FRUK MPREG part 5

FRUK MPREG
               PART 5

*LAST TRIMESTER*

England laughed as France kissed him on the neck. “You bloody frog. Stop that tickles,’ England laughed as the doorbell rung. France sighed and got up. England sat up on the couch trying to support himself with the couch arm. “Hey Dude, The hero is here,” America said walking into the living room. “What do you want you bloody git?” England said. “I just came to say hello to the mother to be,” America chuckled. England rolled his eyes a tried to get up, “France you bloody frog help me up ,” England complained. France smiled and helped his lover up off the couch. “How far along are you?” America asked. “eight months,” England said. France held keeping his pregnant lover up straight. England moved away from him and headed towards the bathroom. America sat on the couch. “Is there a specific reason your here. I don’t remember inviting you in,” France said as England waddled back in. England walked over and held onto France.

America sat in shock as England made out with France. “I love you,” England said as he yanked away from his lover. France smiled and looked at America. “You can leave when ever,” he said getting a bit angered that America hadn’t left. England felt a wave of pain quickly excelerate throw his body. He grabbed his stomach and screamed out in pain. “France, Call—Call Roxy the babies are, Coming,” England whined. America quickly passed out. France Helped England up and upstairs to rest him before calling Roxy.

England screamed as America woke on the floor in the living room. He headed up stairs where England and France where. “It hurts,” England cried clenching on to France’s shirt. France tried his best to comfort his lover. England sobbed as France wrapped his arms around him. “Where’s Roxy?” England sobbed. “She’s busy she said she’d get here as soon as she could,” France explained. England  sobbed even more. “France. Please help It hurts,” England held onto the Frenchmen as if he were about to die. France sighed knowing that Roxy wouldn’t make in time. He called her up.

France got England prepared for the birth. England Felt yet another contraction and screamed. “England, On the next contraction you have to push,” France said. England nodded, “Ok, France.”
America allowed England to hold his hand throw out the birthing process. England almost broke his hand Screaming during the whole labor process. He took a Deep breath when he Heard the first baby Cry loudly. “America help me cut his Umbilical cord,” France said. America nodded and walked over to help France. “Ok England you just need to deliver Jenna and you can rest,” France said reassuring the Exhausted brit. “I don’t think I can make throw another birth,” England yawn about to pass out. France sighed, “Come it’ll be all worth it when were finally holding the babies,” France reassured him. England nodded. He screamed and tightened his grip on America’s hand. “Your almost there England one more push,” France said he waved America over. England screamed as His daughter whaled. America helped France cut the Umbilical cord.  England passed out soon after.

When he woke up France sat on one side of the bed holding Jenna in his hands. America sat on the opposite side holding England and France’s son. “Here,” America handing England’s son over to him. France smiled. “You still haven’t told me what you named him,” France said. England smiled at France, “his name is Francis Jr. after his daddy,” England said before passing out again. America toke Francis Jr. in his hands and helped France put the twins to bed.