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A/N: Happy Birthday America! (7/4/12)


Running blindly on a moving ship with a sick stomach was not really one of the greatest ideas for the blond female.

Mathilda gulped the lumped again, her stomach was demanding to spill all her breakfast content had she hadn't notice were she was going. She bumped into a hard wall, which she fell down on her rump with a groaned.

"Are you alright, Mathilda?" The thick German accent had her face blushed at bumping to her brother-in-law. Funny, how that sounded odd to her but in her situation now wasn't really her concern.

Ludwig helped Mathilda up and saw that her face was a bit green and flushed at the same time, if that was possible.

"You're seasick?" but before Mathilda was able to say anything. The muscular gentleman had practically grabbed her to a door behind him and behold. It's the chamber pot Mathilda had been searching for.

She quickly went to it and gagged all the content with tears forming her eyes. This is humiliating, she thought. As she was sure that Ludwig was frowning behind her.

The last of the content was out and her abdomen was sore from over contraction and she was suddenly feeling a little light headed. The smell of the room wasn't helping her condition as well.

She straightened herself and idly smoothes her pale pink dress. A small knock behind her had her remembered she had an audience. Though she took a deep breath and turned around, the door was close. A soft relief had escaped from her paled lips as to having a thoughtful brother-in-law.

With shaky hand, Mathilda turned the knob and was face to face with a worried look on the usual stoic face of the Prince.

"I'm fine now." Mathilda assured the Prince as he moved aside to let her pass. And with a soft "Thank you." Was said to him, but before she took another step. The vision of the quiet hall had suddenly been spinning a little. She would have fallen down the floor again, but Ludwig was aware and prepared this time. He pulled her up and held her by the arm and walked slowly to her room.

"Maybe we should request to move your room nearer to a chamber pot." Ludwig said. Though Mathilda only nodded her head as she tried not to feel uncomfortable on his arms. It was rather awkward as of now. Her face had returned their colour and much more as to her position.

What seemed like hours to Mathilda, had finally ended when a very worried Gilbert was walking towards them. He quickly grabbed Mathilda out of his brother's arms to his chest and smooths the small of her back and kissed her forehead.

"I was worried when you suddenly jump out of bed." Feeling a little out of place as the couple hold each other, Ludwig turned the opposite direction but after saying that, "Mathilda has seasick. Make sure to take care of her bruder."

Gilbert nodded at his brother and helped Mathilda to their room. Once inside, Gilbert gave Mathilda the bottle, which Yue had given to him, again to sniff as he went to the chair and stared at her.

Mathilda's quietly sniff the pleasant aroma and her head was pondering whether to tell her husband at this moment that she was carrying their child that made her stomach upset and not the sea.

"You should have told us you have seasickness, before Ludwig books the rooms." Mathilda's lavender eyes turned to the scarlet ones. His face was blank of any emotions so she couldn't quite tell if he was worried or just making an obvious statement.

"It doesn't fairly happen all the time." Gilbert got up from where he was seated and went to seat besides her on the bed. He lazily smoothed her exposed arms and murmured something that Mathilda hadn't quite caught it.

"Prince—"

"I thought I told you to just call me Gilbert?" Mathilda blushed and shyly looked away from him.

Gilbert noticed the sudden mood his 'wife' was in and cleared his voice before correcting his abrupt raised tone.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you." Mathilda nodded her head but refused to look at him. He then circled his strong arms around her that had her jerked up in surprised. She relaxed as Gilbert's head rested on the croak of her neck and breathe in slowly on her scent.

"Mathilda." His voice had suddenly turned a little lower and goose bumps were growing on Mathilda's skin. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" asked the shy blond girl. Gilbert raised one of his hands to stay on her shoulder and kissed her exposed neck. Mathilda gasped a breath as the tickle sensation turned to a different kind of feeling.

"For bringing you in this unprepared marriage." Mathilda froze to that statement. Gilbert regrets marrying me? A sad thought had crossed her mind as she kept her eyes on the hall.

"If I had just controlled myself, you should not be in this ship but to the ones with your sister in." Tears were forming on her eyes, though she refused to let them go. Gilbert pulled away from her and continued to talk in his emotionless of a voice.

"I assure you, staying in Germany for a few years can let the scandal be forgotten and for you to have a new start in life."

"W-what?" Mathilda's voice broke as Gilbert continues his speech. It almost seemed as that he was stating his annulment now.

"Mathilda, I'm in no position to be a good husband to you." Then what about a father, Mathilda thought.

