alfred to the car. Buckling Alfred into the passenger seat before getting into the drivers and driving to the hospital. Once they arrived he rushed Alfred to the ER.

A nurse helped Alfred into a wheelchair, taking him to his doctor. Ivan and the boys followed closely, seeing America in pain. "We will need you three to wait out here," the nurse said before closing the door to the room they took Alfred in.

Ivan stared worriedly as Alfred was wheeled away.

Ivan heard doctors yelling at each other and hearing them injecting Alfred with shots and Alfred's screaming from the needles injected into his skin.

"W-Will mama be alright?" Dimitri asked, on the verge of tears. But he recieved no answer from his father or brother. They could only wait.

There was a horrible silence for a few hours, the only sound was when new doctors or nurses would walk in with medicine or tools that were needed. A young male nurse walked out, holding a file and a sad look on his face. The nurse stood infront of Ivan and the kids, scanning their faces.

"Something went wrong," was all he said to the three males.

"What went wrong? Where is Alfred and the baby?" Ivan asked, his tone desperate.

"W-well, something happened to cause the babies stress; and so was pushed into a forced labor- a-and... both are under extreme watch and surgery. We don't know if any will make it over night, I'm very sorry sir," the man said softly.

"I want to see mother!" Oliver shouted.

"I'm sorry, you can't. Not until we are sure he will live till tomorrow," the nurse said before turning to go back into the room. Oliver remembered the small spat him and his mother got into before this happened, not knowing about Alfred's cruel attempte on the plane.

Dimitri burst into tears at the nurse's words.

"S-should we call uncle Mattie?" Oliver asked Ivan before he grabbed his little brother and hugged him tightly.

"No, what good would that bring. He'll just be waiting here for hours like us and it will most likely develop into a fight." Ivan replied.

"What do you mean? Uncle Mattie is good, he always helps mom," Oliver said, cocking his head to the side innocently. Oliver held Dimitri protectively in his arms. Oliver felt that he could not cry, after all he was his mom's hero; and heroes don't cry.

Ivan ignored Oliver's words. Knowing what Matthew was truely like and would do if he was here with them.

The three waited longer, but got no word on how Alfred or the babies were. It grew to be extremely late, and both boys fell asleep in the uncomfortable chairs. It was about three in the morning when an actual doctor came out, blood covering his uniform and the gloves he was taking off.

"Are you for Mr. Jones?" the older man asked.

"Yes, how is Alfred and the baby?" Ivan asked, standing up.

"Babies, sir, there is two of them," the doctor said, removing the bloody gloves and throwing them away. "Mr. Jones is awake, it's a miracle that he can even breath. I have never seen such a messed up birth, but he made it out alive," the doctor said.

"Twins? Are they alright? Can I see them? Can I see Alfred?" Ivan asked, worried about his children and wife.

"Mr. Jones needs to rest and I assume you caused his stress, the children will be in the intensive care unit. You can see them in the morning, they will be moving them there soon," the doctor said.

Ivan glared hatefully at the doctor for even suggesting he was the one that caused Alfred and his children to be in this state.

"I suggest you and your children go home, Mr. Jones does not need the added stress," the doctor said before leaving the nation and the two states.

Ivan eyes narrowed at the doctor. He stood close to him. "If anything happens to him or our children. I will hold you to be accountable." Ivan said, turning from the doctor with a glare and picking up the sleeping Oliver and Dimitri.

Oliver woke up when he felt himself being picked up, looking up to see a rather mad Russia. "Is mom dead because of me?" Oliver mumble sleepily.

Ivan starred at Oliver. "No, the doctor said he and the babies are fine but we should go home and get some rest and tommorrow we can visit them." Ivan replied, walking back to the car and setting them into the back seat.

"Okay...," Oliver mumbled before falling back asleep in Russia's hold. The three arrived home and Russia placed them into their beds. Ivan noticed Alfred's cell phone on the ground, it fell out when he was arguing with Oliver, and he saw there were some missed calls and text messages from Estonia, Canada, and Sweden.

Ivan picked the phone up. Glaring at the names. He started to look through the text messages.

