I LOVE THIS TITLE! I WOULD HAVE USED IT FOR THE WHOLE FIC, BUT IT ISN'T SERIOUS ENOUGH!

I KNOW I SAID I'D UPDATE BY SATURDAY! THE CHAPTER WAS ALMOST DONE BUT I LOST THE DOCUMENT AND HAD TO START OVER DX AND THEN I REWROTE IT AND WORD CRASHED.

ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS PRAISE THE LORD FOR AUTO-RECOVER!

That plus thanksgiving fun, awesome family time and stuff is the reason for the delay!

And as for people asking for longer chapters: I'll try. I'm sorry but I can't make any promises. It takes me about an hour for an 800-1,000 word chapter.

And finally: Evemiliana: I'm not ignoring your comment. I will go and change Mathew to Matthew in all my fics soon I swear!

Alfred sighed, barely paying attention to what Arthur was saying. Why wasn't she answering his phone calls? Was she angry at him? Did he do something wrong? Did she lose her cell phone? If only he had her home number, but nooo, his stupid brother refused to give it to him because he would abuse it.

"Alfred, are you listening to me?"

He really wanted to talk to her. It had been two months since he had seen her last. Maybe he should just go over to her place? No that would be weird…

"If only there was a world meeting or something…" Alfred mused.

Arthur raised his eyebrows. That wasn't a bad idea.

"A world meeting would be quite useful indeed. Everyone has been so stressed out since Roderick went missing, this could help us sort things out."

"Huh?...Oh, uh, yeah…Roderick's still missing…"

"So I can count on you to organise the meeting?"

"Uh…sure…"

"Thanks son. I'm proud of you," Arthur said before exiting the room.

Natalya reluctantly followed her siblings into the meeting room. She did not want to be here. Why did the meeting have to be at the White House of all places? As if it wasn't bad enough that she had to be in the same room as the annoying prick that impregnated her, she had to be in his country. Hopefully this will be one of those rare productive meetings that only lasts a few hours.

She would have stayed behind to babysit, but Toris had beet her to it. Damn, she really hated him right now. What was his excuse? Why couldn't he go to the meeting like everyone else?

She winced seeing Alfred running towards her.

"Nat!" he exclaimed.

"Stay away from me," she hissed, pushing past him.

She sat down across from her brother, at the end of the table. Next to her there was an empty seat, with Cuba on the other side of it. Perfect. There's no way he'd-

"Nat! How have you been? I've missed you hon," he said sitting down next to her.

Ivan gave her a confused look and Cuba glared at her. God, what was wrong with this idiot? She rested her head on the table and tried to ignore him.

"Alfred would you please start the meeting," Arthur asked.

"…Roderick is missing and apparently it's a big deal. I don't really care. You guys try and work it out, I'm busy," he said before turning his attention back to the girl he believed he was in a relationship with.

Arthur was taken a back but quickly took over the meeting.

"Roderick has been missing for two weeks now. A lot of have started to assume he's dead, but we shouldn't give up hope just yet. We should continue searching. Does anyone have any suggestions?"

Gilbert loudly stood up, pushing his chair back and earning a glare from Elizaveta.

"Yes, I think I should take advantage of this situation and invade Austria because, apparently, I am a selfish, self-centered asshole who only cares about himself, doesn't give a shit about other people's feelings and hasn't done a single thing to try and bring Roderick back. Because supposedly, I don't give a fuck," he said sarcastically, looking his wife right in the eyes.

"How the hell-"

Ludwig quickly interrupted Liz before a fight broke out.

"As stupid as this may sound, Gilbert's proposition isn't a bad idea. We need someone to take care of the country until Roderick returns. I'd do it myself but I'm busy with my on country. He's the only one available," Ludwig explained, mostly wanting Gilbert out of his house.

A few people reluctantly agreed.

"So it's settled. Gilbert will-"

"What about me?" Peter exclaimed, "I want to be a country too!"

"…Fine. Gilbert and Peter will watch over Austria until further notice."

Gilbert and Peter high fived and started planning how they'd abuse their new power.

"We need to mess up the country as much as we can before he comes back!"

"Definitely. And we should rewrite the national anthem and change the flag!"

"Are we really going to let these two imbeciles have control over an entire country?" Liz asked.

As all this was going on, Alfred continued to try and get Natalya's attention.

"Want to get some hamburgers after the meetings done?" He asked, twirling her soft silver hair around his fingers.

"Leave me alone," she mumbled, pulling away from him.

"Why?" He asked, frowning.

"Just go away."

"Did I do something to upset you? If I did I'm sorry. I really do love yo-"

Natalya snapped and threw him against the wall.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" She shrieked.

Everyone was staring at them.

"…Why are you so mad at me?" he muttered.

"Because you got me pregnant you retard! I hate you!" She shouted, throwing her knife right at his face.

