England huddled on the floor, rocking back and forth after France had left him without any good-byes. He was scared now. He had nobody, nobody to help him. He would go through this entire pregnancy alone and he was barely even four months pregnant. There was no way his life could get any better or any worse. Apparently, he was wrong.

His cell phone began to ring, telling England that his boss was calling him because of the ringtone. He sighed and answered it, wiping away the tears and clearing his throat.

"'Ello?" he asked.

"Hello, England. I just want to remind you of the world conference being held tomorrow in the conference building in downtown, London." England groaned loudly. So that's why France was here nearby. "Now, England, I wish you would show a little more enthusiasm since you are the host. Now, I expect you to attend. Goodbye and have a good day." He hung up. England groaned as he shut his phone angrily.

"Bloody hell!" England hissed. "I do not want to face anybody tomorrow! I'm sure America and France have spread the word that I'm pregnant and I'll be the laughing stock of the whole building tomorrow!" England began to cry, holding his knees against his chest. His body soon became slowed down as he ran himself dry of tears. He stood up, shaking and slowly made his way over to the kitchen. "Maybe if I make myself some tea, I'll calm down."

A few minutes later, England sat down on the couch and took a small sip. He immediately spit it out, thinking it tasted disgusting. He paused, eyes widening. Something was not right. He made the tea exactly the way he always does. So why was it disgusting? He tried to take another sip, just to be sure, but ended up spitting it out too. What is going on? England thought, shaking. Just then, the smell hit him. He dropped the cup on the ground, contents spilling everywhere as his hands flew to his mouth and a wave of nausea came over him.

The next thing England knew, he was hovering over the toilet, emptying his stomach's contents from breakfast that morning. He groaned as he dry-heaved, wiped his mouth and stood up, using the wall for support. When does it stop? This has been going on for almost two weeks now! England decided maybe he should look it up. He rinsed his mouth, hoping to get rid of the taste left in his mouth and headed for the computer. He turned it on and clicked on the internet icon. He went to Google and typed in 'morning sickness'. He scrolled through the websites and clicked on various ones, reading what was on the screen.

"Bloody hell," he sighed as he finished researching. He looked at the clock and was shocked. He had been searching on the internet for over an hour! Well, sure, he had moved from morning sickness to pregnancy information in general. He didn't know how far along he was, so that didn't help him much when he wanted to know what was happening to his child and his body. He sighed and shut the computer off, standing up. He decided to get something to eat, but what? He wandered around the kitchen, opening the cabinets and fridge to see what food he had. Nothing looked appetizing. He sighed and sat down, thinking about what was appetizing. Suddenly, something did come to mind that made him almost gag. An image of escargot and American French fries appeared. England looked down and lifted his shirt up. "Little one, is that really what you want?" The need for the two foods got stronger.

England sighed and ordered the food from a nearby restaurant. After England hung up, he was truly confused now. How was he supposed to tell who the father was? The baby was not helpful at all, wanting both French and American foods. He rubbed his belly and sighed, sitting back down on the couch and waited for his food to be delivered. England then realized the spilled tea on the floor.

"Dang it!" he hissed, grabbing paper towels and setting them down, trying to soak up the mess. He kept coming back after the towels became soaked and soon he was finished, for nothing was coming up. At that point, the doorbell rang. England hurried to answer it, money in hand. He opened the door and the delivery guy gave him a weird look. England knew it was because he had ordered fries and escargot. He paid and took the dish, thanking the guy. He shut the door and found himself hurrying into his house so he could eat the food. The next moment, he was shoveling down the food like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

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England's alarm clock went off the next morning, blaring in England's ear. He groaned and shut it off. He grudgingly got up and began to get ready for the meeting. He pulled on his pants and found himself struggling to button them up. He groaned as he sucked in and fastened his pants up. When he let his breath out, he winced. He was upset with the situation. These pants had still fit him a month ago! He pulled them off angrily and threw them across the room. However, to England's dismay, every single pair of dress pants that England owned was too tight for his comfort. He would've died if he had worn the pants to the conference. The only thing that fit him comfortably was a pair of black sweats. He decided to wear them, noticing they looked nice enough with his shirt and tie. He tucked his shirt in and ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to flatten it.

He inspected himself for a few more moments before deeming himself fit to go and headed out the door. He drove to the conference building and pulled up into a parking spot. He recognized a few other countries' cars in the parking lot as he got out and locked his car. He slowly made his way up to the building and opened the front doors. He sighed as he walked into the room and took his seat, with about ten minutes remaining until the meeting started. Countries slowly filed in and took their seats as well, pulling out their paperwork and organizing their belongings.

England still had no idea why they had to attend these blasted meetings. Nothing ever got accomplished and everyone just ended up yelling at each other. He didn't want to be here in the first place because he felt nauseous and light-headed. He groaned and laid his head forward on the table. Some of the others looked at England curiously, but then looked away, bored. Before England knew it, all of the countries had shown up and sat down. Germany tapped England's shoulder impatiently so the meeting could start. England sighed and stood up, cleared his throat and began his speech.

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Here's the next chapter. Hope you guys like it.