Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.
Warning: Mpreg FrUK. OOC. typos. grammatical error!
English/French is not my first language, please bear with me
"Pardon?"
England couldn't believe his hearing ability. He stared at Dr. Reed who looked at the ultrasonography's monitor beside the nation's bed.
His green eyes turned to the monitor as well. England has come to Dr. Reed because he has felt sick for several months now. Usually, he won't bother to check up and prefer to endure it silently but his fairies friends strongly suggested to him to go to the doctor because they were worried.
Dr. Reed, a member of the special medical team for royalty, was England's private doctor. Every nation has its private doctor who will aid them in medical care. Despite being a country, they possessed a human-like body. Live and bleed like a human yet stronger and live longer than a human. That private doctor carefully selected and usually an apprentice from the previous doctor. Dr. Reed, an old man who will retire in several years has chosen a young doctor who will inherit his position as England's private doctor. This young doctor, Dr. Loire, assist Dr. Reed in this evening section.
"You are pregnant," Loire restated what Dr. Reed said. The young doctor has been informed that his main job after his predecessor retired was to look after England. He knew England was a country with a human-like body. Other than their longer lifespan and forever youthful appearance, Dr. Loire a bit puzzled because, "No one told me that you can reproduce, Mr. England."
"What?" His green eyes widened. "No, it must be a mistake."
"I'm afraid there is no mistake, Mr. England," said Dr. Reed gently. His right hand still pressing the abdominal transducer on England's belly who was laying down. "Do you see the little circle here? It's a growing fetus. Your baby."
England gaped, "Wh-what?"
"Your sickness is the symptoms of your pregnancy, Mr. England."
The island nation blanched, "It's impossible. Your machine must be broken, Doctor."
Reed stared at England briefly before pulled the transducer back to the machine and let the Loire wiped out the gels from England's belly. "Dr. Loire, the lab's result please," said the old Doctor. The Loire gave it to England who read the paper.
"We checked your blood first because we can't find anything that caused your sickness and we found your hCG level is 220,000. I suspect it may be the cause but the ultrasonography confirms it," elaborated Reed.
Astonished, the young doctor asked, "May I know how is it possible, Dr. Reed? I'm sure I read all of Mr. England's medical history and some of the other nations but this was never mentioned. Even from female nations history or is it a top-secret situation?"
"I wish I have the answer, Dr. Loire," Reed answer truthfully. "I have never encountered a case like this."
England looked at both doctors, "It's no wonder you don't know, even I don't know that it's possible. No nation has ever been pregnant in all my life. How is it possible?" He looked down at the paper in his hand.
Pregnant? A baby? He didn't know what to feel or think about it. England knew perfectly that he was not a human so a normal human rule like a man can not pregnant couldn't be applied to him. Like his long lifespan and youthful appearance. He may eat, bleed, breathe like a human but he wasn't one. Both doctors realize this as well, that's why they weren't that shocked. However... pregnant? It's a whole different matter despite his gender physically.
"Mr. England, do you realize we have to report it to the Queen, don't you?" Reed pulled England from his train's thoughts. England sat up and looked at the old doctor. "She needs to know."
"Yes, I will tell Her Majesty," England sighed. "I just... need time to think about it, Doctor."
Both his doctors sent him an understanding look. Reed reassured him, "Take your time, Mr. England. It's a big decision to make. Besides, you may want to tell your lover about this before anything."
Green eyes widened once again, "Wh-why?" His cheeks blushed.
Loire said, "It's your lover's child too."
"I suggest you do it as soon as possible because we can't hide something like this from The Queen for a long time."
England looked troubled.
—000—
Reluctantly, he knocked on the front door. England heard a voice inside and his heart beating faster. He didn't know what to say to this person. England wished he has time to think thoroughly about this but like Reed remind him, The Queen will need to know about this information. If this person doesn't know it beforehand, it will be troublesome. Therefore, here he was.
The white door opened, "I'm ready, Gil— Angleterre?"
Blue eyes blinked, he checked his watch, it was midnight. "Why are you here? Did Gilbert invite you too?" He asked.
"Why would I need his invitation to be here, Frog?" England replied with a scowl. Somehow, he didn't like the idea of France, looking dressed up to meet some guy. Well, he knew Prussia but still dislike the idea of France with someone else.
"I think you need my invitation, though," France teased him. "We will go drink somewhere with Antonio too. Do you want to join?"
"No. I can't," England blanched as he realized his reason to decline. France noticed and a bit surprised. It was rare for England to decline an invitation to drink. So, he asked, "Arthur, what's wrong?"
"We need to talk, Francis," England said quickly. As if his courage may leave him any moment. France blinked, England looked uneasy albeit tried to conceal it. And, Britain called France's human name which was only he used on several occasions.
"Oui," he invited the younger nation to come in. France prepared the tea then both of them sat in the living room. England kept silent for quite a long time. It was unusual.
"Arthur," he called him cautiously. A silent England was never a good sign. "You said we need to talk, what —"
"I'm pregnant."
Silent filled the room.
"Que?"
"You heard me."
"Angleterre, it's not April fools anymore," to make sure, France checked the date in his smartphone. He chuckled, "It's the end of April."
Scowled, England took out his lab test from Reed and the 2D photograph of the fetus. "Look at this, I just found out today," he crossed his hands on his chest. Glared at France who took the photograph, England knew his human name printed at the top of it. Along with Dr. Reed's name. Usually, neighbor nations like them recognized their private's doctor. The lab's results also have their names.
France knew Dr. Reed and met him several times in the past. Each private doctor from every nation was under oath to serve their nation truthfully and to the best of their ability. It means that this photograph and lab's result is real. This news wasn't a joke.
