Meh...spring break is over...school starts next Monday...and I have not worked on my freaking essay at all...plus I have an archery competition coming up and I have to get practicing because my bow had to get fixed and I need to start learning control rather than point and shoot...

I own nothing! (But I wish I did)

After you were told the news, you sat in your room, trying to guess when you got pregnant. Maybe, if you try to figure out the approximate time, then you could probably guess how far along you are. Though you looked at your stomach, it was just slightly showing. A few memories came uncovered.

"On the bed." Ludwig ordered, his eyes cold and unemotional. He just came back from surveying the battlefield where his troops had lost. You just stepped back and clutched your robe closer to your body, having just got out of the bath. "What now? I don't have all night."

"B-but…"You didn't finish your sentence before Ludwig grabbed your arm and threw you on the bed, using the rope from your robe to tie your hands to the headboard bars. As much as you struggled, you knew there was no hope fighting off someone like Ludwig.

"Stop your bitching." Ludwig growled and lowered his pants to release his fully erect member from its confines. He simply thrust into your entrance without a second thought and sought his own pleasure.

A scream tore from your throat at the pain. Tears cascaded down your cheeks and you could feel something warm slide down your thighs. This pain was new. It hurt, there was no other word for it. For someone you loved to just change so easily, you felt more of the emotional pain than the physical. No moans of pleasure filled the room like it used to. No sweet words filled your ears, and no soft caring touch caressed your skin.

You felt Ludwig reach his end, emptying his seed into your torn core. He simply adjusted himself and felt without another word. It seemed like just yesterday, Ludwig was holding you close and petting your hair after the sweet love making. No, it was over two months ago.

Why have you not noticed your stomach? After much thought, you realized that you were in your third or fourth month of pregnancy. A mother would have been happy by the news. But instead you grew worried, Ludwig had beaten you many times. Was your baby okay? Was he or she hurt? Is the baby going to be weak growing up? How were you going to tell Ludwig?

"(Name)? Are you okay?" Francis asked, knocking on your door.

"Y-yes." You answered, shakily.

Francis opened the door and smiled at you. "I cannot believe I am going to be an uncle! Though I wish this happened at happier times."

"I know. I think I am at my third or fourth month of pregnancy, just a few more months." You try to smile happily, but you knew Francis could easily see behind the smile.

"He will come back, do not worry." Francis kissed your forehead. "Bonne nuit."

"Good night."

_(*A freaking time skip!*)_

It was the end. The war had finally stopped and the countries had gathered to decide the punishments for Germany. You were told that you did not have to come, though you still made your way through the hallways and stopped just outside of the meeting room. Your six month pregnant belly made your movements slower than what you were used to, but you managed. It was a harsh few months, but you finally came to turns with your feelings.

"Where is (country name)?" You heard Arthur, England, say.

"She is…unwell." Francis answered.

"I am here." You opened the doors and walked in, taking the vacant seat by Francis. Your eyes landed on a familiar blonde haired man with an obvious tired appearance. "Ludwig." A soft sound escaped your lips.

Ludwig looked up with wide blue eyes. He appeared broken, you thought. "(Name)…"

You bit your lip, your name on his lips always made you weak.

"You have no right to say her name, bastard." Arthur growled.

"I think I have a right to speak to my lover." Ludwig said, glaring at Arthur.

"Not any more Germany. You lost your right when you began to care more for this pointless war than your only love." Arthur crossed his arms. "Do you have any idea what (name) went through?"

Ludwig looked at you with confusion. Then his eyes saw your protruding belly and he sent a glare to Francis. "What happened?"

"(Name), it is your call." Francis put a hand on your hand.

"Ludwig, you have done many wrong things in our relationship. I thought it would be easy to forgive you because I thought somewhere deep inside, the you I knew was still there. But, I have too many nightmares to find the heart to and these scars will never find the time to heal." You looked at him and took a deep breath. "I feel it is best if I think on my own."

Ludwig looked at you with sadness.

"Germany, your country will be separated as your punishment. Though you will keep your rights as a country, until such a time we find your punishment is over." Arthur said. "This meeting is dismissed."

Francis helped you up from your chair, Ludwig watched with sadness.

Ludwig's POV:

I could deal with the punishment dealt on me, but seeing the one love I have ever found being helped by another man was heart breaking. When I first saw her protruding stomach, I was angry because of the fact that it was France. France of all people! Why did (name) have to be with him!?

