Warning contains: Mpreg, slight language (which is AWESOME!)

Also they aren't countries in this story they are humans… plain humans… yes.

Chapter 14

"What are you doing here?" Alfred's farther had spat at him.

"Me? I'm just here to see family," Alfred said with coldness in his voice.

"You're no family to me, you piece of shit,"

Feliciano had gotten scared then had hid his face in Lovino's arm; Lovino had just sighed and started to comfort his twin brother. Mathew had backed away from his farther the moment his had took a step toward Alfred.

"JAMES! ENOUGH!" Daphne had yelled completely furious with his actions, "YOU TOO ALFRED JONES!"

Alfred had taken a calming breath then had sit back down, but James had been standing there eyeing his eldest son.

"If you don't want to be in the house darling then leave or go in the next room because there is no fighting in the house… got it?"

James kept eyeing Alfred then reached his gaze with his wife, "Yes dear," then had then he had taken a seat next to Feliciano. Feliciano had forced Lovino to trade seats, but it fails because even Lovino didn't want to be next to him either.

"So…" the James started off, "what are you doing here?"

"Well my friends wanted to meet you guys,"

The farther eyed Feliciano, Antonio, and Lovino, but Lovino had been giving shooting glares at the man trying to hide his fear.

"A Mexican?" James had said which he was gesturing to Antonio.

"Do I look Mexican?" Antonio had asked with his 'happy' attitude.

"A little you have the accent…"

"Wow your dummier then Alfred and that saying something,"

"Antonio!" Lovino had yelled smacking the Spaniard upside the head, "sorry about him he just doesn't know when to stop."

"Its fine," James had said coldly.

Then Feliciano had gotten up to Mathew, "Um… can I use the restroom,"

"Of course, here let me show you where it is," Mathew had left the room with Feliciano following him.

Leaving a awkward silence in the room until Alfred had broken it, "Why did you do it," Alfred said glaring at his farther.

"What do you mean by "why did you do it?"" then Alfred's farther had stood up having the Italian and Spaniard looking up at him with fear.

"You know exactly what I mean by it!" Alfred stood up also glaring at his cold farther.

"You mean," then he did that evil smirk of his, it reminded Alfred to much the night that he had left the house, "I punched that weakling,"

"He's not weak!" Alfred defended.

"He is too, why did you think that the British Empire had lost the Revolutionary War?!"

"That's in the past you dumb ass Arthur has no part of that!"

"He may not have been part of it" then James had walked up to Alfred and grabbed his collar, "but you know damn well why I punched that British bitch you call a lover!"

Alfred was even angrier then he was before, "that British bitch I call as a lover, is carrying your grandchild!" Alfred had covered his mouth realizing what he just said, not just to his parents, but to one of his friends, "shit…" was all what Alfred could say.

"What?" Daphne had said in surprise.

"You're lying… he's a man… he can't give fucking birth!"

"Am I?" then Alfred felt a piercing pain gone to his cheek.

"Don't play smart ass son!" James yelled still holding Alfred by his collar, "He can't give fucking birth! If he did he'll just die and out of this world," he was still having that awful emotionless smirk on his. Then Alfred had felt himself being tugged on then had felt himself being pressed against the wall.

Then Antonio had stood up to help Alfred, but then a happy Italian had came to the room with a gasp, "A-Alfred?" was the only thing that Feliciano could say.

"Hey get yourself and Feli into the car," Antonio had whispered into Lovino's ear, "I'll come, but only with Alfred, if I'm not out in ten or fifteen minutes call the police,"

Lovino only nodded and ran to grab the scared Italian's hand then ran out to the car and got in then locked the car not knowing what will happen next.

Antonio had noticed that Daphne had been scared out of her mind, then Mathew had grabbed her hand and pulled her to the closest room and shut the door, but Mathew didn't stayed there he wanted to help he was determine to get noticed by his brother for once. Once Mathew had returned he found his farther badly bruised face.

Mathew could say one thing was "huh?"

Alfred and Antonio had ran to the door Lovino had unlocked the door as soon as he saw Antonio with Alfred running out of the house, Antonio jumped into the back since Lovino was in the front, then Alfred took the wheel and drove off he looked at rearview mirror to see farther having fists clutched and yelling out the F bomb to Alfred and his group of friends.

"How the hell did you get out of there?" was all Lovino could say, while the innocent brother was playing I spy with Antonio.

"Well to be honest, I was playing the weakling while mom was there… I didn't want her to get more scared,"

"By the way," Antonio started to bug in, "why did he punch Arthur or was there no reason behind it?"

