UsUk: (It's been so long since I've done these two!)

Most nations didn't know that Arthur was pregnant. Alfred also had a hard time taking it in. It was three months after they found out that Feliks was alive, and after many, many celebrations, the couple were finally back in their London apartment. Arthur was showing now, well at eight months you'd expect that, but he hated it. Like most women during pregnancy he kept saying he was fat, and ugly but of course Alfred tried to be the hero and comfort his heavily pregnant husband.

To be precise, he was exactly eight months and three weeks. He had a scan a few days ago and all that confirmed was that the baby was fine, they didn't want to know the gender and Arthur was glad that they weren't having twins or even triplets.

Arthur lay back into his arm chair, placing his tea down on the mahogany coffee table beside him. He threw his head back against the soft back of the chair, something was different and Arthur knew exactly what was. It was quiet. So quiet that you could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock against the hallway wall. There was only one explanation for the quietness, and it was the most obvious. Alfred had gone downtown to buy a new video game and do the shopping. The shopping being something Arthur would normally do, but because of his condition Alfred offered to go instead.

It gave Arthur just a little more time to himself, though he shouldn't have really trusted Alfred with the shopping, who knows what the American would buy, probably everything sweet that he could find. Though that wasn't the worst of Arthurs problems right now. You see, being pregnant was not something Arthur liked, and he technically needed help to move anywhere, so he felt trapped. Trapped in a sense that he couldn't do anything and that he couldn't really move. And it really pissed him off.

As he sat in silence looking out the apartment window at the city around him, he couldn't help but feel a bit... lonely. Alfred really did take up a lot off his life, and though he didn't really like to show it he was in fact head over heels for the git.

"Angleterre~! Where are you~!?" Arthur froze. That voice. That language. It had to be... Francis!? What was he doing in London. Why was he in his house!?

"You should really lock the front door! I mean, anyone could've got in, you were just lucky it was moi!" The footsteps got closer to the living room, as did the voice. This was bad, Francis didn't know he was pregnant!

Arthur shifted quickly throwing a blanket over his stomach and curling up slightly onto his side, so his bump wasn't as visible, well he was wearing one of Alfred's 'batman'
T-shirts which slightly hung off him, so he was okay.

"Oh~ Are you asleep?" Francis asked and Arthur opened one of his eyes, he wasn't even sure why he closed them in the first place. "Eh, no, why are you here, frog?"

"Well, I just wanted to see you, is that so wrong? I was in London anyways with my Mr. Hollande, so I thought I'd stop by!" He explained, Arthur tucking his legs up more as he was getting a bit self-conscious. "So, where is Alfred. You live together, no?"

"Well, he's gone shopping and he wanted to buy a new video game so he's gone off to get that as well." Arthur said as Francis walked past him and sat on an arm of the chair opposite where he sat. He took up his tea and sipped a bit, nervous when he noticed Francis' eyes on him.

"Would you mind if I made myself some tea?" Francis asked, which surprised the Brit. "No, but don't make yourself to comfortable here, frog!"

Francis scoffed, and as he once again walked past Arthur he put his hand through Arthur's sandy brown hair causing his head to go back with Francis' hand. Arthur was about to complain but Francis was already in the kitchen and the Englishman really had no energy left.

"Where do you keep the- Oh~ never mind!" Arthur sighed, his peace and quiet was now gone. And of all people it had to be Francis, he wouldn't have minded if Alfred had come back early or something like that.

Arthur looked down at the blanket, where you could see it came out a bit. Great, he thought, so he couldn't move until the frog left, this would be fun.

In the kitchen Francis was boiling the kettle, and also searching for a suitable cup that Arthur wouldn't kill him for using. On the counter he saw various things, bills, letters addressed to both men who lived here, and also a framed picture of Arthur and Alfred, though it was hidden by many things. He took it out, looking over the picture, rubbing his thumb against the glass and the sides of the small frame. The picture inside looked to be only a while back. Both were dressed casually, and from what Francis could see in the background it looked like New York.

They were smiling, Alfred's arm hung around Arthur's shoulder. Francis looked at the back, in black marker was written, 'Me and Artie's three year anniversary, can't wait for many more!'. Francis laughed, it was so like the American. If only him and Arthur could at least be friends, it was all the Frenchman ever wanted.

