Alright dudes, before we begin:

-This is mpreg. If you do not like it, I am sorry, but do not flame in reviews. This is probably not very good. I don't know much about pregnancy, much less the idea of mpreg.

-I do star out at least 1 vowel in my swears. I do not curse but I wanted to keep them in character as much as possible so... yeah.

Arthur wandered into the home of Alfred F. Jones. The door had been left ajar and Alfred was no where to be found. "Alfred? Hello? Are you home?" He asked curiously. He hadn't seen the other nation in weeks. The american had stopped attending meetings and wasn't answering or returning anyone's calls. So, the brit took it upon himself to investigate, after all they were a couple. How could Alfred just disappear all of a sudden- avoiding everyone, himself included? Everything looked well kept. The TV was on and there was a half-eaten burger just left out in its wrinkled wrapper on the counter. It was obvious he had been around just before. He hoped Alfred wouldn't mind him letting himself in.

Just then the phone rang. Without a second thought Arthur turned to answer it. Even if it was none of his own business- he'd just let Alfred know whoever it was called.

"Mr. Jones? This is Dr. Dude." A voice asked as Arthur put the phone to his ear.

"No, ah this is a friend of his. He isn't here at the moment, I'm afraid."

"Oh well then! I'm not sure I should relay my information. Would you kindly remind him to call me back at this number?"

"I'm sure it's fine. I am his boyfriend, but yes."

"Oh. I suppose it's fine in that case. He's going to be a parent. It's pretty important he knows."

"A- a…" Arhtur paused. A parent? He needed to stop to regain his composure. "A parent? Wow, that's a surprise!"

"It is, isn't it? Well anyway just have him call me back later. Thank you, good-bye."

"Good-day to you too, sir." Arthur hung up the phone. So that's where Alfred has been? Blowing off the meetings because he got some girl pregnant? Why had Alfred even been with another person? Arthur had thought they were a couple. The Brit froze when he heard the wrinkle of plastic and he turned behind him. Alfred was in the doorway. He was holding several grocery bags and looked like he was trying to back out, unseen.

"Alfred!" Arthur started.

"Uh… hiya, Artie dude, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Who let ya in?"

"No one let me in. The door was open you git! And don't call me Artie!"

"Wha-"

"Not Iggy either."

"Why are you so mad bro? Did I do something?"

"Yes! I'm angry at you. You bloody cheated on me with a woman. Either that or you were cheating on a woman with me and we never had an honest relationship."

"Dude, what are yo-"

"Oh shut up! I don't even want to speak to you! A doctor called here and said you were going to be a parent! And just because you're going to have a b*stard child with some other person doesn't excuse you from meetings."

"Arthur-" He started again, approaching him. He was cut off though by a sharp slap across the face. Then he just stopped and stared at the floor in shock as the older stormed from the room and out the door.

Tony then waltzed in and closed the door behind Arthur, having been the one to open it to begin with.

The following week a world meeting convened. Arthur sat in his place, right on time as all the others. Except for one. One was missing from their meeting. It was that stupid American.

"Still no Amerique?" Francis asked. "Zut alors! He's been gone for a while now."

Arthur remained silent. He wasn't so evil and backstabbing that he'd reveal Alfred's scandalous and troublesome affair to the entire meeting room.

"Vell then, ve vill have to continue without him," Ludwig announced.

"Nawh dudes, I'm here-" Alfred muttered from the doorway. The German looked unamused. But his unamusement turned to shock when Alfred just slouched in and took his seat lazily and without much noise. Not that he really cared but it was just so unlike the American. He wasn't used to it. Arthur just watched as not so little as a glance was cast his way.

"Alfred, are you… okay?" The German asked.

"Yeah dude, I'm fine! I'm just not feelin' great today."

"Maybe we shall all go drinking again later, oui? To… cheer you up?" Francis suggested.

And then to most everyone's shock Alfred just shook his head and laid it down on the conference table. That was it.

