Heart: waz uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup! Just to let everyone know Sophie is an OC and trust me she fits perfectly just gotta keep reading.

WARNINGS: Mpreg, yaoi, FRUK. Deal with it and if you don't like it theres a back button for a good reason.

Chapter Three

Oh My…

Arthur sat uncomfortably on the couch in the living room with a maple syrup covered hamburger. The house was quiet, and the 6 month pregnant nation was bored to death. He had been working all day painting the pink room red by himself, because a week ago Sophie had come back with the results of the twins genders. Both were boys, and today had been the day the orders for the beds and stuff had come in. Francis unfortunately was at some meeting with Prussia, and Spain, maybe some other nations too. It was a month long one so by the time he got back Arthur would be seven months. He sighed and took another bite of his food. He then shifted on the couch again. Sophie was currently in school and wouldn't be back for another hour. He looked at the box with the crib in it. Screw what Sophie had said about waiting for her to come back before he got down on his hands and knees to build it! It was going up one way or another.

When Arthur made it up the stairs with the crib he was exhausted. The crib was all there was left to do, and Sophie had been doing most of it, so he should be ok doing the crib by himself. That girl was strange anyway. Strange noises always came from her room. That's sparked an idea in Arthurs thoughts. Her room! He stood up then peered down the hall to the room. He shivered as he imagined the things that lay beyond that door. He shook his head then walked to it, slowly opening the door. He turned on the lights and entered the room. He jacket was there, the Air Force one and on the bed was a white bear. He walked over to it. He picked it up and looked closely at it, it was just a toy. He stood back up and walked over to the cluttered desk. There was a head set, and the scene looked like she had just been recording something. He tapped the touch pad on the lap top and the screen lit up. She had been recording something; he raised an eye brow at the squiggly lines showing the pitch. He looked on the desk, there was a yellow sticky not that caught his eye,

"Remember to not unplug the head phones when you play the song."

Did she need a reminder? Strange girl, he sat in the desk seat. Then another thing caught his eye, it was a picture and hand drawn by the looks of it. He picked it up to see a dragon, a red one. It had green eyes and it was burning a city. It looked more like a village though. At the top of the page was a title or a name.

"Aurgorath." Arthur blinked, he remembered at story, about a lonely dragon who lived in the hills. The dragon supposedly was the fiercest thing in the world, but he had truly been lonely. Knights would come from across the land to defeat him only to die. He didn't like to kill, but eventually his heart became cold. He did turn into that monster they thought he was, and he proved it. He retreated to the mountains after destroying a village once, to find a girl in his home. She was small, and was almost dead. He had been about to kill her but she began to sing. The song made his heart sink, and he remembered what he had done. He had helped the girl live that day, then she went on telling everyone what he had done for her. Soon no one ever looked at him badly. When the girl returned though he was no long there, she had wept, but never saw him again.

Arthur put the picture down and picked up another, and another, just coming across pictures of story characters until he came across one. It wasn't fully colored and was old, but he could tell what it was. A girl was standing in the middle of a lake. It was night and the stars were shining. On the land there was a unicorn, and some fairies. The girl only wore what looked to be a sheet. She was crying but smiling, and holding a cross. In the water were skulls and other dead things, but as they came closer they became life again. They were things that hadn't met their time yet, but had died. He looked at the top of the crumpled paper and read the name,

Lylina the Guardian of Life

Arthur's eyes grew as he remembered that story. It was his favorite, why hadn't she finished it? Why did she crumple it too? He shook his head then placed everything back the way it had been. The screen flashed again, and he looked at it. What had she been recording? Arthur sighed, then left the room. He had totally forgotten about the crib by now and just wanted to take a nap. He entered his and Francis' room and got onto the bed, and automatically fell asleep.

When Arthur woke up it was because of the sound of banging. He sat up slowly and yawned, as he stretched. He put one hand on his expanded stomach. He rubbed slightly and was returned with a kick. He smiled and continued to rub, but after the second bang he got up and went to check it out. He soon realized it was just Sophie hammering away at the now finished crib. She smiled at him, and he frowned at her, suddenly mad that she woke him up.

