BLEGHHHHHHHHHH! MOCK EXAMS! SO STRESSFUL! OMG!

Sorry about that little rant. Here is the new chapter:

"Hallo Alfred, it is the awesome me! Birdie told me you'd be in here... heilige Scheiße!"

"¡Dios mío!"

The bad touch trio (as everyone called them)! They were all here! They had just seen him kiss Arthur…Alfred felt like he just wanted to curl up and die. As if matters couldn't get any worse…
And who the hell was Birdie? It could be just a figure of speech, or Gilbert's bird that somehow had made a nest in the Prussian's white hair. Or…no, it couldn't be. He wouldn't tell, not Matthew. Not on his own brother.
All of Alfred's stress came flooding back to him. He blushed deeply and ran out of the room before anyone could say another word.

Matthew was casually sipping his milkshake when Alfred found him. He didn't notice his brother until he was right behind him. Turning on the swivel chair to face him, and still sipping his milkshake, and biting on his straw to show that he was clearly nervous about something, Matthew stammered, "H-hey Al, w-what's up?"

Alfred just glared at him. How could he? His life was full of unnecessary s*** already, with the pregnancy and Arthur's accident. Now on top of all that, he was going to get teased by Gilbert, Antonio and Francis. Great, just f-ing great!

Matthew stared back at him in hard confusion. "I don't know why you are looking at me like that, but whatever the problem is, you could just tell me".

Mortification hit Alfred like a bullet in the chest and a smack in the face. He was denying it. He was actually lying to his face. It was as if everyone in the entire world was against him, betraying him, and it hurt unlike any pain Alfred had ever felt before.
Anger suddenly swelled up inside him like an active volcano about to erupt.

"F*** you Matty!" he yelled, lunging forward and shoving his brother in the chest, causing him to drop the milkshake onto the marble floor, "I thought I could trust you, and out of everyone that could've done it, YOU are the one to let me down!"

Fear filled the Canadian's violet eyes. "W-what the hell are you talking about Al? Would you please calm down, eh?"

"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" Alfred snapped loudly, attracting the attention of a few strangers and causing them to turn their heads to face them. Yet another embarrassment to bear.
He sighed, and wiped the tears out of his eyes.
Matthew looked at his brother in a stunned silence. The fear had died down now, had been replaced with a feeling of sympathy and slight confusion.
He placed a hand on his brother's shaking shoulder, and asks, "What happened?"

Once Alfred had told him, Matthew nodded with understanding. "I didn't tell them anything you asked me not to tell" he explained, "but they did come looking for you. So I told them what they wanted to know. I didn't know that they'd be interrupting something personal. I'm sorry"

Alfred sighed and nodded. He had accused his brother of something he hadn't done, so to make himself feel a bit better and remove any unnesscecary guilt, he decided to buy Matthew another milkshake. He happily agreed and invited Alfred to sit with him.
But out of the corner of his eye, Alfred could see Francis beckoning him over. He told Matthew he'd be back in a few minutes and to save him his seat.

As he approached him, Alfred saw Francis glare at him. The memory of the look he had given him at the world meeting entered Alfred's mind.

He took a deep breath before coming face to face with him fully. "Francis dude, what's up?" he asked, trying to mask his anxiety with a forced laugh.
But Francis was obviously not buying it.

"Alfred, we have to talk" he told the American.

Alfred's smile faded instantly. Whatever was bothering him, Francis was about to tell him. And for some strange reason, this didn't seem right…

"Well, if you haven't noticed already, I like Arthur" Francis continued solemnly, "A LOT! But there is only one problem. YOU! Now, I am ready to compromise, so, seeing as I know your little 'secret', this is how it's gonna be: either you back off Arthur or I'll tell everyone at the next world meeting about your pregnancy. It's for the best after all". He smiled slyly, then added, "Besides, the reason he is in a coma in the first place is because of you. You're like a zone de danger to him. So it's really for the best, oui?" And before Alfred could say a word of protest, he turned and flounced off in the opposite directions.

Translations:

Heilige Scheiße: holy s***- German

¡Dios mío- oh my god- Spanish

Zone de danger- danger zone- French (seems legit)

Oui- yes- French

A/N: DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNN! Now that Francis has finally spilled the beans, what will Alfred do? Find out in the next chapter… (Sorry for yet another cliff-hanger)

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