Julchen made her way across town to meet with her boyfriend, Matthew, for their date. She waited for the walk signal at the crosswalk, surprisingly, given her excitement, impulsivity, and that Matthew was on the other side of the street.

The signal was given for her to go. As she sprinted across the street, a car came out of nowhere and was racing towards her. Matthew called out her name, the driver blared his horn for her to move, but it was too late, Julchen only had enough time to turn around and see the rushing mass of metal coming towards her before impact as the man continued to drive off after he hit her and she blacked out. Before he had a chance to process anything, Matthew had run into the middle of the street, cradling the unconscious girl's body as he shouted in despair, begging her to stay alive, blood pooling around the two of them. Bystanders called for police and an ambulance.

She spent a week unconscious in the hospital. Matthew only left her side when he absolutely had to. When she awoke she was informed of what had happened a week previous, and that she was pregnant. She was released after a few months of observation and physical therapy, with scheduled physical therapy and doctor appointments Matthew was to take her to.

"Mattie, do you think we should keep it?" I asked tentatively as Birdie drove us out of the hospital parking lot while I gazed at the beautiful blond beside me.

"Keep what?" he asked, violet eyes glancing to me before darting back to the road.

"The… baby…" I shyly looked away, unable to look at him, regretful for bringing up such a massive topic when I was leaving the hospital for the first time since the accident. He reached his right hand over to grasp my left, intertwining our fingers, and just staying like that while he tried to find his words.

"Julchen, I-… I-… I want whatever makes you happy." He thought for a moment. "…And you won't regret to much later on." He pulled over so we could talk without risking our lives.

We turned in our seats to face each other. He put his other hand around our clasped hands before continuing. "I'm willing to raise this child with you, but I can't force you to keep it either." He gently brought my hand up and kissed it. "So, Jul, what do you want to do?"

"Well, I don't want to abort, I'd like to go full-term, but I don't think we could take care of it, I mean you are only 17, but at the same time I don't think I could say goodbye."

"Don't worry about if we can or not. If you want to keep it, I will find a way to make it work."

I was sort of stunned into silence by the determination in his voice, but I knew that he would live up to it.

"I, I kinda wanna raise it. I know I'm young, but so are you. I have a job, I can quit hockey," he pushed my silvery blonde hair out of my face as he continued. "I'll pick up more hours, I'll convince Mom and Al to let you move in with us, I'd do everything in my power to make sure you, and any children we might possibly have at any point in time, are happy and well taken care of, okay?"

"Mattie," I smiled, wrapped my arms around his neck, fell against his chest, rested the side of my head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "I guess we're parents, then." He returned my hug.

"I guess we are." We sat like that for a while before Mattie broke our hug. "We'd better get going before it gets dark." He returned to his position in the driver's seat and starts driving farther from the hospital. "By the way, I arranged it so that you can stay in my room until further notice, and that we can take you to your finals in a wheelchair. I mean by that time you'll be 21 weeks pregnant, and we don't want to stress out your leg when it'll still be healing."

"Birdie, I'm only 15 weeks now! I know the hospital kept me up with homework, but I'll be missing 6 weeks of school between now and then!"

"I'll keep you up to speed, besides, we aren't gonna learn much more new information." He pulled into his driveway, parked, got out, walked around the car as I unbuckled, opened my door, picked me up wedding-style, and walked to his front door.

"I can walk, you know."

"I know, I'm just not letting you."

"Ass."

Alfred, Monika, Feli, Carmen, Francis, their daughter Belle, and Mattie's mom were all sitting in the living room when we walked in. Everyone started chattering excitedly as I determined Chiara was likely cooking in the other room. Mattie set me down on the couch before sitting next to me.

"Geez guys, I know you're all excited to see the awesome me and everything, but I can't understand everyone all at once." Something must have woken Belle up because she started fussing. Carmen picked her up out of her car seat, sent Francis into the kitchen to heat up her bottle, and started rocking and cooing her daughter.

"Hey, Carmen, can I?" I gestured towards the fussy infant.

"Sure!" She passed Belle to Mattie who passed her to me. I cradled the child, using my protruding stomach to support the arm under the child.

"Hi, Belle, hi. Can Tante Julchen feed you?" I asked, wiggling some fingers in front of her as Francis came in with the warm bottle.

"Here's the bottle."

"Thanks," I glanced up at him and smiled at him before giving Belle her bottle.

A/N: I've had the basic plot in my head for about a year now, but kept altering things because I didn't like how sad it was, but this version I've liked for a while now. The driver isn't a Hetalia character, but he might reappear later on, although he won't be a major character.