As I left the building, I saw her sitting on a bench, rubbing her stomach. I wanted to talk to her, but I know I would be hopeless. (Name) needs to take a while to sort out her feelings and emotions. I was probably being stupid to think that I might get her back, but I could only hope.

A week since I saw (name), I sat on the floor with my head in my hands. Being here, I had remembered what the dark side of me did to her. I could see the bruises and scars my hands caused and the many tears that fell down her cheeks. Every day she was growing weaker, and yet I did nothing. I was a monster that would take my frustration out on her.

How could I have done such horrible things?! I screamed in my head. Beer bottles littered my floor as I tried to drink my sorrows away. But, still the memories haunt my conscious. Every night I hear her screams and it just makes me feel worse. I cry openly and even beg any God to allow (name) to forgive me. On many nights, I have to force my way out of bed to eat.

The first day I went into the kitchen, I saw a note sitting on the counter written in (name)'s elegant cursive. It was that day one of her soldiers from her country came to collect her since her boss had signed an alliance with the Allies. I remember that day; I had called out her name many times and searched every corner of the house. That was the day I came out of my darkened state and realized what I had really lost. It was more than the war; it was the love of my life. My heart broke that day and I cried for the first time.

I looked at the note again, reading every word:

Ludwig,

If I am not here, it is because my boss called me for some reason. I'll come back as soon as I can in hopes you do not get angry with me again. I might also do some shopping, since we ran out of some groceries. And I hope you will come back to me.

I love you forever,

(Name)

She still believed I would come back; even after all I have done to her. It only made me hope to have her back in my arms. Even with a baby. I would help raise a baby, even if it wasn't mine. With a final stuttering breath, I closed my eyes imagining myself with (name) in my arms while holding a sleeping baby that looked just like her and singing German lullaby.

Back to the Reader!

You were nervous, the baby was due on only a few weeks now and you sat in the nursery that you had set up temporarily in your brother's house. Francis had insisted that you stay during your pregnancy so he may watch over you. Every day you were worried, how were you going to tell the father? It was Francis' idea that Ludwig should not know about the baby until you felt it was safe to let him know.

"Cher, I am home!" Francis called.

"Up here." You answered.

"(Name), what are you thinking about?" Francis asked, frowning slightly.

"Ludwig." You look out the small window.

"It is for the best." Francis wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Alfred came to visit."

"Hey (nickname)!" Alfred smiled. Francis had excused himself for some paperwork.

"Alfred, how have you been?" You couldn't help but smile.

"Good, how about you?" Alfred asked.

"The baby kicked yesterday. I don't know if I am having a boy or a girl yet, but I am excited." You admit shyly.

"So, are you going to tell Germany?" Alfred took a seat on a small stool.

"Eventually, I just want to know if he is stable enough to handle a baby and to see if my feelings are for sure after all that has happened." You glance at out the window sadly. "I want to forgive him, but my memories are so full of the pain I have felt over the years since he changed and I just cannot forget." Tears start to form and you try to calm yourself by rubbing your stomach.

"I'm sorry." Alfred said.

"It's okay, I think I should just move on with my life if I cannot find the heart to forget all that has happened."

Alfred smiled. "I was wondering (name), since you want to move on and all, if you would consider going out with me."

You blinked. Alfred F. Jones wanted to go out with you despite knowing what happened to you in the past? Normally, you would have said yes in a different situation. But, when you close your eyes, you still dream about Ludwig and all the happy times you had with him. Then again, your baby needs a father. Francis was much too busy trying to rebuild his country after the war that he couldn't find the time to help most of the time.

"I'm sorry Alfred, but scars never heal. As much as I want to say yes, my heart still belongs to Ludwig." You hold both of Alfred's hands. "But I do need someone to help me with my pregnancy."

"Anything for you (nickname)." Alfred smiled.

And the drama begins to come into play! Can anyone tell what is going to happen? Oui? Nein? Tell me what YOU think is going to happen and I might use your version rather than mine!

A/N: Okay, this might be my last Hetalia fanfic for a while because I am beginning to end my phase with Hetalia and moving on to Avengers (as strange as it sounds to jump from this to that). I will continue to write this until the end, and then I will post other stories...