A/N: Ok so this is my first fanfic ever and i hope you like it . . . . but I'm not sure if it's that good.

Anyways: Main pairing FrUK with some others popping up soon

Translations:

Engleetare- (America's French) England

Angleterre- (French) England

Human names are used, and thoughts are Italic.

Prelude:

When Arthur Kirkland had woken up that morning his life had been normal, or as normal as the life of a nation could be. Now as he stood in the rain outside the emergency room he realized his life had completely changed and whether that was good or bad he had no clue.

Arthur woke up at 7am and realized two things. First, it was raining, but in England that wasn't unusual. Second, his phone was ringing. He glanced at the Caller ID and saw it was Alfred. Great just what I needed first thing in the morning. Against his better judgment he answered the phone.

"Alfred why did you call me?"

"Whoa wait! I'm your brother like person thing why do I need a reason to call you?"

"Because every time you call me you're always up to something, like the last time when you put a giant 'Property of America' sign in my front yard!"

"Hahaha ok calm down, there is no sign this time."

"Well then what is it?"

"I called 'cuz I'm in London right now for the World Conference tomorrow, and I have decided to brighten your otherwise lame day and come over to your house!"

". . . wait, what, NO! You can't just invite yourself over to my house today! I have things to do!"

"Well . . . haha too late!"

"What the bloody hell do you mean too late?"

As he spoke the door to his bedroom flung open and in waltzed the American looking as if it was perfectly normal to break into some ones house and barge into their bedroom. Immediately Arthur jumped out of bed, his face as red as one of Antonio's tomatoes.

"What the bloody hell do you think –"

But before he had the chance to finish yelling at Alfred he felt a wave of nausea that sent him running for the bathroom instantly. As he leaned over the toilet puking his guts out, he was aware that Alfred had come to the door.

"How did you even got into my house you git?"

"Hahahaha . . . . Yeah about that, you're gonna need a new window."

"Bloody hell, that's it I am getting a security syste-"

The nausea came back, this time even stronger.

"Haha, jeeze Iggy what are you hung-over or something?"

"No I am not hung-over git! I'm just sick. It's been like this all week."

Alfred's joking smile instantly changed to a look of concern.

"Umm dude, this is got to be bad cuz if you're not hung-over, and it's not your food 'cuz you are the only one who doesn't get sick from that, then it's serious."

"Damn it! Again with the cooking. I have told you, and the rest of the world for that matter, that there is nothing wrong with my food!"

"Yeah yeah ok, come on to the doctor's we go!"

Arthur suddenly found himself slung over the shoulder of the younger nation, being toted down the stairs and out to his car.

Bloody hell! ALFRED PUT ME DOWN NOW!"

Alfred had driven him all the way to the doctor's office before he listened to the fact that first off this office was for children and second he was still in the boxers he had worn to bed. So after driving back home he got dressed, and then got back into the American's car, choosing to ignore the smashed window for now.

"So Iggy where to?"

"Ugh don't call me Iggy my name is Arthur. Just go to the emergency room, there is a doctor there who specializes in nations"

"Yeah ok Arthur. Jeeze Iggy why can't I call you Iggy, or would you prefer I call you Engleetare or what ever the hell it is Francis calls you?"

"Angleterre, it's Angleterre, and you know what, call me Iggy or what ever, I don't care"

Arthur had been sitting in the office for an hour, bored out of his mind. When they had arrived at the Emergency room, he had filled out some paperwork then a nurse had ran some tests on him , before placing him back into the dull waiting room. The walls of the room were painted beige and filled with diagrams of the human body and advertisements for medicines. The magazines on the tables were around a year old, and the one television in the room was tuned onto a rather depressing news channel. Everyone in the room seemed to be as bored as he was, except for Alfred who had managed to attract every child in the room, and was telling them loud stories about the adventures of Super America. Just as he was about to tell him to shut up and act his age a man in a doctor's coat walked in.

"Mr. Kirkland?"

"Hello that would be me."

"Good morning sir. My name is Dr. Brown and I have your test results. Would you mind following me to another . . . "

He glanced down at Alfred who had just yelled "BOOM!"

"Move to another, quieter room?"

"Yeah sure, Alfred if you do anything stupid I will personally see to it that you are never allowed into this country again."

Needless to say Arthur was not in the best of moods. And as he walked down the bare white hallway and into another room dingier then the waiting room his mood didn't improve. Arthur sat down in a seat as the doctor looked through his files again, as if he was questioning what they said.

"So. . . Mr. Kirkland or England which do you prefer?"

"Kirkland's fine, just get to the point would you."

"Yes . . . well the thing is I don't quiet know what to tell you."

"What do you mean you don't know what to tell me! You are a doctor and you are supposed to know!"

"No, Mr. Kirkland it's not that I don't know what it is. I just didn't think it was possible."

"Again I say, what the hell do you mean?"

"Well according to this . . . you are one month pregnant.

There was a moment of silence before Arthur got over his shock and regained his ability to speak.

" . . . . That bloody frog!"

Ok so thats it :D hope you liked it. Please review and what not :D