His Surprise, Her Surprise

Julchen yawned, Julchick buried in her silvery-white hair, as she walked into the kitchen. "Mm, whatchya makin', Franny?"

"It's a surprise."

"You know I hate surprises," she replied, a somewhat pout taking over her features.

"Non, you hate waiting for surprises."

"…Ja, that's true, I guess. But, if you tell me your surprise, I'll tell you mine."

Francis raised a thin eyebrow. "Oh, you have a surprise?"

"Ja," Julchen tried to peek over his shoulder.

"Hm, that rare…" he paused, glancing at her. "It's just blueberry pancakes."

"Gott, those are the best. So, um, my surprise," she stopped, unsure how to continue. Being as impulsive as she is, she hadn't thought this through yet. Actually, she had only figured this out this morning herself. "Ich bin schwanger."

Now he was pouting. "I don't speak enough German to understand that!"

"Guess."

"You have to at least give me a hint."

"Nein."

"I can't guess then."

"Fine, do you really want to know?"

"Yes!"

"Do you really, really want to know?"

"…" She took a deep breath, actually somewhat nervous, "I'm pregnant."

Francis blinked and his breath caught, "Jul, this…"

"I'm not joking!"

A smile spread across the Frenchman's lips. "This is great!"

"I know!"

He laughed and pecked her lips. "Mon Dieu, how will we tell your brothers?"

"Over the phone. When we told them we were dating… Gott, I'm not going through that again."


I wrote this at like 5:00 AM during a lock in, so if it majorly sucks, I'm sorry.

But yes, I ship FraPru. So, so hard. THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE FRAPRU IN THE WORLD.

I might add a few more one shots to this later, like when they tell Gilbert and Ludwig and when the baby is born. So, yeah.

Now, off to type the other things I wrote! (Which is PruAme with Fem!America and GerIta with Fem!Italy… if you wanted to know.)