France: *smiles smugly*
Me: You son-of-bitch if you say anything-!
France: No, of course not ma cherie~!
Me: Pssh *crosses arms* I hate you so much right now…
France: But you love me~!
Me: …New story… Stills owns nothing…
I fidgeted nervously on Britain's love seat with America sitting next to me. The American and Brit were quite in the same room for once.
Britain sighed " What happened?"
"I-…" Tears ran down my face.
" You what?" He asked.
" I'm - I'm pregnant."
The ticking from the large grandfather clock grew louder.
"Who's the father?"
I started bawling.
"Bloody hell! Who's the father?" Britain yelled.
"Britain." America hushed.
" F-France." I choked then started crying again.
Tick
"WHAT?"
Me: Yeah I know short chapter, but I'd like to hear your input yay or nay?
France: Oui, oui, oui !
Me: That's what got reader-chan in this mess….