Hey guys, hope everything is going okay in your lives. Sorry for my absence on this site, it is inexcusable, especially when so many of you guys are awesome enough to leave a review or favorite/watch the story or me! And thanks to those who just read it! I appreciate it all, so much! I'm going to try to keep the updates a little bit more constant. There is a reason 'try' is italicized. And in getting myself back into the game, I am going through and editing the first three chapters of my story. Nothing major, just some spelling and grammar things to correct and some minor editing. Not a big deal at all. Translations and notes on this chapter are at the bottom of the page, under the second author's note. Hope you guys like!
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own the Hetalia series.
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Montreal, Québec, Canada
3:00 PM EST
"Vous fils de pute égoïste!"
Francis ducked his head as a china plate crashed into the wall behind him.
"Mathieu! Chérie, please calm down!"
The Canadian dropped the crystal wine goblet he held to the floor, where it crashed noisily. Francis flinched, that had been a gift from the Sun King himself…
"I-," the younger man began, "-I am nine months pregnant, Francis. Nine months! I could have this baby at any moment and you're standing here, telling me, that you have to go to fucking Paris!"
"Mon ange, its not that I want to leave you and our baby, but I have to go," Francis pleaded with his emotional lover. "Nicolas needs me to-"
"I am your husband, Francis! Not Nicolas Sarkozy!," the Canadian hissed.
Matthew turned away from the Frenchman, searching desperately for something else valuable to smash.
"I'm already terrified of what's going to happen and you promised me that you wouldn't leave. You fucking promised me!"
With his back still to his husband, Matthew wiped the tears of frustration from his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie while his other hand rested calmly on the bulge of his stomach. Francis heard the younger man sniffle from across the kitchen, and stood up from the table where he had been doing paperwork. He walked cautiously to his lover, not ruling out that the Canadian was possibly clutching some sort of blunt instrument perfect for smashing over the older man's skull.
Taking a risk he embraced Matthew tenderly, bringing him to rest against his own body; hand joining Matthew's. "Mon Mathieu, you must calm down. Please think of the baby."
The Canadian dislodged himself from the embrace and turned to his husband with frantic worried eyes, "What if the baby comes, while your gone? What am I going to do? I've never done this sort of thing before! What if something goes wrong? What if she's sick? What if-"
"Shh, shh, mon ange. Calm yourself, I've taken care of everything. Alfred and Arthur are going to come up and stay with you-"
Matthew made a face.
"They promised they'd behave for your sake. I'm only going to be gone for two days and I'll keep my cell on so if there's absolutely anything you need, you can call me and I'll be on the next flight to Québec. I'm sure our little princess will wait for her papa to return before she decides to come on out, though."
Francis had now dropped to his knees, nuzzling his husband's engorged stomach, lovingly.
Matthew began to blush, but allowed his husband to continue caressing his abdomen. His idle hands fell to the Frenchman's locks, which weren't much different from his own, stroking the curls.
"J'espère que vous avez raison.. ."
Francis stood back up and pecked Canada on the lips. "Mathieu, everything will be fine…don't you trust me?"
Matthew flushed and nodded, "of course, I do!"
Francis smiled genuinely and kissed him passionately enough so that Matthew and his unbalanced hormones were dragging him to their bedroom, moments later.
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Washington, DC, USA
5:30 PM EST
Alfred Jones watched his spouse move back and forth between their bedroom and its huge walk-in closet, coming out with various articles of clothing, and placing them neatly on the bed. Alfred watched snuggled under the comforter, finding his husband beyond adorable.
"Iggy, Babe, c'mon! We're only gonna be there for two days," he pouted for he was so hoping for some cuddle time before meeting the Barack and Michelle for a congratulatory dinner. So far the First Couple were the only ones who knew about Arthur's pregnancy; both had been sworn to secrecy by Alfred.
Arthur didn't look up from his packing, "Love, we have to be prepared for four days at the least. It's just smart planning."
Alfred groaned dramatically and threw the blankets off himself, cornering the Brit as he tried to leave the closet with one of his own button down shirts.
"Alfred? What are you doing? Our flight is at-mphf!"
The American kissed the smaller man fiercely, pushing him back against the doorframe. After thoroughly ravaging the Brit's mouth, Alfred pulled back, a smug smile on his face. "You're so damn cute, Mommy!"
Arthur swatted half-heartedly at him, "I told you not to call me that, Git!"
Alfred ignored him and kissed the tender part of his neck, causing the other man to shiver. He moved his large hands to rest over Arthur's flat stomach, rubbing teasing circles into the warm flesh. "I can't wait until you start showing…"
Arthur quirked an eyebrow and tried not to enjoy the touches to his stomach. "Why? I'm just going to get all swollen and fat."
"You'll be beautiful."
The Brit laughed and wound their fingers together, "I always knew you'd have some kind of fetish."
Alfred grinned up at the Brit and kissed him softly, "Only if it's you."
They broke apart and Arthur followed the American to the bed.
"I don't want to tell everybody just yet, Love," he said seriously.
Alfred, who had face planted into a pillow, looked up curiously at him. "What? Why not?"
Arthur reached out and took off Texas before it could fall. "Because, this is Matthew's time for attention, not mine. It's only fair, with you overshadowing him in every which way."
"Well…when can we tell them?" Alfred asked, a little frustrated. He looked so young without his glasses.
"Give it a month or two. By then I'll be showing and you can brag all you want."
The American grinned lazily and sat up on his elbows, "What made you decide for us to do this, anyway?"
Arthur folded a pair of Alfred's jeans and placed them neatly in the open suitcase on the floor. He stopped and was quiet for a moment before answering, "Because we love Mattie."
"What about Francis?", Alfred asked.
Arthur closed the suitcase with a sharp click. "We tolerate, Francis. Now get up and put on a decent shirt. You will not embarrass me in front of your boss."
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Not so bad, just some minor tweaking. Now onto the translations and notes. More than likely, the translations are probably off. I tried to use everything but an online translater, because they're usually incorrect. I used some phrase books, and for the more complicated sentences, I got some friends who took French in high school to help me out.
Translations-
"Vous fils de pute égoïste!"- "You selfish son of a bitch!"
"Chérie…"- a form of endearment like 'honey' or 'sweetheart.' there were various spellings, but I couldn't figure out the differences…hopefully this is correct?
"Mon Ange…"- literally "My Angel."
"J'espère que vous avez raison.. ."- hopefully it is, "I hope you're right."
* Louis XVI, also known as the Sun King, is probably one of the most famous French kings ever. He was the king that moved the French court from Paris, which he detested, to Versailles, considered to still be one of the most beautiful and prestigious palaces in the world. He also had a massive ego and is considered the prime example of an absolute ruler.
*Nicolas Sarkozy is the current president of France and, hence, Francis's boss.
Thank you guys, see you in the next chapter :^)