'Why did you not answer my call? We were suppose to talk about visitation with Oliver,' Eduard's simple message said. Russia saw a few from Canada that just asked for forgiveness and one from France, complaining to Alfred about ignoring his brother. He saw Sweden's messages, and this angered him greatly. Sweden and Alfred were flirting back and forth, until America's cravings kicked in and he started asking Sweden for some food.

'I'd be glad to give you some of my home-made food. Among other things.' One of Berwald's messages had said.

Dimitri had woken up and popped his head out of his door, seeing Ivan reading Alfred's phone. "Papa, what are you doing?" Dimitri asked, rubbing his eyes slowly.

"Just checking up and answering the other nations about Alfred." Ivan replied, slipping the phone in his pocket. "Are you hungary?" He asked.

"Oliver's papa said if I eat food too late I will get fat, so no thank you," Dimitri said, looking at the phone still lit up in Ivan's pocket. " Good night, papa," Dimitri said, his voice was sad and almost emotionless.

"Goodnight" Ivan replied, waiting till Dimitri had shut his bedroom door before pulling out the phone and looking at the messages agin that were sent by Sweden.

'Meeting in Stockholm next week, how about you and the kids come over to my house and we can go out together,' one message said, and the reply was a long 'yes' typed by Alfred.

Ivan growled, he knew there was something between them.

'Great, I got a few new books for the boys to read and you and I can have our own fun,' Sweden's message said, 'Perfect, I can't wait' that was the last message before Alfred put the phone down to deal with Oliver.

Ivan's frown grew. His anger boiling.

Sweden sent a few messages asking Alfred where he was, wondering why he was not answering him.

Ivan threw the phone. It landed on the coach with a thud.

Ivan was forced to wait out the early morning, finding a bottle of Vodka that Alfred and Eduard had for when they wanted to drink. Oliver was the first up, since he started taking care of Dimitri as best as he could. Oliver walked to the kitchen, shocked to see Ivan sitting on the couch with his father's vodka and one of Alfred's home magazines.

"Good morning" Ivan said, not looking up from the magazine as he took another sip of vodka.

"Are you hungry? I was going to make pancakes for Dimitri and me..." Oliver said, looking at the Russian man.

"That would be nice." Ivan said, flipping a page in the magazine.

Oliver started making pancakes, and by the time he was done Dimitri had walked in as quietly as possible and sat down at the table. "Are we going to see mama now?" Dimitri asked, not caring for his breakfast.

"Soon, you should eat first. Your mouth would get worried if he knew you weren't eating." Ivan said, looking up from the magazine.

"Okay, then we get to see mama. Oliver can we bring mama flowers?" Dimitri asked, his face lighting up as Oliver placed a few pancakes on a plate for him.

"We should be able to." Oliver replied, setting a plate for him and Ivan out before he began to eat his breakfast.

The three ate and sat in silence, expect for Dimitri asking Oliver to stop taking all the Maple syrup. Once they finished Dimitri ran to his room and threw on clean pair of pants and a nice shirt, wanting to look nice for his mama. He felt so happy he was going to be with Alfred again, since their time yesterday was cut short.

Oliver and Ivan changed their clothing also. Once they were done all three of them got into the car and headed to a flower shop. Oliver and Dimitri picked out tons of flowers for their mother before they went to the hospital.

"Mama likes roses," Dimitri said, looking at the nice arrangement the florist did for them. "Papa, will mama like these?" Dimitri asked, a goofy grin on his cute face.

"I'm sure he will." Ivan said, smiling softly at his son. As they paid for the flowers and headed to the hospital.

The three walked to Alfred's room and pushed the door open, seeing Alfred sitting up in his bed with dull blue eyes looking at nothing.

"Mama we brought you flowers." Dimitri said, running over to his mother's side and placing the flowers on Alfred's lap.

Alfred did nothing, not even look over at his son or the beautiful flowers in his lap. He just sat there, looking dead.

"Mama?" Dimitri asked, reaching a hand out to touch Alfred but was stopped by Oliver.

