Matthew sighed as he plopped on the couch, absolutely bored of having nothing to do at all. Ivan went out because he had a meeting with his boss, and his appointment with Roderich wasn't until 3 more hours! Kumajirou had gotten sick, so he was at the vets, adding another bill up along with the water and eletric bill; Sure, Matthew was a country, but he didn't get everything for free. Matthew grabbed the remote beside him, extended his arm, and flipped the Flat screen T.V on.

"The body of Anne Franklen was found dead in the woods just a while ago; Just 3 years old, Anne went missing 2 weeks ago from her front yard where she was last seen alive."

A picture of a small little girl with blond hair and brown eyes appeared next to the reporter, her smile large, hair in little pigtails. Matthew's eyes widened abit, then he frowned and turned the channel.

"Oh jeez. Why would people do that? That poor little girl..."

Before the Canadian knew it it was time for him to go see Roderich, who was going to check how the baby was doing. Seeing as the countries couldn't exactly go to a normal doctor when sick, they would go to Roderich, who was the country doctor, along with Hungary who was his nurse. But, if one needed to see Roderich, they had to schedule an appointment, tell the reason why they needed on, explain symptoms, deal with picking a date that was good for both of them and a time...it was a huge hassle to do so. Calling Francis so he could pick the man up Matthew locked the front door and waited in his driveway. Soon after Francis pulled up in his silver sports car, unlocked the doors, and let Matthew in.

"Matthew, how are you? Doing good?" The Frenchman grinned at the Canadian as he backed out of the driveway. Buckling his seatbelt Matthew smiled back.

"Good. Just been bored, ya know? Oh! I forgot to give you that cookbook back..."

Francis laughed.

"Non, non, it's fine! So, how far along are you again?"

"Hm...3 months I guess? Since I started in September and now it's November and all."

"Ah, oui, that make's sense."

Arriving at Roderich's Francis and Matthew went in the large warm building.

Matthew rubbed his hands together and blew into hands, his nose slightly red. Francis took off his light pink scarf and wrapped it around Matthew's neck.

"Don't get too cold." Nodding, Matthew gave a small smile and sat down on a chair that was placed out. Suddenly a pair of footsteps could be heard walking towards them.

"Matthew, you're two minutes late!"

Matthew sprang up and gave a small yelp. Francis facepalmed.

"S-Sorry!" Matthew stuttered.

"Come with me."

Following Roderich to a to a rather large room Matthew sat on the medical table and layed down. A ultrasound machine was next to him. Roderich stood next to Matthew and lifted his shirt putting his hands on his stomach and started feeling around, causing Matthew to flinch slightly.

"Seems normal. So I'm guessing you're 3 months?" Matthew nodded.

"Yes. I started in September. So doesn't that mean I have 2 months left?" Roderich shook his head at the Canadian.

"No, that's for girl countries. Boy countries take longer, and it depends on the size of you're country; the smaller, the faster. Since you're the second largest country, I'd say around 11 months should do it."

Matthew stared. 8 more months? He had thought it would take sooner to get this over with. Then again, now that he thought about it, he was rather small for 3 months.

"8 months?" Roderich nodded and started with the ultra sound machine. Matthew shivered abit as Roderich spread the cold gel on his stomach. Francis, who was standing beside Matthew, put a hand on the man's shoulder, watching the screen along with the two. Locating a small, small, little being, Roderich pointed to it on the screen.

"There it is; it's devolping quite nicely." Matthew, for some reason, felt a tear come up in the eye.

"When will you be able to tell the gender?" Cleaning up and shutting the machine off Roderich quickly paused in thought.

"In your 6th month. Now, you need to drink alot of water and eat heathy; drink milk too, because you'll need calcium. Actually," Roderich left and came back with a book, "This will tell you about that. It's also explains other things, like your changing moods for example. Just be careful with it because it's slightly damaged."

Nodding, Matthew got up from the table and took the red book; the title said Maternal and Infrant Care. He opened the red book carefully as he and Francis walked back in his car. Francis began to drive.