Arthur stood abruptly, catching the whole room's attention.

"Don't you dare act all depressed now! It's not productive and you're not the one who has any right to be. If anyone it should be me because of what you've done, fool!" Arthur blurted. He paused. "Or maybe you're not as excited about your girlfriend getting pregnant as you'd thought? Regretting your decision you cheating git?"

Alfred just sat there.

"Yeah, I'm beginning to." He narrowed his crystal blue eyes at the man he had been perfectly content with shortly before, ignoring the slightly more than surprised looks on his friends' faces. "Listen, dude, I came today because you asked me to, not because I want or even feel like being here! So don't get on me."

Arthur glared at him as he returned his hard stare.

"Vell… That vas awkvard," Ludwig muttered, interrupting the silence. "Shall ve carry on?" And at that, Arthur took his seat and the meeting continued. The rest of the meeting went without interruption as it was unusually quiet and smooth. No outbursts from Alfred, or Arthur, or any other country at that either. Just silence amongst those sitting as Ludwig expressed his opinions.

As the meeting neared it's end, Alfred stood.

"Vhat vere are you going?"

"We 'ave ten minutes left," Ivan, the Russian, cut in.

"I need to leave early," Alfred quietly said. He wasn't looking too good at this point. He looked even more down than before as he got his stuff and made his way out. And that was all.

Approximately fifteen minutes after the meeting, Arthur was on his way out, when he spotted Alfred. He was waving to Francis. Curious. Those two hated each other. The brit was reluctant to approach Alfred, but he did so anyway.

"Why are you still here? I thought you left early. And why are you speaking with Francis?"

"I had to take care of some things, bro. That's all. Francis just happened to be here and wanted to know what was going on." He paused. "Hey- if you don't want me to talk to you anymore that's cool- just don't keep talking to me. What I do isn't your business anymore. 'Kay dude?"

That had hurt more than Arthur would've thought. He stuttered for a moment, but then just nodded and brushed past him.

Alfred sighed and went in the opposite direction.

Another week passed and the weekly meeting convened again. They waited for Alfred for as long as they could, but the young nation didn't show.

"Baka didn't show up today either," Arthur snorted. "Coward."

"He waz going to come today but I talked him out of it. It iz not his fault."

"What?! Why would you bloody do that?"

"He haz a lot-"

"The git doesn't need to be with his girlfriend 24/7."

"Ah, but Angelterre, that iz not where he is at all. You should lighten up a bit, oui?"

"Taking his side are you, frog?"

"I think you would understand more if you actually had a conversation with him. It's a good idea." Francis reclined in his chair a bit, arms crossed over chest, looking content.

"Why would I want to speak to him?!"

"Honhonhon, well you seem very disappointed at his absence, non?"

"It's not that I'm disappointed! It is just that him not attending these meetings effects other people too!"

"Go see him then after this meeting. Maybe you'll persuade him back. But just my thoughts are that he should take some time off." Francis grinned at Arthur.

"I will do no such thing!"

With that meeting passed, another afternoon came and the Brit found himself on Alfred's door step. He knocked on the door. "Alfred, it's me, Arthur. I've come to talk to you."

He heard the American call for Tony, who he saw open the door moments later. Arthur walked in, gazing upon Alfred, paying no attention to the little alien. He was lying on the length of the couch before his TV, a thin blanket drooped over him and a pillow under his head.

"So lazy that you can't even get up to answer the door?"

Alfred looked up at him and blinked. "Yo dude. So what is it you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Francis doesn't take the side of the unjust lover in a quarrel. He usually has a good sense about that. The frog thinks that I am in the wrong here and he said you could tell me why."

"Yeah well I can. I can explain everything."

"Can you? Because you've done a rather poor job of it so far."

"You haven't let me explain. You've got it all wrong, dude."

"Alright then try to tell me. Maybe you can start with who this bloody girl is."

