Male PH x Nyo America

                                       Nyo America X Male Philippines
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                                    Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
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after a week or so had passed, Juan finally had the ‘taho’ Amelia wanted, the young Filipino found himself frozen in place after returning home, a pool of fresh blood greeted him as he saw it beneath the stairs making its way towards the woman who sat on the crimson color, her face was in pain, tears cascading from her pale cheeks and it didn’t take a scientist to know what just happened in the house.

Without question and hesitation Juan left the taho on the floor and went to Amelia’s side quickly and carefully on instinct, he’s mind was blank, he’s body was moving on its own and all his brain could think was “What the hell happened!?”  He’s ear block any noise and all he could hear was the terrified cry of the pregnant American

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”

Amelia cried clutching her swollen stomach

“I didn’t intend for this to happen!”

she continued to cry; now clutching the white shirt of her partner “I’m sorry Juan!”  The Filipino really didn’t knew what to do and all he did was cradle his wife in his arms before lifting her into the air, no words left his mouth as he made his way to the car to bring her to the hospital, inside his brain he was dying, heart shattering into millions of pieces and crushed again until it was nothing but ash to be blown away by the wind, He clutch her body tighter, resisting to cry in front of Amelia, he had to be strong, he isn’t going to lose his daughter.

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                                              Time skip
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Juan sat in the bench, head bent down, hands entwined with  one another as murmurs of prayers escaped his mouth, his eyes were moistened, the tears he was trying to keep, silently escaped his eyes and flowed down to the floor, he had been waiting for 3 hours and no nurse nor doctor had left the emergency room to give him some news about his wife and child’s condition, the more time passes the more he feared for the safety of the two.

“Juan”

a female voice called from the corridor and when the Filipino looks up, he saw someone that could give him comfort for the time being “Ate Nueva” he cried and sobbed standing up but the older nation made him seat down again, brushing his ebony black hair to calm him down before he cried like he always does whenever he’s in trouble

“ssshhh… ssshhh… it will be ok mi pequeña, everything will be alright” she hushed him like an older sister she was, “Amelia is a strong woman, Si? She won’t give up easily so is your niño”

“It’s my entire fault Ate, i-if I didn’t leave her to buy a taho, she wouldn’t slip from the stairs! She wouldn’t be in here right no-” “Ok stop it Juan! Do you hear yourself? Why are you blaming yourself?! It’s neither your fault nor the bruha’s fault that she fell!”


Mexico exasperated cutting her brother off in his rant, for all she knows, Juan will continue to blame him for what had happened to the American, this is not the Philippines she had look after and it pained her to see her little island brother in the pacific crying (not that he looks cute when his crying like a child! She had to admit that)


“pero Ate-“ “No ‘buts!’ I didn’t raise you to be a cry baby! You need to toughen up pequeña, you’re going to be a padre no sooner than 2 months!”


the only thing Juan could do was nod his head and wipe the tears off his brown eyes “I-I understand” “Good! Then why don’t you go see the bruha and mi sobrina? The doctor had been waiting for you to stop crying!”

Mexico gestured to the doctor who was standing near the operating room, waiting for the Filipino to stop crying “W-Wait! He was standing there the whole time?! W-why didn’t you tell me?!” Juan looks back and forth from his sister and the doctors “Si, mi estupido hermanito, now go inside now, I’m sure Amelia’s waiting!” the older nation gave him a thumbs-up “what about you ate Nueva?” “I’ll wait for ‘Mama’ it seems she went to the wrong hospital after I called her” the brunet shrugged “go now” she urged him while smiling.


Inside the room the Filipino, after entering stood frozen in place yet again like what he had done when he had arrived at the house. Flashback of the scenario earlier played in his head and he couldn’t help but shake a bit, for a nation who had fought several times before he was colonized and for his freedom, he had seen blood-lots of them but he never once felt so scared in his immortal life.