Luckily it missed him by a few millimetres. Alfred remained silent. He just looked at her with a pained expression on his face. She started sobbing and ran out of the room.

He took a deep breath and ran after her, soon followed by Nikita.

On the other side of the room, a second fight erupted.

"You probably don't even know how to run a country anymore! All you do is sit around all day doing nothing!"

"Oh really? Who's the one who stays home and takes care of our son while you go around Europe without a care in the world? Who's the one who takes care of the house while you're gone? And face it bitch, you wouldn't be able to manage Hungary without me."

"That's a fucking lie! I was just fine before I married you, you insensitive son of a bitch! I wish I had never met you!"

"The feelings mutual," he spat at her.

Elizaveta stormed out of the room before anyone cold notice that she was tearing up. Gilbert dragged Peter out of the room so they could start reeking terror on the population of Austria out of spite.

Everyone turned to Mathew, as if they expected him to explain what was going on. Mathew cleared his throat.

"…Gil and Liz got into some kind of argument over Roderick and have separated. Natalya is pregnant and apparently Alfred is the father. That's all I know."

Nikita stopped Alfred.

"Let me talk to her first," she suggested, smiling weakly.

Alfred nodded and hesitated before asking: "…Is she…is she really…"

"Yes. She is."

"I didn't…I had no…why didn't she tell me?"

"I don't know. Wait out here while I try and get her to calm down."

Nikita sat down next to her sister and held her close.

"I'm…I'm s-sorry…" Natalya choked between sobs.

"You don't need to apologize hon," her sister reassured her, rubbing her back, "Not to me."

"I…d-don't…l-like him...n-not like t-that…"

Nikita didn't know what to do.

"…What happened?"

Natalya pulled away and tried to wipe away her tears.

"H-he…he said he loved me…and I didn't know what to do…n-no one has ever…a-and I was l-lonely…it was just a m-mistake...a stupid mistake…" she whispered before breaking down again.

Nikita pulled her little sister towards her.

"Shhh, it's going to be ok. Have you tried talking to him?"

"N-no...I...he...I j-just…"

"You have to talk to him. Tell him how you feel."

Natalya was absolutely horrified by the idea, but she knew it had to be done.

"Want me to stay with you when you guys talk it out?"

Natalya shook her head.

Nikita hesitated before giving her sister one last hug and getting up.

"Alright, I'll give you a few minutes and then I'll send him in."

Alfred knocked on the door ten minutes later. Natalya wiped away the last of her tears and straightened her hair before telling him to come in.

"Hey," he said softly sitting down next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, not looking him in the eye.

"Is it…are you really pregnant?" he asked nervously.

"I am," she whispered, hugging her knees to her chest.

Alfred took a deep breath and rested his head against the wall, looking up to the ceiling. Why did it have to be like this? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think of what to say. He turned to face her. He didn't want her to be unhappy.

"…You could have just told me, I wouldn't have been angry or any-"

"I don't like you," she interrupted him.

Alfred blinked. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He felt like he could cry, but the tears wouldn't come.

"I'm in love with someone else. I'm sorry," she mumbled as the tears started up again. Why the hell was she crying so much?

"I-I s-shouldn't have...used you l-like that…I…I-I'm s-sorry...I n-never meant to...I..."

"Ok."

She looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's ok. I'm.…don't worry about me. And don't apologize," he whispered into her hair.

She held onto his shirt and whispered "I'm such a slut," into his chest.

"No, you're not. It was your first time right?"

She nodded. She held on to him tightly. She had no feelings for him but she liked being held. It made her feel less alone.

"Why am I so selfish?"

"You're not selfish. Stop putting yourself down."

"…Did I say that out loud?" she laughed.

"Yeah," he replied smiling slightly. He wished she would laugh more often. He held her close and rubbed her back. He sighed. He wanted to make her happy but she wanted nothing to do with him. Why hadn't he realized that until now?

"I'll help."

She pulled away and looked at him.

"I don't care if you don't share my feelings. I'll help you through this and won't ask for anything in return."

"Thanks," she replied, trying to smile, but breaking down into tears instead.

He reached out and wiped her cheeks.

"Want to ditch the meeting and get something to eat?"

"…I…I left my k-knife in the meeting room…I…I need to…"

"Ok, let's go get it and then I am taking you out for lunch."

Natalya walked back into the meeting room, holding her head up high and ignoring the stares she was receiving. She yanked her knife out of the wall, put it back on her belt where it belonged and left the White House holdings hands with Alfred F. Jones.

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Just kidding. These two still have a long way to go and I promised a few people that I'd fix up Gilbert and Elizaveta's relationship. And I want to write about Peter and Gil taking over Austria :D

And a thousand other things I want to do with this fic. So it's definitely not done yet.