Allies Pregnancy: How The Mother and Father are doing, When The Baby is in Mommy's Belly #1

#4 Francis and François

How Long: 2 Months

Date When Baby Comes/Start: July 15th- April 1st

François slam down his drink as he leans back in his chair. Already work was killing him as he sips on his wine. Francis was already asleep and the 2p Frenchman was about to get snappy. Not that he doesn't mind being a parent or anything, but he just wants to have a break so he can be alone for a few minutes or don't have to listen to Francis complaints. François planted his hands into his face as he thinks about this. Maybe he needs to rethink- the phone rings as François picks it up.

"Bonnefoy résidents," François yelped, "... Oui this is François…. But Monsieur, Francis wouldn't be able to come to the next meeting… Oui, he's pregnant," Outside of the room, Francis listen to this. If only he can listen to the other line on what is going on. Francis open the door slightly as he sees François was still talking to… would "their boss" be the correct words? Francis can figure that out later when he heard what François said next.

"I don't care if you want him there, let the poor man rest… Let me do his work for him… Please, that's all I'm asking… Merci Monsieur," François hangs up the phone as he notices the room felt different. Everything looked alright… maybe not that door in front of him.

"Francis, I know you're there," François said as Francis open the door as he looks over at his… friend? Lover? How would you describe it? I don't know, back to the story.

"Look, François," Francis started as he crosses his arms, "You already have to do your work and I don't think it's a good idea to have added my work,"

"Since when did you care," François asked as he poured himself a drink.

"Since you saved my life," Francis' voice raised. François sips his drink as he looks at Francis. The way he talks, the way he acts… why does his 1p needs to be so hot? Or would sexy be the correct word?

"François?" Francis asked. François shake his head as he looks at Francis. The other Frenchman sigh as he picks up François' arm and drags him to their room.

"W-what are you doing?" François asked as Francis remove François jacket and tie.

"It's time for you to rest,"

In the next morning, François woke up as he felt his eyes were still sleepy. He slowly gets up and saw that he was in the white silky sheets and was in his dress shirt. What happened last night?

"Bonjour comment-allez vous?/Good morning, how are you?/ Francis asked as he rubs François' chest. François was freaking out from the inside as he looks over at Francis.

"... What the hell happened last night?" François asked.

"Well… I think you were buzzed, so I've undress you but you wanted to have sex. I slapped you and lightly pushed-"

"Yeah, yeah, I don't need the full version," François said as he leans up, "... But did we had sex or not?"

"Non," Francis said, "But…" François felt horrified as he looks at Francis.

"What?"

"... You may not want to look in the mirror,"

François jumped out of bed as Francis laid back as he counts in his head. Three… Two… One.

"Qu'est-ce que la baise est arrivé à ma barbe?!" /WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BREAD?!/ François yelled. Francis made himself comfortable as he laid his head on the soft pillows.

"You shaved it," Francis mumble. François was touching his face as he felt naked. Why did he need to shave it?

"I feel ugly!" François said as he touches his face more. Maybe that's how Francis is feeling. And speaking of feeling, François went over to the toilet and vomit. Hangover.

"Francis," François yelled, "Help me,"

"Only seven more months until you're born, little one," Francis mumbled.

Okay, sorry for adding another England Chapter. I thought I posted this but no my brain is not working with me. Also, I kinda thought that what if 1p France is just feeling normal and 2p France has to face hell? I don't know, I'm not even sure why I'm still enjoying thisXD! Oh well, winter is coming *Not literly but in Russia... maybe? No. Right?*