"How? I didn't know a country as we can—" France muttered lowly on his seat beside his guest.
England beat him, "Me neither."
France's phone ringing then he picked it up. "Mon Ami," he heard Prussia on the other line protesting, "something's came up, I can't come. Talk to you later. Je suis désolé."
A heavy silence present followed that.
"You came here means... it's mine, isn't it?" France inquired.
England offended by that question, he stood up in anger and snapped, "Damn you, Frog! Do you think I'm a slut? That I will forget with who I slept with?!?!"
"I'm not saying that, mon cher," France said gently after quite surprised with England's sudden outburst. He stood up calmly, "I just want to make sure we are on the same page."
"Why would I come here if it's not yours, Frog? Do you think I have that much time? Bloody amazing! How genius you are!" England annoyed. France wanted to point out that they were not official lovers or anything. It's complicated to define their relationship. They were allies, childhood friends with sometimes occasionally having sex with each other. They never voiced out the L-word. It may sound like 'fuck buddy' but France loathes that word to describe their relationship. Yet, he noticed something. "Time? What do you mean?"
"I haven't reported this to my boss," England averted eyes, "I asked Dr. Reed to hold this information until I told you but it won't be long before The Queen know."
France frozen briefly, he knew the weight of this situation. They were country, of course, their boss has to know. He muttered, "Ah, oui, The Queen. How long do you think before she knows?"
"The latest will be tomorrow night," England replied with an uneasy expression. He sat down again and went into a silent mood once more.
The older nation couldn't blame him. France himself had mixed feelings about this. As a country, this pregnancy thing would be a political problem between them. Including experimenting with other countries' medics as well to find the cause of these. "What do you think of this?" France asked.
The silence was the only answer France get from England. It was understandable, even France didn't know what to think. It was so unpredictable. No one expected something like this could happen. So, when England muttered lowly, "I don't know..." France understood.
They were blanketed by silence again.
"So, we have to decide before The Queen knows," France followed England's suit, sat beside him. He put his right elbow on top of his knee then rested his head which started to become a headache on his palm. "What options do we have?"
England stiffened, "We have to tell our bosses and have a private meeting before the words get out and other countries know."
France kept silent as England explained his option, "Basically we have two options regarding this pregnancy. Give birth or terminate this pregnancy."
The last choice didn't sit well with France, he asked, "Terminate? Do they know how to do that? I doubt any other doctor in the world would know how you get pregnant in the first place, let alone to give you abortion."
"What makes you think you can rule out that option, Slimy Git?"
"I'm not a doctor but I do know we are not a human, Angleterre," said France. He emphasized his guest's name. Green eyes widened. He gazed into blue eyes as the owner continued, "That fact alone could be the first factor why you are pregnant. A male human can't get pregnant. What would happens to you should the doctors try to terminate this pregnancy humanly? I wouldn't try that if I were you. Without knowing the risks. This child was conceived by us, two nations. This child is ours."
England stunned, "Are you saying... you want this child?"
Blue eyes widened a second then softened as his lips curved a slightly sheepish smile, "Would it be bad if I want us to have this child?"
England turned speechless. His green eyes followed France's movement when the older nation put his knees on the floor beside England and took his hands without breaking their eye contact. "Do you not want to have this child, Arthur?"
"I..."
France elaborated, "We've known each other since we were young. We've fought as an enemy, we've fought side by side as allies, we share intimacy like a lover, would it be unthinkable to have a child together?"
England closed his eyes. His bushy eyebrow frowned deeply. He knew France has a point. What makes this situation different? The first thing he thought was, "It's not my decision to make. My Queen—"
"Is not the one who is pregnant. You are."
England silenced. But, refused to lose, "It will be a politics—"
"Oui, yet this child is ours. I know how fond you are of children," stated France. He knew England worry about something but knowing the guest's personality, he may not want to voice it out. "Don't even bother to say that you don't know how to raise a child. You raised Alfred and Mattieu for centuries."
"It's different!" England exclaimed. His face let out his emotion without concealing it. Terrified at the fact, "W-we don't know this child will be a country or something. We don't know what kind of shape it will take. An Island or country like us? Will this child be able to live at all? You don't know that!"
A tear escaped those green eyes as he let out his doubt, "What if... what if... our child can't survive..."
France embraced him gently. Let England cried out his worries. He knew where it was come from. Undeniably, England loves children. But, since America's Revolution War, England has been hurt. France thought, maybe England compared that time with his worries if he lost this child. Unlike America or Canada, which they found and raised, this child will be born with unknown shape. England's worry could be intensified by unbalanced hormones which normally happened to pregnant moms.
"Angleterre," France said gently, "I won't lie to you that it can happen. I don't blame you to think like that." England held back his sob despite his tears flowing on France's shoulder, but he listened to what the older country added, "However... can you imagine... there will be a child with blond hair like us and bushy eyebrows like yours, running towards us with a gleefully smile, calling us, 'Hey, hey, Papa, hey, hey, Mama' then telling us the story which we may found adorable just by the way this child talk?"
The younger nation will never admit it but he could envision it perfectly as France did. The older nation reminds him, "Isn't there is a possibility that it may happen too, is it?"
Yes.
England wouldn't deny that.
"If the worst happens, I promise you," France told him as he framed tear-faced England tenderly, gazed into those beautiful green eyes, "You won't be alone, Mon Cher. I will always beside you. We will face it together."
France kissed England sweetly.
There was visible calmness around the younger nation. England hugged him, muffled into France's shoulder, "Why would I be the 'Mama'?"
"If you want to be called 'Mummy' is fine by me. Or 'Daddy', you pick, Angleterre," France smiled.
"Git."
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