"Don't be so loud," He hissed, "I was sleeping!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but look it's finished!" she said setting up the blanket and such on the bed. Arthur's frown then became a smile, then he remembered that he didn't help and he frowned sadly. He was about to say sorry when she held up a McDonalds bag. His face lit up like the sun and he hugged her as best as he possible could. She laughed, and hugged back. "Can I, uh," she was blushing now, "maybe, uh, rub your stomach?" her face flared. Arthur smiled at her after swallowing a bite of his food.

"Yeah, I don't mind all that much." He said, then she put a hand on his stomach. She knelt down and put an ear up against it. She smiled softly and stood again.

It was the day before Francis came home, and Arthur was sick of waiting. He sat in his room thinking about his love, he wasn't even tired. He began to think about the night when they… did stuff. (lol) He rubbed his stomach and tried to calm down as he became horny. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He tried to think of other things, to stop the stupid hormone thing currently happening to him but it just wouldn't stop.

"Damn it." He cursed, he refused to give in! He closed his eyes and thought of other things. The thing that came to mind was Sophie's pictures. He remembered the one with the mermaid. He had had the impression she liked them but the picture was or looked the opposite. The mermaid was decaying and the other half was alive. It was sitting on a rock in the middle of the sea. The decaying side had a stormy sea and the other side a calm ocean. It had been the only one without a title. Now that he thought about it, it may have been a siren.

Arthur knew this was working to his relief. He thought more about the strange hand drawn pieces of art in her room. He thought about the dragon and also Lylina. It was just so odd. Maybe he did have something to worry about with the girl. Even Francis thought she was a little strange. Or maybe it would just be better if he didn't think about it; she was just a midwife, yeah just a midwife….

Arthur awoke the next morning with no memory of last night, and because there was a wonderful smell of crepe down stairs. He stretched and hobbled down the stairs. Francis immediately greeted him with a passionate kiss. It made him squeak but he also kissed back.

"I missed you l' amour," Francis said smirking, he brought Arthur into the dining room.

"Dear L' rd! Y' ur huge! (dear lord your huge)" said a mocking voice; Arthur turned and glared at his older brother Conner. He chuckled, "Nice ta see ya' aga'n bro'ther. (nice to see you again brother)" He said getting up and hugging Arthur. He couldn't help but hug back.

"Scotland forced me to take him with me." Francis said sighing, Conner smiled innocently when Arthur raised an eyebrow. Arthur just play punched his shoulder, then began to eat the delicious food. Francis smiled and yawned.

"So do you know what the genders are l' amour?" he asked.

"Hum? Oh," Arthur swallowed his food and took a sip of milk, "Two boys, me and Sophie painted the pink room red. We would have done it with you but you were gone and we both were bored. By the way where is Sophie?" Arthur asked looking at Francis, "Isn't it Saturday?"

"Yeah, I don't know she wasn't here when we arrived."

"That gal? Th' one w'th lon' c'rly ha'r? (that girl with long curly hair?)" asked Conner.

"Yeah did you see her?" Arthur asked the Scott.

"Ye'h she wa'z go'in down to th' wat'r with her' comput' thing. (Yeah, she was going down to the water with her computer thing.)" He said as if everyone should have seen her. "Sh' look'd r'ally h'ppy. (she looked really happy.)"

"Maybe she iz trying to find her vind her Mermaid friend," Francis shrugged and took a bite of his own breakfast. Conner broke out laughing, and so did Francis. He wiped the tears from his eyes and Arthur just glared at them. "What love? If I'm correct mermaid should only come around if it's a special person. Sophie is just an odd girl, theres no way a fish would come to her." Francis mused.

Arthur sat up and swallowed his food, "Well…" he said quietly finishing his food, "maybe she is special…" then he went outside. Arthur winced as he slowly made his way down to the beach where Sophie supposedly was. Twins were not that easy to carry… When he got to the clearing, there she was. She was wearing a bikini top and rolled up jeans. She had headphones on and was sketching in a notepad. She suddenly stopped, Arthur hid behind a bush and watched as the water of the sea churned in discomfort. She stood and glared out to the ocean, as if she were scared but wouldn't let it win. Whatever it was, Arthur guessed it was starting to make an appearance.

The twirling water became a beautiful maiden who stood on the angry waves. The women on the water was clothed in a white sheet and held a red glowing cross to her chest. Arthurs eye became wide and fear stricken. The women pointed the cross at Sophie and frustration and anger.

