Yeah, I... I don't really know what happened. I don't ever want to abandon a fic, but... God damn.

...I have some good news.

My boyfriend proposed to me. I'm engaged!

Aaaaaaah! w

Also, since this fic had MPreg in it, guess who became an uncle on Easter day?

And guess who's going to be an aunt once she's married?

I just dated the start of this chapter.

...

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

I'm gonna use my "it's just a fan fic" card for this. Either wise this chapter would NEVER be started, let alone finished!

APHAPHAPH

England had to lie back against his chair. 'Shouldn't they be distracted by baby things? No, of course not. They probably feel just as bad as I'm feeling, if not worse.' He thought to himself. 'My people should be able to overpower their's, though. Especially America's. A lot of America's women should be pregnant. At least, I think that's how it works.' He pressed his hand against his forehead.

"England, sir!" One of his men ran up to him. "Prussian ships have been spotted close by! I think they're coming for you!"

"Of course they're coming for me! I need to leave, now!"

"Where will you go?"

England started stuttering. "It doesn't matter as long as they can't find me."

"Alright. I'll get a horse for you."

"If you can, get me a carriage with a jockey. I doubt that I can stay on a horse in this condition."

"I'll return as soon as I can, sir."

"Thank you. If you can't find one, I'll just take a horse instead and hope for the best." England struggled to stand up out of his chair. 'I can barely stand up without shaking.' He took a deep breath. "Just do it quickly!" The person who's in the room with him nodded and scrambled away. England had to lie back against his chair and close his eyes to save his energy.

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Prussia's ships landed by shore hours later. They were already greeted by a group of people ready to fight them if needed. Prussia scoffed at them.

"We don't care about any of you. We're only here for England. Though, if you're going to fight..." Prussia drew his sword. "I hope you people have already said "good bye" to your families, because you're not going to be able to see them after this."

Prussia's crew lowered the ramp onto the dock and charged into the island with their hand's on the handles of their swords. "Spread out until you find England! Kill whoever tries to get in your way!" Prussia's men gave out their best war cry, which made Prussia smirk. 'I love giving orders. I really do.'

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England had his head in his hands. He wasn't feeling good, and on top of that, Prussia's men were after him. It bothered his stomach when the carriage he was hiding in started strolling down a rocky road.

"Oh God, stop!" He jumped out of the carriage before it made a full stop. He ran to a nearby tree with his hand clutching his stomach. 'I didn't plan to have to deal with Germany's people! How stupid can I be?!' He coughed violently. 'I should have known that Germany would care about America's land, but he didn't seem like he actually did!' He started gagging now, feeling his body fight with itself to keep his breakfast down. 'It's only because of that damn baby that he actually cares! And now, his brother is murdering my people, on top of Germany's people defending America's in America's land!'

A sword stabbed the tree he was crouching in front of all of a sudden. "Hello, England."

A spark of anger surged through England's body. "What the hell are you doing here, frog?"

"I'm good friends with Prussia, and I actually kind of care about his family. You already know that." France said in an almost monotoned voice.

"The jockey-"

"Wounded, but not dead. Even if you had the time to surround yourself, there was no way your guards could have out numbered us. We were able to take down the people who didn't leave the port area pretty easily because there were almost twice as many people on our side. We'll stop killing and wounding people if you come with us quietly."

"Ha! Do you really think that I'll just let myself be tortured by Germany?"

"With what time? He's going to have a baby soon. I think he just wants to know where you are to make sure that your people doesn't do anything stupid like attacking America's people while he's pregnant."

England started coughing again. He knew that he didn't have much of a choice. At this point, he could barely stand up. France sighed in pity towards England. His arms were tied behind his back, and he was lifted up and over France's shoulder.

England started struggling weakly. "Let me down! I'll walk!"

"You can barely stand."

England started panicking. "France, they're not stopping! You said that they would stop but they haven't! They're going to kill me!"

"They'll stop as soon as they see you with me. I know where a bunch of them are, and they'll spread the word pretty quickly from there."

"You can't do this! I'll die! Germany's going to kill me!" He started hyperventilating.

"I've already explained that he won't have the time to do anything to you. Okay, maybe he'll kick you or something, but he mostly just wants to know that his baby and America are going to be safe." England calmed down a little. France sighed. 'Though, that could mean that the crew members of the ship will go a little crazy with him, but I'm not about to tell him that.'

France spotted some of Prussia's people once they got to a busy part of England. "Hey, I got him! You can stop looking and instead protect me from anybody who'll try to get England back! Or you can spread the word and meet me on the ship. Either way works for me, just as long as you keep the blood shed to a minimum!" A few men surrounded France to guard him while the rest ran off in different directions.

"Hey, do you think that Germany's and America's people will stop once we get England there?" One of them asked.

"Well, since Spain took his crew to America, we'll need somebody to get him back for us. We'll send one of our ships over there to get them, and to spread the message." France replied. "Maybe England's people will understand and they'll actually stop trying to kill off everybody while England recovers."

One of the men smirked. "You do realize what we plan on doing to him once he's on the ship, right?"

England gasped and started struggling again. France sighed. 'God dammit.' The other men started coming up to him to help France, but it only made the struggling worse. "Try to leave him alone, okay? He's already stressed out, and I'm close to being stressed out as well." The men backed away, which made England calm down a bit. "Thank you." France whispered. 'I'm sorry, but once we're on the ship, I probably can't help you anymore.'

APHAPHAPH

OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING DONE!

I WAS ABOUT TO PUT A HIATUS THING ON THIS BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH TROUBLE THIS CHAPTER WAS GIVING ME!

AND I GOT IT DONE BEFORE THE NEW ASSASSIN'S CREED GAME!

So as some of you may already know, I got really, really into developing games... That's only part of why this took so long to write.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Niiight~!