A doctor saw them enter Alfred's room and followed them, looking at the two boys near Alfred and the tall man standing behind the two boys. "Can I help you?" the American doctor asked.

"Yes, we came here last night. My wife went into labor and a doctor last night had told us today we could visit." Ivan said, watching the still Alfred who didn't react at all even when he called him his wife. Ths worried the tall Russian. "Do you know what is wrong?" He asked the doctor, gesturing to Alfred.

The doctor nodded, "He was given something for the pain, he is practically asleep right now," the doctor said.

"Than mom's okay than?" Oliver asked, taking hold of Alfred's hand while Dimitri took the other.

"Yes, he will be fine within a few days. Is there anything else you need, sir?" the doctor asked Ivan.

"The twins, the babies that were bron yesterday I want to see them." Ivan said, noticing from the corner of his eye Alfred twitch.

"Very well, do you mind if we leave the little ones here? We do not allow children back there, unless they are patients," the doctor asked.

"I do not mind. They would rather spend their time with their mother." Ivan replied, following the doctor out of Alfred's room and to their babies.

The doctor showed his pass and escorted Ivan to the twins, who were both in the nursery. He stopped in front of two extremely small babies, both whimpering softly in incubators to keep them warm. "There they are," the doctor said.

"Will they be alright?" Ivan asked, worried for the tiny babies.

"Well, it's not uncommon to have premature babies die within a week of birth; but they seem to be fine and stable," the doctor said, bringing good news to Ivan's mind.

Ivan nodded at the doctor's words. "Will my wife be alright?" He asked.

"He might be traumatized, but he will be physically fine," the doctor said, looking at the two babies blinding reaching for each other. "Mind me asking, what happened to cause this? Reports say it was very violent and that all three should have died," the doctor asked.

"He's been very upset about our marriage." Ivan replied, not feeling like he should say anything else about his and Alfred's private life. Especially about what Alfred tried to do to himself to get rid of the children.

"Ah, well he must have been really upset," the doctor chuckled before grabbing Ivan's arm. "You should leave, Mr. Jone should be up soon," the doctor said, pulling Ivan to the door.

Ivan nodded, looking back at his frail children as he was lead from the room and back to Alfreds.

When Ivan walked in he saw Alfred crying and the two boy freaking out as Alfred cried an mumbled. "I-It's all my fault...It's all my fault..."

Ivan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Dimitri climbed into his lap crying. Not knowing what to do. While Oliver clung to Alfred.

"Ivan! are they alive! Please tell me they are okay! in Heaven...they aren't here," Alfred panicked, rubbing his stitched stomach.

"They are alright. The doctor said they are fine and lucky." Ivan said, holding Dimitri to him but kept his eyes on Alfred.

"But it's my fault, all my damn fault," Alfred cried out.

"Alfred don't stress yourself out. Your scaring Oliver and Dimitri and you might open your stitchs or worse." Ivan said.

"But I killed them... didn't I? They died- their not here and their dead..." Alfred cried, making no since to his children. To his sons it sounded like gibberish, to Ivan it sounded like guilt and insanity.

Ivan sighed, he set Dimitri on a nearby chair and moved Oliver away from Alfred. He picked up Alfred and carried him to the doctor as the blond kept crying and saying it was his fault.

"You will show him our children." Ivan growled, silencing anything the doctor was about to say. The doctor quickly showed them to the small infants. "Alfred look. They are alive." Ivan said, forcing Alfred to look at the two babies that were squirming slightly in their incubators.

Alfred's eyes shot open and he pressed his hands on the glass, his breathing began to slow down and tears came to his eyes. "...My babies are alive?" Alfred asked his husband.

"Yes, the doctor said they would be fine." Ivan said.

"They are so cute... they are so tiny...so...," Alfred said, smiling at the two small babies.

Ivan smiled, glad that Alfred looked happy and for their children.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, my sweet little...my little states," Alfred said, falling to his knees and crying softly. "W-when can I hold them?" Alfred asked, remembering the milk he had for the babies.

"I do not know" Ivan said, frowning at Alfred's sudden change in mood to sadness.