"I'm sorry Mathilda, I made a plan for you." Mathilda looked at him with tears filled eyes; some had already fallen from it. Gilbert inwardly shudder at the sight, he had hurt her to many times for yet another. He wiped the tears away from her flushed face.

"When we reach Thurnigia, I will introduce to you as a female friend wanted to see more of Prussia." Mathilda's eyes widen and the tears were falling with no control.

"Shhh, I'm doing this for your own good. You will be a fine wife to whomever you choose for a husband."

"B-but I want you." She unexpectedly grabbed him and cried, soaking his shirt in the processed. He patted her back, as to have no idea how to smooth her.

"It's for your own good." Mathilda jerked up and looked at him in the eye.

"No it's not. I'm—"a knock on the door had Mathilda stopped whether she was about to say and turned to look away from him. Gilbert looked at her sadly and went to the door.

Gilbert was pushed out of the way the moment he opened the door and saw the Frenchman.

"Oh Mathilda I heard from Ludwig that your sick." He gave an unexpected squealed as the sight before him. Mathilda's eyes blood shot red and tears were falling down her flushed cheeks and she was shaking madly.

"Mathilda!" as the overprotective uncle he was. He quickly went to her and hugged her as she continued to cry. Francis smoothed her with words of comfort while his eyes were staring daggers at the shocked German Prince. Prince or not, he was going to have a fight with his new found friend for hurting his sweet little niece.

When Mathilda's cry turned to hiccups, her mind was clear enough for her to made up an excused to let her uncle's worry lessen. When she got up from his hugged she smiled tiredly at him.

"Mathilda, dear. What's upsetting you? Is it the German?" the last statement was said in French. Though his attempt to not let Gilbert know was understandable. But Gilbert knows enough French to say he was talking about him.

"No, I just my sister and mama and papa." Mathilda's replayed at a different accent to it that Gilbert didn't how to interpret it. Francis raised his fine eyebrows at it. But if his Mathilda wasn't ready to tell him then he wouldn't pushed it and just accepted her excused.

"Do not worry. I'm still here with you." Mathilda gave a small smiled to her cheery uncle and turned to the door.

"I'm sorry I worried you. But I feel like I wanted to go for a walk." Mathilda stood up and Francis turned to Gilbert.

"You might want to escort your wife to a walk." Gilbert was about to do so but stopped when Mathilda's shock her head and firmly said. "Alone."

Mathilda closed the door to both men and walked slowly up the stairs of the ship to the opened. Cool and salty sea breezed welcomes her as she crossed the opened plate form the sun was warm enough to even the cool and she practically smiled at feeling of sun. Staying in England had lessened her time out in the sun and now she was free to just run, if not so for all the people clattered here.

Mathilda scanned and ignored French and English and other foreign people as she walked to a railing. Her un-gloved hand covered the cool railing and stared at the sea crashing wildly to the side of the ship.

She took a deep breath as to cool her mind and unbalance emotions. She was just a week away from seeing her soon or might not be father-in-law. Another saddens thought turned to her mood glummer if ever.

"What a pretty lady doing out here all alone." Mathilda jerked in surprised as someone talked to her. To her. She turned shyly to a tall blond man with green eyes. His hair was pulled straight up in a weird way that had shown his small vertical scar on his right forehead.

Mathilda was taken back at his handsome face, and turned around to look if he was referring to someone else. A small smile turned at his lips.

"You're rather funny. Of course I was referring to you." Mathilda blushed and looked at his chest instead. He wore a typical English suit and a blue and white strip scarf wrap loosely around his neck. He kind of reminded Mathilda about Ivan, who refused to removed his scarf even on a hot day like this. but his stone matured face told her another story.

"You're alone on this ship?" He asked as he lean on the railing besides her. She tugged at her hair and looked at him timidly. He turned his green eyes to her with seriousness in them.

"Do not fret little lady. I will not harm you. Just wanted to keep you company." Mathilda smiled softly.

"I'm just not used to people noticing me." The raised a brow at her.

"Really? A beauty such as yourself." Mathilda blushed at the complement and returned her eyes at the sea in front of her.

"A shy lady you are." She heard him chuckled.

"So are you going to France to fulfil your dreams?" Mathilda turned back to him with a shock look but smile at him after a while.

"No. I'm just stopping over."

"Really? And where are you going? I may ask." His attempt of a gentleman was flawless but Mathilda can tell he wasn't native from England.

"Oh to Germany for. .. Sightseeing." The scared gentleman laughed.

"Sightseeing? Maybe you should go to Amsterdam for that." Then it hit Mathilda.

"You're not a native of France are you?" a smile had broke to his face. Clearly shown his pride of his heritage.

