Today was just a bad day, or rather, Matthew had just went on a bad date. Francis has been pressuring him into trying to find someone nice to spend of his quiet life with. Someone he can relate to and bitch at when Amelia (or the rest of his family for that matter) just gets on his nerves. Today, Francis had set him up on a blind date with one of his co workers, and let's just say, she wasn't the nicest woman in the world. Forget talking about her, Matthew was trying his best to forget about her. Hopefully, Francis wont bring it up in conversation and he -Matthew- can just move on with his life. His lonely, lonely, life.

Honestly, Matthew didn't know why everyone was so concerned about him getting a partner. He had Kumajiro…or was it Kumataro? Kumasi maybe? Whatever. The point that he was trying to make was he wasn't lonely at all. He was happy, successful, and just fine with living the single life. All he needed was his favorite polar bear, his favorite lazy boy, his favorite pancakes complete with his favorite maple syrup, and his favorite Hockey team kicking ass. That's all he really needed, and sooner or later, Francis and Amelia will realize this and leave him to his own devises. Like they should've been doing 10 years ago.

His phone rang.

It was probably Francis trying to hook him up with another horrid female. He sighed then massaged the bridge of his nose, biting back the oncoming headache.

He looked at the Caller ID and realized it wasn't Francis nor was it his annoying little sister. It was actually his mother figure, Arthur. Usually Arthur is so busy yelling at Amelia to even realize that he had a second child. Oh well, maybe he wants someone to bitch at since she's being an idiot and Francis is just impossible for him to talk to.

"Hello?"

"Matthew? Are you home?" He certainly didn't waste any time

"Yeah, I am. What's the matter, eh?"

"Oh it's your bloody sister and your goddamn father! The most irresponsible people in the world! How they both became ambassadors of their countries I completely understand! They're the complete personification of their country!" and there he goes.

The best Matthew could do was listen, say "Mhm" and hope the conversation would end soon. It was rearing in on the 20th minute of nothing but bitching did Arthur say something that caught Matthew COMPLETELY off guard.

"And along with Francis being a total frog and an irresponsible git, your sister has the very nerve of getting pregnant-"

"Wait-what!"

This is when you stop bitching and immediately tell your first born what the fuck just happened to his little sister.

"You heard me! Your sister is pregnant, thanks to that damn Russian!"

Ivan! Ivan got Amelia pregnant! What the fuck! Oh no wait, they were going out for a bit. Well, for two years, but damn. You don't start having kids until you've at least moved in together. They were taking this way too fast.

"So, let me get this straight, eh. Amelia, my little sister, is pregnant with Ivan's child,"

"Yes, you're correct,"

"What the fuck!"

"That is exactly what I said! Well, I tried to say!"

"Does dad know?"

"Why the fuck would I tell Francis about this! He'd harass the girl into doing explicit acts while she's pregnant!"

"Well you know mom, doctors do say that having sex while pregnant is healthy for the baby,"

"What bloody doctor says that!"

"Just look on the internet, Mom!"

That's when he suddenly caught onto the realization that Matthew had been calling him "mom" for a while now.

"Mum! I am no one's Mother!"

Matthew suppressed a laugh, "Yeah, whatever, eh,"

"And don't believe the rubbish that's all over the internet like your sister! That's probably why she's pregnant now!"

Matthew noticed a pair of headlights coming up in his driveway. It was probably Gilbert. He got up to unlock the door. The idiot probably forgot the key that Matthew had got for him his last birthday.

The door burst open, and much to his displeasure, it wasn't Gilbert stomping through his door. It was Arthur. Great...

Matthew hung up the phone, and watched as his "mother" reaked havoc about his home. Picking up and rearranging whatever hay have been out of place as he went on a tirade about his daughter.

"And to think I got her started on birth control when she was sixteen to make her prepared! I thought those damned pills were supposed to prevent pregnancy! What the fuck is she doing pregnant!"

"Who's knocked up?" This is when Gilbert decided to make his awesome entrance

"Who the bloody hell invited you here!"

"Your awesome son you unawesome Brit. Now who's pregnant?" he ignored the seething Englishman

"Amelia's pregnant," Matthew said, making his way to his kitchen, specifically to the medicine cabinet that was right over his sink for an advil.