Alfred looked at his doctor then he stood up and looked at his babies being picked up to be bottle fed by two nurses. Alfred began to tense up, not wanting his babies to be fed anything but his own milk. "NO!" Alfred screamed, punch the glass and cracking it.

"Alfred!" Ivan shouted, quickly taking hold of Alfred.

"Do not feed them that! they'll die!" Alfred screamed, thrashing around in Ivan's arms. The doctor and the nurses were in shock and the babies were crying loudly. "I will have you all fired and hung!" Alfred yelled, making the humans freeze in fear.

"Doctor is there anyway my wife can feed our children himself." Ivan asked, holding tightly to Alfred but not tight enough to hurt the blond or his stitchs.

"B-but both of them are weak, they could die-" the man said, but Alfred kept thrashing.

"Believe me it will be better for them to have their mother's milk than another." Ivan said.

Alfred relaxed in Ivan's arms and nodded. Allowing Ivan to lead him back to his room as they waited for the nurses to bring them their babies.

Alfred removed his shirt and sat in the bed, letting the two tiny infants suckle his breasts. "Look how hungry you two are, I know you both hate mommy right now; but I will make it up to you both," Alfred mumbled as they suckled him. Oliver and Dimitri shared disgusted faces at the scene, wondering if they did that as babies as well.

Ivan almost laughed at the faces that Dimitri and Oliver were making but bit it back. Not wanting to ruin the Alfred and the twins moment.

"So tiny... so tiny...so tiny," Alfred mumbled as he leaned back and rested his back again the bed, which was elevated so Alfred was always in a leaning sitting up position.

"What should we name them?" Ivan asked.

"...I don't know...I think England should name them- they are part of the old British colonies," Alfred mumbled softly.

"Mama! Can me and Oliver name them?" Dimitri asked suddenly. Looking at his mother with pleading eyes.

"D-Dimi... sure," Alfred said with a sweet smile, his eyes glued to his nursing young.

Dimitri grinned. "Are they boys or girls?" He asked.

"They are both boys." Ivan answered.

"Okay, than he should be named Nikolai." Dimitri said, pointing to the baby closest to him which was on his mother's right side. "Oliver you get to name the other."

Oliver shrugged he couldn't think of a good name for the baby. "Lev?" He finally said. Saying it more as a question. Unsure if his mother would like it.

"Mom do you like those names?" Oliver asked.

"Their both Russian...I guess, as long as these two are happy," Alfred said, rubbing the babies' backs. "Lev...and Nikolai," Alfred mumbled.

Dimitri and Oliver smiled and looked closer at their younger brothers now that they were done nursing. Both boys had soft blond hair a few shades lighter than their mothers and Nikolai's skin was slightly more tanner than Lev's skin.

"Virgina and West Virgina... Nikolai and Lev..." Alfred smiled, labeling his new kids. "I know you both will hate me, but I'm sorry I did this to you both," Alfred said softly.

Nikolai squirmed in his mother's arms and Lev yawn.

Alfred began to cry softly, making Ivan and the boys stare in shock at the weakness Alfred was showing. "I will make sure that you two are given the best, all of you," Alfred said, looking at Dimitri and Oliver.

Dimitri and Oliver smiled and told Alfred they loved him.

"I love you too," Alfred said, before closing his eyes and holding his twins close to his swollen chest. "Ivan, I want to go home now," Alfred said.

Ivan nodded, getting up and talking to the doctors. After some arguing and a little threatning on Ivan's part they worked out a plan. The couple would brng home the babies in a few day along with the incubators and everything else they would need to take care of the premature babies at home.

"It is going to take too long, I want to go home now," Alfred said, kissing his sons' foreheads. Alfred closed his eyes, he knew his sons were not able to go home yet.

"Just think about their health. They will be home soon enough." Ivan replied.

"I know... I know...Ivan, why don't you get England to come here? He will help... he always does," Alfred mumbled.

Ivan sighed. "Do you think that will be a good idea? It's barely been a day. You should rest a bit before seeing anyone." Ivan replied.

