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1 and 2. I was born in America in July of 1999. My mother was from Canada, and my father was Italian.
3. When I started school, all the way until high school, I felt like I wasn’t noticed. I was always the quiet, almost invisible one that tried to do the right things and was always polite, even if it didn’t get me anywhere.
4. When I started elementary school, some of the other kids liked trading Pokémon cards and playing the video games. I got into it, at first hoping that if I played it I could make some friends, and after a while I found a love for it.
5. In the fifth grade, I found a love for reading. I tended to read a lot because I didn’t have many friends, so I found that reading was a great way to pass the time. In the sixth grade I had to read “The Lightning Thief”. It became my favorite book and book series.
6. I also joined my schools chorus in the sixth grade. The song I remember I
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Romano Part One“…Romano” you told your friend and the rest of the countries. At that, everyone got up and started to congratulate you two. Romano looked like he was going to faint from the news, but you squeezed his hand in comfort.
“You’re going to be the best father ever. Ti amo (1).” You said before you passionately placed your lips onto his.
(Nine months later)
You were being led by your now husband to a ‘secret surprise location’ as he called it. You were wearing a blind fold, Romano behind you pushing and pulling you to get to the place he wanted to go.
“Okay, here we are.” He said while taking off your blind fold.
You were speechless as you looked at a table that was set for two at your favorite restaurant. The table cloth was your favorite color, and in the middle of the table was an expensive looking vase filled with your favorite flower. The table was outside on a beautiful balcony overlooking the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was nig
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Spain Part Two“Papá, what’s that?” asked your curious daughter, Maria, who was sitting beside her father, looking at the red, chunky sauce Spain was making. Her light brown hair went down her back and ended at the middle. Her eyes were now a lighter shade of green. She was wearing a red and yellow dress that stopped at her knees and a head band with tomatoes on it.
“This is called salsa. I made it with the tomatoes and peppers you and your brother picked yesterday. I know it’s going to be great!” replied your husband.
“Can I try some?”
“Well, your mother and I like it spicy, so it might be too hot for you.”
“I can handle it! I can handle anything! Just like you!”
“Okay, here you go.”
He handed her a spoon with the tiniest bit of salsa on the tip. Just then, your son Marcos and you walked inside the kitchen, all red from the beating, hot sun outside. He had your face, and his hair color was now exactly like you
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Spain Part OneHetalia x Pregnant! Reader- Spain Part One
“…Antonio.” You told your friend and all of the other countries there. Everyone congratulated you and gave you wishes and blessings. Antonio looked like he was about to faint, but you squeezed his hand in comfort.
“We are going to have the most beautiful and wonderful child. Muchos gracias, mi amor (1).” You said as you placed your lips onto his.
(Time skip to nine months)
You were outside, helping harvest tomatoes in your now husband’s fields. Romano was here too, holding a basket full of the deep red fruits (yes, tomatoes are a fruit).
It was a beautiful day today. The sky was a brilliant blue, and there was no cloud in sight. The weather was even perfect, not like the humid, annoyingly hot days that have been keeping you inside since last month.
You suddenly felt a soft kick coming from your stomach. You took Spain’s hand and placed it upon your stomach. His face turned into a puzzled and exc
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Japan Part TwoYour POV:
“Haha (1)! Chichi (2)!” exclaimed your children as came out of their rooms with new kimono’s (3) on, ready for the festival you and Japan were going to take them to.
“You look wonderful, my kodomo (4).” You said, fixing your daughter’s kimono and tying the obi (5).
Your daughter, Sakura, looked just like you, with Japans hair color. She had beautiful (h/l) hair that was now tied back into a bun. Her (e/c) eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She was shorter than her brothers, Yuki and Kauru, who were identical twins that looked exactly like Japan. Your daughter acted like you, while your sons acted like Japan.
You looked out the window, watching the clouds go by. It was a beautiful day, with the sky a brilliant blue and the sun shining. The weather was perfect today. Even the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, the wind making the petals fall just like at your wedding.
(Time skip to the festival)
Once you arrived at the festival, you could smell
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Japan Part One“…Kiku” you told your friend and all of the other countries. Everyone walked up to you two and congratulated you on your pregnancy. Japan looked like he was about to faint from the news, but you squeezed his hand in comfort.
“You’re going to be a wonderful father. Thank you for the gift of life.” You tell Japan, placing your lips on his.
(Time skip to nine months)
You and Japan were sitting at his kotatsu (1), enjoying a meal consisting of rice balls, sushi, and traditional Japanese tea. It was a beautiful day, the sun still in the sky. There was a nice breeze, so you decided to open the windows. You were almost done with a rice ball, when you felt a soft kick coming from your unborn child. You smiled, and took your now husband’s hand, and placed it against your stomach. He smiled, and then placed his lips onto yours.
“Since zhe baby might be born soon, we should visit zhe tempre and pray for good fortune.” said your husband, who t
Hetalia x Pregnant!Reader - Germany Part TwoHetalia x Pregnant! Reader-Germany Part Two
(Time skip to about five years)
“Vatti (1)! Mutti (2)! Look at how fast I’m going!” said Ben, your now five year old son. He now had a full head of bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked just like your husband. Instead of his hair being slicked back, it was down and it made it look like Germany when he was a little boy.
Right now, he was running laps again and again, trying to be like Germany and Italy when they are training. Germany had a stop watch and was taking Ben’s time. By the looks of it, it seemed he was proud of his son and his athletic ability. After about ten laps, Ben ran to your husband, out of breath.
“How did I do, Vatti?” asked Ben.
“You did vunderbar (3) mein junge (4).” said Germany, ruffling his hair. He took Ben’s hand and walked back to the house. You were outside, reading a book on the rocking chair. You looked up to see Ben waving his hand, a huge grin on