"Calcium, roboflavin, iron, B vitamins, vitamin C, vitamin A...it even tells me what foods those are located in and how much I should take...Wow."

Chuckling, Francis pulled up to an Ihop. Closing the book but taking it along as they got out Matthew wondered how that baby was heathly even though he had eaten some junkfood...then again, Alfred was the dad. That would explain everything. Sighing at even metioning that name in his mind, he earned a quick look from Francis.

"Tired?"

"Just getting overwelmed. I didn't think it'd start to get this hard. I knew it'd be hard," they both sat at a booth, "but, from reading that book and from listening to Roderich...I really don't know what to do. It's just so much!"

"Just know that I'm here to help, OK? Alot of people are willing to as well."

Matthew frowned.

"What? People care? They don't forget? What?" This was absurd! When Matthew was in worse situations, when he was terribly sick, no one cared; Arthur had tried to, but he just couldn't remember, along with everyone else. Looking at the table Matthew shook his head, his wavy hair following the motion.

"That's hard to believe." Francis frowned.

"You have more friends than you think Matthew."

"...Ok." The waiter than came over.

"May I take your order?"

The two looked over the menu. Francis began.

"I'll have a coffe and..let's see...a pancake." After writing down the order he turned to Matthew.

"And you?"

"Um...I'll have the same thing, but with water instead." Matthew had heard that drinking coffe while pregnant wasn't a smart thing to do; he didn't drink it much, but he was really wanting some right now. Francis shuffled a bit in his seat.

"So...did you hear about Arthur and Alfred?"

The waiter came and placed their drinks on the table and left. Matthew looked at the man.

"No...did Arthur get pregnant too?" Matthew joked while laughing abit. Francis didn't laugh.

"Alfred left him the other day. Arthur won't come out of his house. I want to do something to help him out, but..."

Matthew sat silent. Alfred had left the person that he had left HIM for? What was that about? They looked so happy together! Putting a straw in his water, Matthew couldn't help but smile just a tad.

"Serves him right."

Francis frowned abit, though he knew that Matthew and Arthur weren't on the best terms right now; Matthew especialy. Blowing on his coffe Francis shook his head abit.

"Yeah. I guess. But I don't like seeing him like that..."

Matthew gave a small smile at the Frenchman.

"It's cause you like him."

"...Yeah," Francis laughed, "But obviously he doesn't like me!"

Matthew frowned at him.

"...I think that he's confused right now. Give him time."

"Yeah. That'd be best..."

The waiter once again came back and placed their food infront of him. Grabbing the mayple syrup Matthew drenched his pancake in the gooey substance, then passed it to Francis. Staring for a moment, Francis thought to say something, but didn't and just put the mayple syrup on his food as well.

"So. Is it going ok with Ivan? He's not doing anything to you, is he?" Matthew shook his head.

"No, he's not. He's really nice, and he's helped me so much." Matthew's cheeks turned a light red as he took a bite of his food. "I mean, he's really too good to me."

"Do you like him?"

Matthew paused. "I don't think so, not like that. I mean..." He thought it over and shook his head. "No. As much as I'd like to...I don't want to think about love right now."

Nodding, Francis took a sip of his warm drink. "Yeah, that make sense."

After finishing and paying the two left to go back to Matthew's house; he felt tired and really wanted to sleep when he got home, only to fall asleep in the car. Parking in the drive way Francis picked Matthew up and walked to the front door. He had noticed a dark-red car in the drive way. Ivan appeared to be back. Knocking on the door, Ivan answered it rather slowly; Francis wanted him to hurry up because, although Matthew wasn't nearly as heavy as his brother, he was still on the heavy side.

"Ah, Francis." Ivan took Matthew.

"Yeah, he fell asleep in the car. Busy day for him."

Nodding, Ivan closed the door as Francis left and went to put the Canadian in his bed. Matthew was rather cute when he slept...

(GentleHina- OK, so, with my Internet down, I had wrote alot! We're having money issues ; A ; We might even have to get rid of the cable for our T.V OTL )