"I have been blocked from my brothers... all I ask is if England can come here," Alfred said, his eyes growing heavy.

"If that's what you want." Ivan said reluctantly. He didn't want Alfred's brothers anywhere near Alfred but he didn't want Alfred to get angry and start to get stressed out.

"T-...Thank you...," Alfred said as he began to fall into a deep sleep, his arms falling to side.

Ivan nodded to the sleeping blond. Glad the babies had already been taken by the nurses back to their incubators. He let out another sign and walked out into the hallway. Taking his phone out of his pocket he dialed England's number and left him a message telling him to come to the hospital.

Oliver placed his head on his mother's chest, hearing the man's heart beat. He placed his hands over his mothers and closed his eyes, ignoring the nurses complaining to each other about the kid who might tear Alfred's stiches.

Dimitri had fallen asleep in the chair in the corner of the room only a few minutes after his mother had fallen asleep.

"Russia, is mom going to keep them?" Oliver asked, rubbing Alfred's smooth hand in his.

"Of course." Ivan replied.

"Why?" Oliver asked, calmly looking up at Ivan.

"Because they are our children." Ivan said.

"But he doesn't love you, mom and dad always said to be with who you love," Oliver said innocently.

"He will come to love me eventually." Ivan said.

"But why force him? He loves dad and uncle Berwald, he doesn't need you or two more 'things' here," Oliver said rudely.

"They are not things. They are Alfred and my children. Even if Alfred doesn't love me right now. He loves them and i'm fine with that.

"Then mom can keep them, but why you? Dad told me about you, and I love my mom, I don't want him hurt like everyone else you know!" Oliver barked like a defensive dog.

Ivan glared at the child. "Whether you like it or not your mother is my wife and you have two new brothers."

"But he doesn't love you, moron," Oliver said, holding on tightly onto Alfred's warm hand.

"For now" Ivan said, before walking out of the room to check on Nikolai and Lev.

"He won't love you, mom loved Berwald you stupid fat dummy," Oliver said before placing his head on Alfred's bed.

Ivan ignored the childish comment but still clenched his fistw as he walked out into the hallway. /It always comes back to that man./ He thought.

"It's okay mom, I'm still here," Oliver said, kissing his mother on his cheek.

Alfred shifted slightly but stayed asleep.

"I hate him... I hate him so much," Oliver said before stepping away from his mom and going off to find Ivan.

Ivan stood infront of the glass. Gazing on his small boys with love and adoration as a small smile played on his lips.

"Hey Commie, let me see your phone!" Oliver demanded, glaring at Ivan.

Ivan's head snapped toward the Estonian-American. "I'm not communist anymore and what do you need with my phone?" Ivan asked.

"To Call my dad," Oliver said, glaring at Ivan.

Ivan looked at Oliver for a moment before handing him his phone.

Oliver ran back to his mother's room, dialing one of the numbers he knew by heart. He was happy to hear the emotionless voice of his 'babysitter'/ uncle. "Mom is in danger!" Oliver exclaimed loudly.

"What is wrong? Where is your mother?" Berwald asked.

"We are here in a hospital in D.C, Russia is here and he is forcing mom to do things!" Oliver said to his uncle.

"Things? What is Russia doing to your mother? Is he alright?" Berwald asked, worried about the American.

"He is forcing mom to stay with him- mom just had two more kids and Russia is going to keep mom and make him stay... I don't want to loose him again..." Oliver said, tears running down his face.

"He had more kids?" Berwald asked, his blue-green eyes wide in shock. "Oliver where are you? I'll come get you and Alfred." Berwald said, raking his left hand through his light blond hair.

"Hospital in D.C, Russia is here do please- please get mom out alive," Oliver said before hanging up and turning to go down the hall and give Russia his phone.

Berwald nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. He grabbed his coat and boots and headed off to where Alfred was.

Oliver turned to see Russia, seeing the man's large nose in his face and a twisted smile on his face. /Shit/.

Hope you enjoyed this long chapter and side note. In June both me and Kats will be leaving for our vacations. Her in Germany and me for California. So there may not be any updating till July.