"You have betrayed me Sophia!" growled the lady. "They deserve to die! No creature should live as long as they do. Forever is a very long time! Not even mythical creatures like elves or seasserfants live that long! Only I and guardians of life such as yourself shall live as long as they do! I control how long you live Sophia!" and with that the cross was thrown at Sophie while the women screamed judgment. There was a light, but it calmed down as Arthur watched in amazement as Sophie held the item. It became blue.

She smiled at the women in front of her, holding the cross to her chest. "I do not kill those who are beginning to have a life… I do not kill those who wish to continue living, I give second chances… You Lylina… are a very corrupt guardian…" Sophie whispered but Arthur caught it. The sea flared in anger, and Lylina screeched. Arthur heard Francis yell and footsteps running down the path. Arthur felt his knees grow weak as everything he had just seen disappeared. Sophie was back to drawing her picture, and the sea was calm again. She had her headphones on again; it was like nothing had happened. He felt ill for an odd reason, was it a shock? Did he just imagine it? He knew his mind could get ahead of him at times, but had he really?

"ARTHUR!" yelled Francis when Arthur fell back. Arthur mumbled and opened his eyes to look at his lover.

"W-What…?"

Conner looked down at his younger brother as he laid in the rather large bed. He was just visiting for an hour and then would go again. It seemed as if he had been really busy lately .Not only did he constantly have to watch out for those bastards that would attempt to kill him but since he worked for the government he had paperwork to do. Right now none of that was on his mind though. The thing he had to do was tell Arthur that Berwyn had been poisoned. Poor little Whales had been drinking a glass of milk and talking with his human friend. He had become terribly ill after that and they just recently found out he was poisoned. Arthur already looked under stress, but he couldn't just tell him over the phone. His flight would be at the airport soon, he hoped his brother would wake up soon.

Francis walked into the room and tapped Scotland's shoulder lightly. The man jumped but smiled softly at the Frenchmen. "Be lucky d'ar fr'and. Y'u l've in such a place to prot'ct your offspr'ng." (be lucky dear friend that you live in such a place to protect you offspring) he said quietly. Francis smiled and nodded.

"I shall tell him, you should go." Sighed the man, Conner nodded and stood. He waved goodbye and walked into the hallway, only to meet the main cause. The girl they knew as Sophie. She glared at him but it turned into an evil look as if to tell him he was pathetic. She flipped him off by simply looking at him. Or well that's what it felt like.

"Wh't do y'u w'nt with th'm." (what do you want with them.) he hissed silently.

She only smiled, "I want nothing from them, or their children. I am just here to observe…" she sighed, "I don't want you 'nations' dead, I disobeyed my masters orders for you, be happy bastard…" she glared at him once more.

"Sophia… I rem'mder y'u…" (Sophia… I remember you…) muttered Conner in spite. "I d'nt hate y'u, y'u jus' make me fe'l uncomfortable." (I don't hate you, you just make me uncomfortable…) The girl nodded an apology and they shook hands quietly. "Nice w'rk guardian ove … ove…" (nice work guardian of… of…)

"Gifts." She said. "I am sorry if I took something. If so I'll give it back. I'll take your anger and give you my joy, have a good trip." Conner smiled and left as she went back up the stair. He had that thing plastered on his face when he got on the plane that night, and until the flight ended.

Arthur awoke with a start the next morning. His body felt heavy, well heavier than normal. He looked at the clock, 10:30am. God how long had he been asleep, and what had happened? Had it been a dream? It must have been.

Arthur slowly sat up and groaned at the pain in his back. It ached, but the messages Sophie would give him eased it away. He stretched and yawned, and baby A gave a rather hard kick to one of his ribs, he winces and rubbed the spot softly. The kick happened again which made Arthur growl in frustration. They already had personalities. Baby A was a fucking jackass, that wouldn't listen. Baby B was silent and it was like he wasn't even there. Sometimes Arthur would forget he was pregnant with two kids. Quiet bastard…. Loud bastard…. Either way it still scared him at what they may be able to do together. Arthur shuttered.

Heart: OOOOOOOOKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAY!~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this little chapter, trust me it gets more interesting when the kids are born do not worry….. .' …