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Author's note: HAHAHAHAHA okay so this chapter was a bit more difficult than I imagine it would be. I wanted to be realistic but also stay within the manga/anime world. :] Please enjoy! Oh and a special shout out to my reviewers! Whovianstudent and iPrussia for making feel loved! ;-; you two are amazing!

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: LANGUAGE, LEMON, BODILY FLUIDS, VIOLENCE, and possibly a very angry Canada and his bear. 3

KEY FOR TYPES OF TALK:

Text talk: /faksjdfbkajs/

Regular talk: "fakdhfaikjsh"

Chapter 3:

Viruses and Pee Sticks

It was nearly a week after he and Prussia had slept together for the first time. Since then Prussia had stayed for the next few days; but eventually he had to go back home to talk with his brother. Canada was beside himself with happiness. In those short few days their relationship had gone from boring and romantic to hot and steamy. Kisses and caresses snuck in any chance they got. One night they were preparing food and abandoned it once Prussia started decorating his body with it.

This morning it was different, Canada had woken up alone and was a saddened to find that his love was already gone. He stood up and was hit by a wave of nausea and dizziness, which caused him to sprint to his bathroom and puke until his whole body ached. After about 15 minutes, he could only give dry heaves and stood up to steady himself. Canada flushed the toilet, pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste, and began scrubbing the inside of his mouth clean. He rinsed a good four or five times to ride the acidic taste in his mouth away. He could hear the slight ringing sound of his cell phone coming from the other side of his bed. He walked over and picked up the phone. Texts from Prussia and America galore and a missed call from France. Canada shuddered, the last time France called…well let's just say Canada hadn't wanted to go out in public for quite a while.

Canada texted Prussia first, wanting to reassure him.

/Good Morning Gilbo 3 I'm sorry about the late text. I am not feeling too hot this morning…/

He finished the text and then texted his brother, America who had texted him at least 8 times the previous night and morning. This caused Canada to throw his phone in the hallway.

/AMERICA. DO NOT TEXT EIGHT TIMES! One will be enough! Good morning and I am fine. Just a flu bug that has been going around…DON'T WORRY! /

Canada pushed the phone inside his jeans and began to walk outside into the hallway. As he did he felt his stomach give a great heave up into his throat and he dashed for the bathroom. It was like he could not keep anything down! What was wrong with him? Canada shuddered and brushed his teeth once more, then walked out to his bed; where he fell and shoved his face into the pillow. His day just wasn't going as he wanted it to. He felt his phone buzz a few times and then stop. It was probably his brother wanting to go eat hamburgers! UGH. That man could eat more than his weight in hamburgers in one sitting!

Canada pulled out his phone and flipped it open. The text was from Prussia. He was probably holed up in his room, avoiding Germany. Although Canada had tried to encourage Prussia to be more 'friendly' towards his brother; he had to admit Germany was scary.

Prussia wrote /Your sick…that's a bummer man. So unawesome! Do you want me to come over and make you better with my awesomeness?/

Canada laughed at this. Prussia was so egotistical sometimes. Canada couldn't help but admire the man for his self confidence.

/No, I know your probably enjoying your time at home! Don't worry about me okay? /

Just as Canada finished Prussia's reply and sent it, America called him.

"DO YOU NEED MEDICINE? ARE YOU DYING?" America yelled into the phone, Canada could hear England yelling at him to stop yelling in the background.

"No…no I'm okay. America it's just a stomach bug…" Canada replied. He heard some mumbling over the phone, and some scuffling. Then he heard a loud bang downstairs and groaned.

America bounded up the stairs and into Canada's bedroom. Canada was still lying on his bed, the phone still in his hand. England came in behind America and was holding the phone that America had threw carelessly to the side. England closed the phone and sighed.

"Uh so…guys what's up?" Canada asked and stood up. He was slightly dizzy and had to sit back down on edge. "Why come all the way here for a stomach bug?"

"We were worried…" England said and shoved his elbow into America's side before he could interrupt. Canada looked between the two and quirked his eyebrow.

"ANNNND Iggy?" America said, looking at him. "IGGY had a vision!"

England grew red in the face and turned to yell at America but stopped when Canada looked between the two of them and laughed.

"You two are a riot! Visions really?" Canada asked his face red with glee.

"He did though! I was standing right there in the room with him…" America said but winced when England glared at him. "Okay…so I wasn't exactly inside the room! I went looking for Iggy and he was doing some weird magic stuff! Then he stopped silent when he saw me and screamed…then he told me had a vision about you!"

Canada looked at England for a minute and then frowned. He wasn't into all the hocus pocus juju. It was all pretend anyway! Wasn't it? England sighed and walked over to sit on the bed beside Canada. He was still a bit red in the face and stiff, but England reckoned that was how he was all the time.

"I had a vision that you would get pregnant and that the baby would cause the nations alliances and peace to dissolve…" England stated plainly. His vision was so sudden…it was like he had been there in the delivery room.

"You can't be serious! I have only slept with one person! I am not pregnant! It's just a flu bug or something…I can prove it!" Canada said and nodded his head standing again, and then the dizziness hit him again. His stomach heaved and he rushed over to the bathroom. He slammed the door in their faces and dropping to his knees over the toilet. He puked into the ceramic bowl until his stomach ached in pain. He could hear his brother and England talking angrily outside. They often fought but Canada was nervous about this whole thing.

