So weird and random. UsUk and a bit of jelousy from France, LOL XD


This…was bad! Very bad! Not just the "ok this is bad, we can move on" kind of bad, but "OMFG this is a flipping disaster!" kind of bad.

Meetings were supposed to be Alfred's strong point, where he could blab on for hours on end. Today was different. EXTREMLY different.

After walking up for the meeting LATE (which had never, EVER happened before), with a migraine (not at all helpful), he had discovered that he had to walk to the venue, seeing as his brother, Matthew, had taken his car; probably payback for calling him "The Invisible Man".

So…that is exactly what he did, and boy did it tire him out. By car, it would have taken him 20 minutes maximum. Walking took him a flipping HOUR! Dear God did Matthew owe him BIG time.

But this wasn't the only reason why he seemed to be a mute today. While walking, Alfred had nearly caused 5 collisions…ALL on the main roads! Having people swear at you isn't nice in general, let alone when you are in a rush to get somewhere…with a f****** headache.

THEN…when he arrived, he couldn't straight in, for he felt like he was about to be sick. So…running down the corridor, Alfred rushed into the bathroom and puked! Not only had he puked on the floor, not even in a cubicle where he would get some privacy, but all over Arthur, would had just been washing his hands. OH S***! That was probably the worst occurrence that had occurred. Not only was it completely and utterly embarrassing, but Arthur had a complete rant at him, and insisted that that Alfred cleaned up his act, and by him a new suit.

When Alfred explained that he was very sorry, and that he promised he would, as soon as he was better, Arthur had asked a load of questions which Alfred didn't even know the answer to. Therefore, after going home to get changed, Arthur had dragged Alfred to the nearest hospital, and booked him a cheek-up.

This was why, right now instead of informing everyone at the world meeting about global warming, Alfred was sitting in a hospital waiting room, with Arthur reading "The Telegraph" in the seat beside him.

Alfred had never liked hospitals. The smell was horrible; like puke and air-freshener combined. Plus Arthur was there. Ok that was probably the most awkward bit. Alfred had secretly always had a crush on Arthur, though never knew how to admit it. And here he was, in hospital...WITH ARTHUR! Alfred couldn't help but blush.

"Alfred Jones" was suddenly called out over the speakers.

"Come on" Arthur sighed, taking Alfred's hand and causing him to blush even more. Thank God Arthur didn't notice, instead he just pulled Alfred towards the room door.


"What seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked.

Alfred didn't like him already. He was one of those doctors who had a red face all the time, so you couldn't tell if he was tired or simply annoyed. It creeped him out.

"Alfred here is very sick, though he doesn't seem to know what's wrong with him" Arthur explained.

The doctor nodded, and said "I'm going to have to take a blood sample..."

Oh f*** no!

Alfred shook his head in fear, he hated injections.

"Well, it's the only way to find out what's wrong with you. You can hug your friend if you like, and if he doesn't mind" the doctor smiled.

Alfred looked up at Arthur, his eyes pleading.

"Oh, alright" Arthur sighed, as Alfred squeezed him tightly around the waist and buried his face into his chest.

When it was done, the doctor told them to go home and that he would ring them about the condition later that night. Happy to get out of the hospital, Alfred ran out of the door, Arthur following calmly behind.


At home, Alfred sighed miserably. The doctor STILL hadn't called, and it had been 5 hours since the cheek-up. Not that he was looking forward to finding out what was wrong with him.

Suddenly the phone rang. Unfortunately Matthew was much quicker then Alfred and managed to get there first.

After talking for a few minutes, he turned and said to Alfred "It's a doctor. For you"

Alfred grabbed the phone and after exhaling shakily, stammered "h-hello"

"Alfred" the doctor cheered.

Why was he happy?

"I have just got back your results..."

Oh f*** just spit it out already...

"and i would just like to congratulate you. You're pregnant"