Authors note: this is today's daily update. Chapter three is also almost done. I haven't decided on a length of this story yet but I'm guessing somewhere near 20 chapters hopefully. Happy reading!
beta: shizaya1398
She's the Man.
Arthur paced back and forth in the hallway,waiting for Alfred's return. His back aching, head throbbing, and his stomach turning in a sickening way, making him have to hit the bathroom every once in a while. Alfred had left early this morning in order to attend a world meeting after the other meeting having been ruined and needing a reschedule. This meeting, Arthur felt it necessary he sat out. The British nation plopped onto the edge of the bed and grabbed at his aching stomach.
"Dammit all." He belched out letting a single tear slide down his cheek. His stomach really fucking hurt. He cringed at the acidic feeling within him.
He heard the front door creek open and slam shut, he rushed to the front of the house. "Alfred, what happened? What did everyone say? Who saw? Who asked? Oh god they know-"
"Arthur they don't know. No one said anything. Some of them only stared and the meeting when on normally."
"No one asked at all? No one asked how I was?"
"You're surprised? Who would ask about you, man, you don't exactly have friends, haha-"
"America. I'm being serious." The look of intensity in the British nations eyes and the sudden change in tone proved his statement true.
"Only a few people asked. France, both Italy's, and Germany may have said something but I forgot." The truth poured through his lips as if liquid. He stared at his lover before continuing. "Come on Artie. How would they even guess what's going on? It's not exactly common thing."
"But we walked out of the ladies room. Why would we be in the only ladies room in a building filled with men's rooms?"
"Artie. It looked like you were sick and out of it and didn't know which was which and nobody cares." For once America had a valid point. But he was wrong. One person REALLY cared.
Outside they're home a French nation lurked. Searching garbage cans and recycling bins. "These two buy such useless things, such disgusting food products." He scoffed. "There's nothing to tell me if what I am thinking is correct."
His boots made loud noise in the flower beds beneath. His hands ran over garbage in the trash can. Nothing, nothing, nothing. "Ah." Francis smiled. "What have we 'ere."
His fingers caressed a discarded clothing tag. He read it aloud. "Size 34 A." He knew this is exactly what he needed. "A bra tag? Why would these two need a bra?" A smile graced his lips and he slipped this tag in his pocket and faded away in the night.
"America what's wrong with me?" England practically stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen; he wore nothing but a white long t-shirt and underwear. "Why am I sick every single day? Every morning?"
America looked at him groggily; he rubbed hair out of his eyes and looked at the Brit. "I don't know babe. You've been sick for almost three weeks."
"Maybe I'm dying." He said dramatically.
"Arthur. That's ridiculous why would you be dying?" He yawned. "Maybe it's just lady problems."
"You idiot. When I get my period now I don't vomit for three weeks. It only lasts for one week." He sat down at the table; silence falling over them for moment. England scoffed "lady problems." Another moment passed before a terrifying thought emerged.
"Oh my god." He looked at America. They were tangled up in an intensifying glare for what seemed like eternity.
"Wait is it lady problems?"
"Alfred! No. Well, yeah. No. Alfred," he looked into oceanic blue orbs, searching for safety, and love, and protection, and approval. "Alfred...what if I'm pregnant?"
"Oh my god." His jaw dropped. Two of the worlds finest, had made the biggest rookie mistake. They forgot to use a condom. "I knew we forgot something..."
They were both so excited that night, the night England turned himself into a women. He concocted a poison, firstly for Alfred's pleasure. After that night it turned in to something England wanted, he enjoyed it, he felt comfortable, more attractive, happier. They had both been so excited, so ready, so set in their old ways. They forgot protection. Now that night was more than a month ago in the past, it all made sense. The two sat lost in each others eyes again.
"What do we do?" Alfred sprung up in his chair without braking the stare.
"We, we, we need a test! A pregnancy test!"
"Where do I get that!?"
"Uhm, uhm go to CVS!" He thought for a moment. "Yes, yeah CVS!"
"All the way to CVS? You're just gonna pee on it-"
"Alfred you're forgetting-"
"Oh, shit, sorry okay! Okay, CVS? Okay, I'll be back." He left the house in plaid pajama pants with wife beater, hopped in his car and was gone in seconds.
Arthur sat staring into the table. "What have we done..."