Let's Play House

Chapter 1

England sat on his bed, knee's pulled up to his chest. His head was sitting on his knee's as the blanket fell over his leg's. He let out a sigh. So many thought's flooded his head. How could he tell him? What should he say? What if he get's mad? What if he won't help out? What if? What if? What if? England sighed and closed his eyes. Tear's came to the corner's of them. How could one little night mess up his whole life. One little night with France and now every thing was messed up. It was France's fault. No. England couldn't do that. It was also his fault for even letting it get that far. He had to call France he really had to. England picked up his phone and ran his thumb over the screen to unlock it. He looked at his back round of big ben and sighed. He can't do this but he had to. He pulled up his contact's and scrolled down to where he saw France listed. He held his thumb above that number and sighed. He can't turn back after so much force. So what if his pride would be hurt begging the French man to come over but it was already out of the window once he found out about every thing today. It was only one AM in France he wouldn't be that mad would he? He let his thumb touch the number and then the screen changed. It was a dark purple and it read calling. England winced as the first ring rang. He held the phone to his ear and tried to slow his heart beat. It was beating so fast he thought he might drop dead of a heart attack any second! It rung again, and again, and again, and again.

"Ello?" a sleepy French voice asked. England's mouth went dry but he had to force that voice out!

"France?" he asked rather softly. There was a shift on the other end of the line and England knew that France was sitting up.

"Oui? Angleterre. What is it?" France asked. "It is une le matin." France then let out a yawn. England wanted to retreat just like Italy does but he had to tell the frog!

"I know it is rather late, or well I guess early but I really have to tell you something France. If I don't now then I might not be able to tell you at all." England waited. The line was silent for a second.

"Alright. Tell me so I can go back to my beauty sleep." France sounded really tired and England bit his lip.

"A mouth ago. You remember when we, well. Ummm." England was blushing, why was this so hard!

"When we slept together in the meting room's closet and then came back to my house for round two? Oui I recall." France had that tone that England hated, that voice that made him fall for the frog in the first place!

"Well I huh." England felt his heart beat rise again and he just new this wasn't good. He took a breath and tried to calm it.

"Spit it out mon cher I am missing more and more time to sleep. My face isn't as beautiful when I don't get my eight hour's."

"Frog you bloody knocked me up!" England yelled. He stopped and his eyes went wide he didn't mean for it to come out so mean and hateful. After all he was happy to have a cute little child run around with a smile, but it was the frog's, and he did have a right to know.

"Un bébé?" France asked. He sounded shocked. England waited and then he sighed.

"I'm sorry France. I didn't mean for this to happen. I really didn't think it was possable. I, can understand if you don't want it."

"Non mon cher I do!" France interrupted him. There was a lot of shuffling on France's end and England just let it go.

"Really?" England asked. His voice was filled with hope.

"Oui mon cher. I will catch the next flight to London right away." so that was what France was doing. He was dressing and packing!

"But, I thought you hated me?" England was lost! France stopped every thing and sighed.

"Let me tell you something mon cher. First, I will never let any one raise a child of mine alone. Second, that night was the best night of my life! Third, I haven't been able to even look at a guy much less any girl since then. I could only think of you Angleterre." England could just hear the smile on France's face. He smiled and closed his eye's the tear's that never fell were gone now and replaced with tear's of joy.

"Thank you France." England sniffled and France sighed once again.

"Don't cry mon cher. I am getting in my car now. I'll get on the next plane and I will be there as soon as I can. I want you to get some rest. Both of you need it." England nodded and wiped the tear's away from his eyes.

"Alright. The key is up above the lamp on the left side of the door." England stated.

"Alright, now you go to sleep mon cher. I'll wake you when I get there." France sounded so soft, like he was talking to England in a whole new way! England, well, liked it. To say the least.

"Sorry for waking you up. Good night." England said softly.

"It is fine mon cher. Good night." France hung up and England pushed the button on the top of his phone to let it lock. He sat it on his night stand and sighed as he moved down into his blanket's. It felt so nice but England could only think about France being by his side. Yes a lot of thing's are going to change. From one little night England had not only gained a child but a lover as well. Who knew the two fighter's, would one day become lover's.

To Be Continued...


I do not own Hetlaia but I wish I did! Any way I hope you all liked chapter 1! Please Review for more! Peace out people!