He took a large breath and exhaled it, he did it again and again until he was sure he wouldn’t tremble once he took another step closer to the sleeping American but unbeknownst to him, Amelia woke when she had heard someone taking a large breath and exhaling it

“J-Juan?”

she asked half-asleep rubbing her right eye as her other hand rubbed her still protruding belly “is that you?” quickly Juan made his way towards her bed, the first thing he did was look at her, scanning her face, he was glad she wasn’t crying and in pain anymore,

“how are you feeling?” he asked caressing her pale hands and slowly bringing it to his lips, a little chuckle escaped Amelia’s lips “all fine now…” she trailed off placing the tanned hand of her husband to her belly “…right Lola?” she continued, and as if the baby in her stomach could understand it gave the Filipino a small kick where his hand was placed, he couldn’t help but chuckle placing his hand above his lips rubbing Amelia’s stomach

“God! Thank God! I-I was so scared I’d lost you” he said voice cracking a bit “you made Papa cry you know that hija…” he continued jokingly as he wipe the small tears off his brown orbs using his other hand, before he could wipe off the last tear Amelia wipe it off of him

“I’m sorry for worrying you Juan, I’ll be more careful next time” she didn’t get a reply from him but instead she was wrapped in the most warm embrace “I’m just so glad you two are ok!” the Filipino said pulling back from the embrace and looking to her baby blue eyes, their eyes caught each other and as if an unspoken word was said, the two of them leaned each other to kiss…



“aawwwww~ making out in the hospital~”


Immediately the two pulled away from each other after hearing a Spanish accented voice with a blush on their faces

“Ate!!?” “Mexico!!?”

“Que? Mama’s outside” she shrugged

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                                         Random time skip
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Juan and Amelia were seated opposite to each other glares in their eyes, Mexico and Canada both gave a defeated sigh as the two of them watch the couple argues and what made the situation much worst are their former care takers are also arguing

“I told you Inglaterra, mi nieta would be ‘Catholic’”

“Even if a gentleman like me has limits Isabelle! My granddaughter would be baptised in my religion!”

“We’re doing her birthday party at Jollibee!”

“No! At McDonalds! It’s more American!”

“She’s Filipino too Amelia- a ‘Filipino’ she’ll have Filipino taste!”

Mexico could only groan and rub her temples were as Canada sat quietly in the dinning table listening to the argument and at the same time not get involved in the argument since there is no way to stop both parties.

“Juan! Mi hijo~! Tell Inglaterra mi nieta would be baptised as Catholic!” Spain wailed but the Filipino didn’t really understand what his mother was saying and absentmindedly said “Si”
“yay! I told you Arthur, Lola will be catholic!” Isabelle grinned victoriously at the paled British man

“Hold your tea cup up! I’m her grandfather so at least I had a say in this!” Arthur countered and for a moment the new parents look at the British man, looking confused

“since when did you become my baby’s grandfather?” Amelia asked casually as if the words ‘Arthur’ and ‘Grandfather’ doesn’t fit together and don’t even exist to be entitled to him, a muffled giggle escape Canada’s mouth and Mexico tried to stifle her laughter but failed miserably


“ Inglaterra.. .pfft! A grandfather..? hahaha an Abuelo?! You got to be kidding!”

the Mexican woman laughed clutching her stomach, this made the Brit flushed

“How come ‘Spain’ could be called grandmother and I can’t!?!” that was true most of Spain’s former charges still call her ‘Mama’ whilst his never once did, it was so unfair

Spain snorted placing her arms over her sexy hips “because you are undeserving of that title Inglaterra”

“What?!”

“And no one calls you ‘father’ Arthur- just ‘Arthur’” Amelia added, England became gloomy at the realization that no one would allow him to be called grandfather, a hand was clamped to his shoulder making him look at the Filipino giving him an encouraging smile “Look at the bright side Arthur! At least you wouldn’t be mistaken for an old bold geezer as a grandfather!”