"I don't know," Alfred sighed then pulled over to a view point, "I was in my room packing my stuff, until I heard my mom call out my dad's name then I rushed to pack my stuff, then I ran in and saw Arthur… on the floor holding back the tears… holding his mouth that had a little blood spilling out…" Alfred couldn't say the rest, but he knew that Antonio know the rest.

Antonio looked out the window of the car, noticed two Italians were outside the car enjoying the beautiful nature view. Antonio and Alfred walked out of the car to join the Lovino and Feliciano.

"Ve the view I so… bella!," Feliciano had said with excitement.

"Bella?" Alfred questioned.

"It means beautiful in Italian!" Feliciano had said with excitement.

"Really?" Alfred laughed a little, "I guess we learn something new every day,"

"Sì!" Feliciano had said with joy.

After a while they all had their laughs and decided was time to by a room at a hotel.

In England Arthur was the opposite of happy. He was depressed that Alfred was in America and he really couldn't go see him for almost a week now.

"The first I'm going to do that wanker… is have his head," Arthur mumbled to himself completely ignoring the new Sherlock Homes series that is now out. He sighed then looked at his tea then the television and his belly Arthur smiled. That was probably thing keeping himself happy at the moment. He rubbed his stomach and laughed a little. Then he heard the door knocked, he groaned when he heard that sound, he pause the episode then pushed himself off the couch and walked to the door.

Arthur peered through the glass that was in the middle of the door then realized it was Elizaveta and Gilbert, with a sigh of relief he opened the door to see what on Earth they are doing at this time of the day.

"Hello Arthur," Elizaveta had said once he opened the door fully opened.

"Hello Eliza, Gilbert," then the German was smiling.

"Hey… so how are things with the wedding only a week away," Gilbert said with happiness.

"Everything is planned… just waiting on the groom," Arthur had said the last part quietly, but not quite enough for them not to hear.

"Alfred's not here?" Elizaveta asked curiously.

"Yes…" Arthur looked at the ground then back up, "sorry… it's raining… I should of invited you in first,"

"Don't worry about it Arthur… you probably have it rough," Arthur sighed and just nodded and let the couple inside his house.

"So…" Gilbert started as he sat down with Elizaveta and Arthur on the single chair, "where's Alfred…"

Arthur sighed, "America…"

"Wait did I hear you wrong?" Gilbert had asked and repeated Arthur's words, "America?"

"Yes that stupid git is in bloody America," Arthur had paused for a second then continued, "for what reason god I don't know…" Arthur trailed off.

"Mind if we stay here and take care of you?" Elizaveta had asked.

Arthur didn't really mind, he also need his mind off of Alfred for a while, "sure, I nothing to lose now,"

Gilbert chuckle, "then what's your usual craving?"

Arthur blushed at the question, "um fast food…"

"Wow that really is Alfred's kid," Elizaveta had giggled at what Arthur had said.

"So what are you going to dress up as the bride or the groom?" Gilbert asked.

"What?" Arthur said in confusion.

"Well you see I don't think they do a tux in pregnant size…" Gilbert explained.

"Well I suppose your right…" Arthur had sighed.

"So… you're wearing a dress?" Elizaveta had asked.

"I didn't say that though," Arthur was blushing furiously.

"But what are you going to do with a tux?"

"hehe… funny story… Alfred had already bought me a brides dress,"

"What?" they both yelled.

"Yeah… I don't know why I didn't say that in the first place,"

"Can I see it?" Elizaveta said with happiness.

"Sure I don't see why not…" then Arthur had went to his room having Elizaveta and Gilbert followed Arthur to his room to show his dress that Alfred had bought Arthur.

Once Arthur had opened the door such tense was in the air when Arthur had been pushing clothes to the side. Then once he had found it he pulled it out and showed the other two.

"Oh wow its beautiful Arthur… and you hate it?" Elizaveta had said in disappointment.

"What would you expect I'm a man and it's just weird wearing a dress…" Arthur had pointed out the obvious.

"true that…" Gilbert had agreed then looked at his phone to see the time. Then realized it was really late. "Oh hey I think it is time for bed…"

Arthur had nodded in agreement, "the guest room is down the hall third door on your left," then Arthur had put the dress back to its original place it was before then he headed down stairs and cleaned up the place a bit. After he was done he had went up stairs, changed into his pajamas and went off to bed and drifted off to sleep.

Wow this taking longer than I thought… ^^

Oops

But I think I might skip the wedding… review if not xD

Okay and so Arthur is 8 months pregnant if you didn't know and to be honest pregnancy is hard I don't know if I want a kid after writing this story xD

Love ya poppet's~