The sound of glass crashing to the ground made him put the picture back in its place, and he turned to look back at the door of the living room which was now closed.

"Angleterre? Are you okay?" Francis called though got no answer. "Mon Dieu, what a bother!"

He walked into the living room finding Arthur on the ground, pieces of broken glass around him. Arthur's hand was out stretched in front of him looking for something to clutch onto, his breathing was heavy.

Francis ran over pulling Arthur up by the shoulder so that Arthur was looking at him. Tears ran down his flushed face, his eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"A-Arthur, what happened?" Francis asked, for some reason looking down and seeing Arthur clutching his somewhat enlarged stomach. "I-It hurts, It really b-bloody hurts!"

"Angleterre! What hurts! Tell me!" Francis pleaded but before Arthur could reply he shut his mouth clenching his teeth in pure pain. Francis had never been so panicked in his life, well except for the day Joan died but this was a different kind of panic.

Francis made Arthur sit back, which made his groan in pain. He took off the blanket that Arthur seemed to be hanging on to for dear life.

"Arthur... you're...?" Francis froze after discovering what Arthur had been hiding. Arthur scoffed, "Yes, git, I am pregnant. And right now I'm in labour, you frog!"

"Calm down, Angleterre, you wouldn't want to hurt the baby." Francis pleaded before lifting Arthur into his arms. To his surprise the English nation didn't struggle, actually Francis swore he held on tighter. He lay him onto the three-seater sofa, before running into the kitchen and getting water and more towels.

In the living room, Arthur was in more pain than the time he was shot three times in the chest during WW2. He held onto the side of the seat for dear life. Why did it have to be Francis? And where they heck was his husband?

"Francis!" He groaned as Francis ran back inside with the necessary materials. "Look, I'll call Alfred!"

Francis fiddled around for his phone, and on finding dialled the American's number.

"Bonjour Alfred! ...I'm good et tu?" Francis grunted getting a whack of Arthur. "Oh, sorry, actually Alfred, could you come back here please, Arthur is in labour."

Francis nearly dropped the phone as Alfred screamed directly into his ear. Arthur couldn't help but smile at the face on Francis. It was like he had seen a ghost or something.

"Anyway, He's coming now."

And indeed he did. It was about an hour later when Alfred burst in the door, and ran to his husband's side. "Artie are you ok?"

He kept asking the same question, in fact he was more scared than Arthur was.

"Ok, Here we go Arthur, you ready?" Arthur gave an uncertain nod, and begin to press down hard onto Alfred's hand.

"She's tres belle!" Francis exclaimed holding the newborn into the air. Francis had just washed the baby, calming her down as she cried a little. Arthur was still awake, breathing heavily, still holding onto Alfred's hand tightly. "Our little girl Arthur!"

Alfred took her off of Francis, and looked over the little girl. She was perfect. Little blonde curls, fair skin, though she did have Iggy's eyebrows but that made her even cuter!

Alfred smiled down at Arthur who looked as if he could just fall asleep right there and then, though that would be understandable, saying he used up all his energy over the past few hours.

The little girl was asleep now, her tiny hand wrapped around Alfred's single finger. He smiled. She really was flawless.

"So what are you going to name her?" Asked Francis folding some of the unused towels.

Alfred and Arthur both looked at each other. "We were thinking Poppy Rose."

"Poppy Rose... That's tres bien!" Francis smiled also looking over the girl. "You both made the most cutest child!"

Arthur blushed, though Alfred decided to laugh instead, not to loudly or it would wake the child.

A few hours later Francis had gone back to President Hollande, and Arthur was asleep. Alfred sat in the nursery with his little girl just watching her, she was so pretty, so... well, British!

"Hm, maybe I was wrong Poppy." He said as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Miracles really do happen."

USUK Fin.

I want to do DenNor on its own, so that'll be in a while I promise, and in the sequel DenNor, and Adrian will be in it more, I promise!

So, does everyone like the name Poppy Rose Kirkland Jones? I think it's kind of cute! I love the name Poppy it's so pretty! Anyways, sorry for this being so late. I couldn't think of anything to write, that's why this chapter is bad, but I hope you like anyway!

Next chapter: RoChu. Last chapter will be DenNor. I can't believe I'm nearly finished. *cries in corner*

Hope you enjoyed, and please review,
Loveless4life!