Big girls don't cry (pafp) (england needed!)

[align=center]"Ugh, why can't you dudes get pregnant?" Amelia grouched. After a moment of thought, she crinkled up her nose and shook her head. "Eh... That would be weird. I wouldn't wanna see you hobbling around in your eighth month of pregnancy, dying of cramps and complaining about your back." she giggled.

Bump!~ if you'd like, we can time skip to whenever you'd like if you want :L

ooc: It's no prob. xD

ic: "Mhm... But you're gonna have to put up with it when I get to that point." she sighed slowly and wrapped her arms around his back. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and then pulled away, a hand on her hip. "I suppose that it would be best that we start planning the wedding as soon as possible then, hm?"

"I should totally wear a leopard-print dress with, like, huge black stripper heels. And you could wear pimp clothes and we could go to Vegas or something." Amelia blabbered as she whirled and walked from the bathroom as if she'd not just barfed. Though it wasn't evident, she was just messing around with him. To her, a traditional wedding was perfectly fine. Or anything that Arthur wanted, really. She knew that he wouldn't want anything too flashy or exciting and she accepted that... Though there was no doubt that she would want to add her own little personal touches. And it wasn't as if it was going to be huge. Only her sister and brothers were even going to be in attendance. "Ooh, do you want to invite your brothers?" she asked suddenly, glancing over at him,"You know? Scotland, Wales, Ireland, and Northern Ireland? Actually, wait no. I think they're in the war too, and plus Scotland is a drunk a**hole." she sighed and pulled up a wedding dress site on her phone.

It was clear that the next few onths of planning would be long and tiring ones.

Amelia grinned at Maddie's comment. "I know, I know. But I love him. Really really love him." she declared, getting all warm just as she usually did upon thinking about the Englishman. Even after being in a relationship with him for nearly three months, it made her all warm and fuzzy just to think of him and happy to be around him. Yeah, it sounded super stupid and cliche, but she was kinda-sorta madly in love with the Brit. At this point, her belly had practically doubled from the little lump that it had been a month previously. It still wasn't all that large and could be hidden if she wore a baggy t-shirt, yet she still wouldn't be able to know whether or not it was a boy or girl for another two or so months. She wrapped her arms around her sister in a hug and playfully whispered into her ear,"You never know. You and old Francy could be next." she teased.

bump c:

"I dunno about that. I'd sooner be found in bed with France than I would that Italian... But don't tell Arthur I said that he would shoot me." she snorted,"Also..." Amelia began after a moment, hugging her arms around herself and looking down at the ground with a small smile. "I may or may not have been holding a little teensy weensy bit of news back from you." she admitted, looping a stand of her hair around her finger and absently twirling it around. "But I'm not going to tell you. You have three guesses."

boomp! 8)

"I'm not that fat!" Amelia squeaked in astonishment, placing a defensive hand over her belly. Upon hearing her sisters revelation about how Italians were in bed, she couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. "Oh, gee. Great. I've always wanted to know how you like it in bed, sis. 'Ppreciate it." she giggled, and then looked around. "Wonder where Arthur is." she remarked, pulling herself up onto the counter and leaning against the wall.

Seeing as how terribly Scotland and England got along, Amelia couldn't help but to smirk in amusement as she wondered how that was going. "I know I'm not fat." she replied, lifting up her chin and playfully reaching out to mess with the Canadian's hair. "This baby makes me want to eat the entire world though, oh my gosh." She smiled a little bit,"What do you think? You're gonna be called Aunt Maddie!"

"Mhm. And you can spoil the baby and do aunt things with it or something. I dunno. But I'm kinda hoping for a girl." she shrugged and slid off of the counter, absently walking over to the window and opening it up to let in some fresh air,"I figure that Arthur'll want a boy probably, but I want somebody who I can stuff into cute dresses and bows and stuff. Not that I wouldn't want a boy. I'd love a boy just as much. What would you want?" she asked curiously, turning to look at Maddie.

Amelia's face reddened yet again, but not from embarrassment. It was more out of the thoughts that flooded her head every time Arthur's face came to mind. Even now, she thought of the Revolutionary War, but those thoughts were mixed with memories of their first kiss or the feeling of his skin against hers as they held each other in bed. "I didn't really have to find him though." she snorted,"Kinda known him for a good two hundred years. It just took us a while to finally realize that we're-" she looked dramatically up at the ceiling,"madly in love. Dude, literally though. Our first kiss was in a hospital room."