"No, little lady. I'm from Holland." Mathilda smiled and imagine all her knowledge of that country. It wasn't many.

"So I presume you like milk and cheese." His teeth were showing now.

"Do English people only saw that in Dutch?" a blushed form on her cheeks.

"I'm s-sorry." He flicked his hand as to say he was fine with it.

"So back to my original question. Are you alone here?" the shyness had returned but she kept her composure.

"I'm with my uncle and… friends." his brows shock up.

"You're unmarried and alone in this dock? And I though English people hated without an escort." Mathilda was about to correct him but he change the topic again.

"Are you free this luncheon?" Mathilda blinked. Twice. He was asking her, about her company. But she was getting hungry as to her vomiting and she doubted that Gilbert wanted her present at the moment. So she accepted his offer.

"Great. Come, I had been to this ship before, and they served delicious fish here." The idea of fish was to ghastly for Mathilda but she gave him a smile and followed him down to where the dining hall would be.

Sure enough, this ship wasn't high class, but he wasn't lying when he said that they serve good foods here, Mathilda was enjoying her meal quite nicely with him. They shared some stories together. Though what she learned from him was that he was cold to other gentlemen but sweet and carrying to females. Must be that he had a younger sister to take care of that's why he knows what a lady needs.

"What's your name little lady?" she wasn't sure if she can answer him but since they shared a well and healthy meal together that's the least she can do.

"Mathilda." She wouldn't give him her last name, since she wasn't sure anymore what it was.

"Mathilda." He tried it on his mouth and Mathilda smiled at his attempt accent for French.

"Lars. Since I know you wouldn't give your last name. It's fair enough." Mathilda nodded and smiled at him. He had been a good company to get all her worries out of her mind for now and they talked some more. Mathilda was surprised that he was a businessman in his journey from London back to his hometown. Though she told him that she was a just here for her sister's wedding and she planned to go on a trip to Germany with the friends she had meant.

The next thing Mathilda knows that she was back the railing with him laughing by her side. He knows how to grab a women's attention from the sour.

As the sun was setting. Her mind came back to reality that she was getting nearer to France and that she needed to go back to her husband. Her foul mood had returned and she bit Lars a good-bye. Though he insisted on escorting her back to cabin.

When Mathilda opened the door. Two gentlemen were waiting for her. Guilt was running through her as she might have violated her marriage rule. Then she saw Gilbert's smirking face at his brother. They were talking about something in German and they stopped when Gilbert noticed her present.

He quickly went to her and check if she was alrgiht. A blushed had returned to her face as Gilbert hovered over her like a mother to her child.

"Are you alright? You had missed luncheon. Are you hungry?" Mathilda's heart skipped a beat as to why Gilbert was so carrying for her. Then she remembered what he said ealier.

"I'm fine. I ate lunch with someone." The looked Gilbert gave her was priceless. His scarlet eyes turned a bit darker, raged but quickly smiled at her.

"Good. Glad that you are well." Then he turned to his brother.

"We are about to this embark Deauville. You might want to stay." Mathilda nodded her head silently and went to seat down on the bed as both brother's continue their talking.

Mathilda stole some glances from Gilbert and a hope had flicker through her mind. Maybe he still had hope to change his mind once he knows he will be a father. She instickly rubbed her abdomen. And silently murmured to her unburned child. "Your father can be a little carefree sometimes."

"Is your stomach upsetting you again?" Mathilda turned her eyes to two pairs of worried ones. but she assured them that she was fine.


A/N: Yeah hey! I finally about to make Netherlands appear in this. Though I'm not sure if we'll see him again. Maybe or maybe not. But Holland was they were called before.

And truth be told, Netherlands economy wasn't that great back in the 18th, their business partnership with England was declining and they suffered a little. Though they turned it around when they monopolized the East indie trading company. VOC was their official trading company. (and I learn that from devianart user dinosaurusdege's comics of Maaf. Check it out, she is a good artist and it's parallel to the real history.) This chapter was also a little inspired by it, that's why Netherlands is here. And plus he is nice to all ladies. But cold and hard on any living male. Though some of you might find him a little out of character here, sorry for that. I'm new to him. So I don't really know the basis and didn't make him say his last name because personally. I don't it. The usual I read about where either called Netherlands or Lars.

So if you know his last name. Please do tell me. I'm quite found of him. Thank you. And Deauville is a real port in France were its quite beautiful for its tourist post oh and back in the 18th century. Germany wasn't really a best place for sightseeing. It's always either Amsterdam for the painting or Italy for the beautiful culture. (Correct me if I'm wrong).

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