Matthew stared at Alfred all throughout the world meeting, trying to see if he could find just a dab of regret, or sadness, or something along the lines. How could Alfred just act like nothing happened? But, there was something that was bothering him to no end: Alfred's PDA with Arthur. "Hey Arthuur, wanna make out in the closet during break?" The Englishman's entire face turning redder than a maple leaf. "W-Wh-What? N-No way! Well...Wait, no! Waaaahh, stop it you git!"

"Hey Matty, wanna go back to my house and skip this meeting? I can show you a real good time!" Matthew's face turned just as red. "W-Wahh! What are you talking about...WAIT, YOU MEAN-" "Oh yeah!" Alfred smirked, knowing that Matthew got flustered with PDA.

"He used to do that with me..." The Canadian thought sadly. Suddenly Alfred's eyes met Matthew's; Matthew quickly looked away and, without knowing, held his stomach with both hands. Sliding his violet-blue eyes back over, he slightly parted his lips to say something, but closed them before anything could come out. Alfred, for just a second, felt a pang in his heart, but decided to ignore it: He loved Arthur now, not Matthew. Looking down at his stomach, he wondered what he would do. Matthew couldn't raise the kid by himself, and he highly doubted that Alfred would give a crap at all!

"Matvey? Is something wrong?" Ivan sat next to the Canadian while smiling wide. Darting his eyes to his stomach then back at Ivan, he gave a strained smile. "Non. I'm fine-...Well..." Ivan was his friend, so he could tell him, couldn't he? Ivan noticed the pause and raised a light-blond eyebrow. Something was wrong, defiantly. "Matvey, what are you not telling me-" "I'm pregnant." Ivan blinked a few times then frowned. "What have I told you about the condoms, da? You use them and put them on your-" Matthew's face went red. "Don't say it! I know, I know, but Alfred and I, the other night, well, ah, ah-" Ivan placed a gloved finger on the blushing boy's face and gave a amused smile. "Da, da. But why is Alfred hanging out with Arthur and not you?"

"Ah, that's right, Ivan just came, so he didn't hear Alfred..."

Matthew gripped his stomach, becoming mad again but cooling down and becoming slightly sad. Damn hormones... "Last night, he left me. Apparently I'm not good enough anymore. But it's fine, because I don't need him or his stupid smile or anything from him! I hope he gets AIDs or cancer or get's another 9/11- I don't need him!" Matthew started his famous rant- His record being 3 hours pointing out EVERYTHING bad about Alfred, reducing the poor American to tears. Ivan couldn't help but laugh at Matthew's mad face and the way he was phrasing everything.

"Matvey, you can stop! Calm down, da!" Gasping, Matthew turned even redder and bite his lip. "Sorry...A-Anyway, c-could you...um...help me...? I mean, with raising..." Ivan then paused himself to process everything again: Matthew's pregnant -everyone knows that every nation can get pregnant-, Alfred left him, and unless he helped Matthew no one would. Another smile spread across the Russian man's face. "Of course. After this, we can go get something to eat, ok?" Matthew nodded while trying to recover from his outburst.

"Alfred, stop that! Cut it ouuut!" Both Matthew and Ivan turned to see Alfred grabbed Arthur's butt and then pulling him into a perverted embrace. "Why? It's not my fault that you have a cute butt!" Face turing red -from both embarassment and anger- Arthur pouted while trying to hit the perverted man. "No! Well..." Arthur's bright emerald eye's slid away. "At least not here..." Matthew stared solumnly while Ivan's smile turned into a scrowl. How dare he do that infront of his- in front of Matvey! Wasn't it enough to break his heart?

"Wait a minute...Alfred couldn't have fallen in love with Arthur over night...when did he have time to...He didn't. He fucking didn't. He did!" Ivan sprung out of his chair and made a beeline straight to Alfred. How dare he! Before Matthew could do anything to stop the Russian he felt barf coming up and had to dash to the bathroom. Alfred gasped as Ivan grabbed his collar with a furious face, like he'd break Alfred's neck right then and there.