"Who'd she fuck?" Gilbert followed him but made a detour at the fridge. He pulled out a beer and what seems to be left over pancakes from that morning.

"Ivan, who else Gil," Matthew popped a few pills and then washed it down with water

"The bloody prick hasn't even proposed yet and he's already decided that I'm ready for grandchildren!" Arthur made his way into the kitchen and zeroed in on the sink full of dirty dishes. Something else to keep his hands occupied and to keep his mouth running. Let's just hope he doesn't try to make dinner or anything.

"I don't think he had your unawesome self in mind when he was fucking your daughter,"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!"

"GILBERT!"

"What! Who the fuck thinks of their girlfriend or boyfriend's mom and his or her thoughts on pregnancy when they're fucking! It's the very last thing on their mind next to credit card bills and shit like that," he took a swig of his beer

Arthur turned to Matthew and pointed at Gilbert, "What the bloody fuck do you see in him? I was willing to step out of your personal life, unlike your sister and the frog you call a father, but you bring him in your house and prove to me that I need to be a positive influence in your life again! Your taste in men is atrocious, Matthew!"

"Mom, you don't even like the man you're with, eh. Besides, this isn't about me and Gilbert, this is about Amelia and Ivan,"

"You mean Ivan and Amelia," Gilbert corrected

"Shutup, Gilbert," Arthur and Matthew said in unison.

Gilbert just put his pancakes in the microwave, hit thirty seconds, and then stepped out of the kitchen with his hands up in a mock peace offering. His beer was still in one of those hands though.

"So, what's Amelia going to do, is she keeping it?"

"Of course she's keeping it! I don't allow abortions in my family!"

"No, Mom! I mean, is she going to pull a Juno?"

Arthur gave him a look of confusion

"Is she going to put it up for adoption?"

"Oh heaven's no. Why didn't you just say that? She said she was prepared and ready for the responsibilities of having children. Let's just hope she sticks to it," Arthur turned on the water, poured some soup, and immediately began scrubbing dishes.

"Mom, you and I both know that Amelia cannot take care of kids. It's not like she hates them, it's more of the fact that she'll think they're hungry even though they have a gaping wound on their forehead,"

"That only happened once, and it was not a gaping wound it was a small bruise that she didn't notice right away... the stupid girl,"

"Mother, that mishap was on the news for months,"

And that's when it dawned on the both of them. The news. The media. It would only be a matter of time before the media found out that Amelia was pregnant. Well, not necessarily, they'd probably figure something out during the third or fourth month, but still, think of what people may say. Everyone remembers that small mishap that happened that Matthew had previously talked about. They might use that as to show how she may be an unfit mother.

"It doesn't matter what the press says about this," Gilbert had returned for his pancakes that he had forgotten about, "it's not about them, it's about her," he set his plate on the counter and began to rip the pancakes in uneven pieces. He had long since finished his first beer and had gotten another from the fridge shortly before taking his pancakes out of the microwave "what those unawesome bastards say about her is totally irrelevant, what really matters is how she's going to prove to everyone that she's an awesome mom," he picked up a piece of pancake, dipped it in syrup, and ate it. His newer, more messier method of eating pancakes.

"Gilberts right, Mom,"

"For once in his life,"

"But he's right though! As long as Amelia concentrates on her baby, it's needs and wants, and how to raise it correctly, she'd be a pretty good mom,"

"Or maybe she'll be an overbearing bitch," he stuffed another piece in his mouth, "just like her mother," Gilbert ducked when a platter had been chucked at his head

"MOM! THAT WAS MY GOOD PLATTER!"

"I'LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE DEAR!" he threw a knife at the albino menace

As Arthur hurled all sorts of objects that could possibly kill Gilbert and end his career as a politician (not like any of them cared) Matthew pulled out his phone and called the one person who probably has not been told of this so far

"Bonjour,"

"Bonjour, papa,"

"How are you, Mattieu?"

"Good, good,"

There was another large crash, probably the vase that his father got for him for his birthday by the sounds of it

"Is that your mother and Gilbert I hear in the background?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Oh, and did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Amelia's pregnant,"

"WHAT!"

Lol. Yeah, this is late as fuck, but hey, at least I didn't leave this fic hanging. I honestly didn't know what to write on this chapter. Chapter 2 could've lead to anything. I hope you people don't hate me, because I love you~