"Canada…I'm going to call Doctor Washington. He is the doctor most of the nations go to when they need medical care. Please come out when your ready…" England said through the door.

"Alright…but I'm telling you! I cannot be pregnant!" Canada said softly and sat against his shower stall door. He pushed the knob and flushed away last night's dinner. What if he was pregnant? Could he really take care of a child? What about the father? Could he really ruin Prussia's life that way…? Prussia had finally gotten more responsibilities from his brother and he was happy. Could Canada force him to be a father to their baby? Would he accept the baby or would he dump the both of them?

This made Canada's stomach heave, but he had nothing left in his stomach to bring back up. He grabbed his phone and began to text Prussia. Hoping that he was in a good mood.

/Hey Gilbo…so…what would you think of someone getting pregnant by accident? /

Canada waited a few minutes, hearing footsteps outside his door. Probably his brother pacing and worrying. Canada teared up, he could feel his stomach beginning to settle and he whimpered softly. He didn't want Prussia to hate him if this was what England and his brother thought it was…

"Hey Mattie…England said the doctor should be here soon…so we need to go get ready…" America's voice came through the door. He sounded scared and worried. Which was never a good thing.

"Alright…Alfred…I will be right down. I just gotta brush my teeth." Canada said and stood up. His stomach wasn't so horrible now; he might be able to hand going downstairs. It was probably just a bug. He brushed his teeth and grabbed a clean shirt on the way downstairs. His brother was sitting on the couch and England was on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island. He walked over and sat beside America.

"Do you feel better now Mattie?" America asked, watching his brothers pale face. He was really worried; normally England was right about his visions. Something about being royally gifted…or whatever. But America had to see for himself with his brother involved.

"Yeah…I just think it's a stomach bug you know? It's just a bug…the doctor will prove it to you all…" Canada said, he was trembling slightly. Prussia hadn't answered him back…maybe he was angry or hated him now. Maybe he knew thought Canada was pregnant and was using the baby to get something from him.

Prussia was sitting in his brother's office. He was so tired of fighting with his brother and letting his brother get the best of him. His bruder was currently sitting at his desk, brooding as he always did.

"Ya know…bruder dear. Brooding and frowning as much as you can cause lines in your face. I'm pretty sure Little Italy wouldn't like a wrinkly old man…" Prussia teased lightly. He was sitting sprawled out in the high backed chair. One leg over the arm of the chair, his back to the other arm.

Germany glared over to his bruder. Although sometimes he hated to claim him as his own, he still loved the bruder who raised him. But they couldn't be more different. Where Germany liked things neat and in order, Prussia was chaotic and messy. Prussia had the tendency to become quite violent…while Germany was a talker.

"Listen…Prussia I know I have given you some more freedom here…and I know you want to be more involved. I understand that but…you have to understand how fragile the peoples trust is." Germany said and looked over to Prussia's face. It had become blank and then turned into an angry sneer. "Don't get mad. Just take it slow. It's not like you have to take charge right away…more time to spend how you want..."

Prussia laughed scarily and ran his fingers through his hair. His red eyes sparkling with anger. The only thing he wanted to do right now was to be with Canada. But Canada was sick or something…. He couldn't even visit him or hug him. He really wanted to go over there, but thought better of it when he realized America might be there… His phone buzzed slightly in his pocket. He took it out and flipped it open. Canada had texted him back.

What was with the pregnancy question? What would he do if some chick had gotten pregnant with his baby on accident…He wasn't the fatherly type…he couldn't even take care of himself properly. Germany could account for that. He texted back quickly, noticing Germany had stood up and walked to the window.

/I guess I would tell her to take care of it. I'm not the fatherly type…god could you imagine my kid? He would be a little hell raiser…/

Canada sighed and breathed in deep. After about 15 minutes the doctor had arrived and was doing his tests. He had hummed and hawed over Canada. It was like Canada was on display in some freak museum. After the tests the doctor asked a few questions and wrote down something's on a file.

"Now Matthew, you said that the nausea and dizzy spells started just this morning?" The doctor asked writing quickly on his file.

"Yes…but yesterday I had a few dizzy moments. Nothing like today. I just thought I hadn't had enough water or something…" Canada answered back. He was fidgeting on the seat. England and America were nearby in the kitchen area.

"And you have recently been sexually active with someone?" The doctor inquired looking over Canada, who turned bright red and nodded. "I would say that it could be a virus, but just to be safe I want to run a simple pregnancy test…Just to be on the safe side. Both America and England know that this is standard. As they have been pregnant many times in the past. Please take this and pee on it…I shall stay until we get the results…"

Canada blushed redder and took the box. He ran to the hallway bathroom and locked the door. His whole body trembling. This couldn't be happening. The doctor had stated that there was no evidence of a virus…but just to be safe… Canada took the pregnancy text stick out of the box and unzipped his pants. He peed on the stick and laid it on some tissue paper on the counter beside the sink. He flushed and went to wash his hands. He grabbed the box and read the instructions. It said they had to wait about 15 minutes to get the results.

Canada walked out into the living room and sighed. In his hand was the test, he sat it down on the table and sat on the couch in front of it.

"And now we wait…"

AUTHORS NOTE:

CLIFFY! OH I KNOW! Yoshi you are so mean…WAIIII;; I can't wait til I find out what Canada's test will say? And what about the text? Will Prussia really make Canada 'take care of it'?

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