"Well first of all- there is no chick. There never was... Um, maybe you should sit."

"No I'm quite fine standing," Arthur muttered.

"Suit yourself, bro. Anyway- I never cheated on you."

Arthur began to feel a pang of guilt for giving Alfred hell over it, when he remembered the phone call.

"Then how do you explain that phone call?!"

"That phone call wasn't about a girl. Yes I am going to be a parent, but…" He sighed and then took an equally deep breath. "I'm the one who is pregnant."

Arthur's green eyes went wide for a minute, but then narrowed. "Is this Francis's and your idea of a sick joke?! Men can't get pregnant and you are not pregnant. Do not tell me you're not a man because I know for a fact you are."

"I'm not going to say that. I am a guy, but I am pregnant."

"Stop giving me this crap! Do you seriously expect me to believe this? Alfred you are not going to give birth to a child! If you truly believe this then you are even more stupid than I thought!"

"It's really true! Even Francis believes me. When I told him I was doubtful about what Dr. Dude said, but he said for sure it could happen, just not how. He also said he'd talk to you, and if you didn't believe, then he'd even help me for lack of your assistance. I mean you are the father, dude. I know it! Dr. Dude said I was about a month in and that's the last time I've done anything with someone and that someone was you. It totally works too because you wanted to top that night."

"I-I…" Arthur couldn't figure out what to say. His mind was in a jumble. Could this really be happening? How on earth- No. Men can't get pregnant. But he seemed so sure- and Francis even… maybe he was tricking Alfred? But he wouldn't do that. Would he? There was a reason for that phone call. If it wasn't some girl and Alfred honestly hadn't cheated that only left himself- but none of this made sense.

"Francis said you might not even believe me after the first scan thing when we can actually see it. I'm going next week to check up on it… I want… I want you to be with me."

Arthur put his hand out to steady himself, but just sort of fell into a sitting position on the floor. "This can't be right. This isn't possible… I can't be having a child with you."

Alfred frowned, his expression and body language obviously changing.

"I didn't mean it like I don't want to have a child with you- I just."

"No, no- you're fine… I-I," Alfred couldn't finish his sentence. He just scrambled up and down the hall to the bathroom, sliding on his socks as he pulled himself in the white painted room. Arthur cringed as he heard a thump- Alfred collapsing on the floor- and then the sound of the younger vomiting.

"Alfred?" He called, getting himself up. Morning sickness? It wasn't morning but then again- it generally lasted throughout most of the day did it not? Was that where he had disappeared to during the meeting? Was that why he had been so miserable? Even though the brit knew there was no possible way- he found himself beginning to believe it. He walked to the bathroom.

"Dude, you really don't want to come in here right now," Alfred sputtered as a pause came. "I'm kinda in the middle of throwing up my guts."

"I don't bloody care if you're puking," Arthur said, taking a seat. The older placed his hand on Alfred's back. "If this really is happening… I…" A pause. "I want to be with you through all of it. And I'm truly sorry for the misunderstanding."

Alfred propped his elbows up on the toilet seat and put his hands on his head. He didn't throw up anymore for the moment. There was silence before Arthur noticed his shaking underneath his hand.

"Alfie, are you crying?" There was a sniffle.

"N-no, dude. I'm just… hormones… I think this is supposed to happen," He said without turning to look at him. He wiped his eyes with his wrists. "I'm just so relieved. I was so worried, and this is gonna sound silly coming from me- but I was kind of scared."

"Of going through it alone?" Arhtur asked.

"No."

"Oh?"

"Of having to go through it with Francis helping me."

Arthur let out a chuckle and rubbed his back again. Alfred was silent for a few more minutes before he puked once more.

Well! I guess you could say, "That escalated quickly!" Ok so I'm actually pretty nervous about posting this. xP I'm pretty sure I'm doing it wrong. xD And I feel like really weird writing this. xP I have some more written that I was gonna post on here with this chapter but I didn't want it to get too long.