"You fucking bastard! How long have you cheated on Matthew? I'll kill you!" Alfred tried to break away, only to recieve a tighter grip from the angry man before him. "I don't know what you're-" "Shut up. We're going to discuss this like men in private. Now." Ivan dragged Alfred into a empty room and shut the door behind him. He was going to get answers whether Alfred wanted to tell him or not.

"Answer me now: How long have you been cheating?" The American's eyes slid left to right, up to down; Why did Ivan care so much anyway? Alfred breathed in heavily, might as well tell him now.

"About a month. But I didn't mean to start cheating...it just sorta happened." Ivan glared at him. "Just sorta happened? You and Matvey have been together for two years! Two years! How could you?" Alfred scrowled; He didn't want the Russian invading on his personal life! It wasn't his business anyway! He had told him how long he'd been cheating, so why couldn't he just leave already?

"Look, it's none of your business! Just drop it. Me and Matthew are over." Ivan clenched his fists; Oh, how'd he love to just beat him senseless right here and now...But Ivan wasn't even going to be that nice as to do that to the American. It was like a reward instead of a punishment at the moment. "You don't know what you've lost, Alfred. Matthew even had to tell you something important, but you wouldn't care now, would you?" Important? What would Matthew would have had to tell him? Don't throw out the mayple syrup? Stop eating fast food? Would did he have to tell him?

"Wait, what did he-" Ivan smirked. "Too late~ Now, if you pardon me, comrade, I'm going to help Matthew with something.~" Ivan walked off; Man, that guy had serious moodswings...

Matthew was on the floor, hugging the toliet like a life line. God, how much longer did he have to go through this horrible barfing stage? He'd barf his guts out by the time this was over...

"Matvey, are you ok?" Ivan called out to the empty bathroom; Matthew was sure to be in here.

"Y-Yeah..." the Canadian weakly called out, gagging a tad, then sighing before actually blowing more chunks. Walking into the last open stall even Ivan couldn't help but slightly gag at the mess before him. Sitting down next to the poor boy Ivan started to rub his back, trying to hgelp the best he could. "Need anything?" Matthew sighed once more and dropped back onto Ivan, feeling sick and hungry at the same time; "This is going to be horrible...But at least you'll be here to help me..." Matthew looked up and smiled at the Russian, causing Ivan to smile back. "Da~ Ready to go?" As Ivan got up, he picked the poor boy up as well. "Waah, Ivan, p-put me down! Don't drop me!" Matthew clung to the man with all his strength; The last time he was picked up like this Alfred had dropped him on the driveway. Not fun.

"I'm not going to Matvey~ Calm down, da?" Matthew opened his mouth but closed it, not wanting to yell at the moment.

Alfred sat on the couch next to Arthur, watching sports. He was still bothered by what Matthew could have possibly had to tell him! AIDs? Cancer? Maybe his economy was going down? Vision was failing? What was it! Arthur smacked Alfred; He was going through all this trouble to even stand watching Alfred's stupid American "football" and the git wasn't paying any attention! "Alfred, watch the T.V!" Arthur pouted. Alfred snapped out of it and gave a grin at the small man. "C'on, don't act like that! Arty~" Alfred nipped his ear. "Hmmph..." Arthur's face turned red. Alfred, noticing this, nipped his neck. "Alfred~ Stoop~" "But you like it~!" Alfred pouted; Just before Arthur could say anything more Alfred's cellphone rang, causing a groan from both of them.

"Hello?" A pause. "Seriously? Come on, it's the weekend..." A groan. "Fine. I'm on my way." Ending the call Alfred puffed out his cheeks while looking at the Englishman. "I gotta go to Obama's and do some more paperwork." Kissing Arthur on the lips Alfred left. Arthur sighed and slumped on the couch. It was always paper work! Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork! How could Matthew stand it with Alfred always having to do it all the time?

Sipping the chocolate milkshake, Matthew felt WAY better now that he had some food in his stomach. "Heh, guess the baby's happy now too, huh?" Ivan chuckled abit and nodded. "Yes, it is~ Matvey?" Matthew was stabbing his cake with his fork. "Yeah?" "Do you want me to move in with you? Y'know, so I could help better, da?" Pausing in surprise Matthew set his fork down.

"He wants to move in with me?"

"Ivan."

"Da?"