Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any characters used from Hetalia! :]

Author's note: YESYES please yell at me reviewers I am so late with this update!:[ I am really sorry! I started classes this quarter and I was sick for a bit. So I'm very sorry about wasting your time! ;; ALRIGHT this chapter I'm hoping will be longer! / I will try and make it up to you! PLEASE ENJOY THIS!

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

KEY FOR TYPES OF TALK:

Text talk: /faksjdfbkajs/

Regular talk: "fakdhfaikjsh"

A/N: I found this song 3 it reminds me of how I am and it also reminds me of Canada. He takes to much crap from people and also is never notice 3 Prussia is the only one who really knows him.

Smile [Charley Chaplin]

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just
Smile

Chapter 4:

Hormones and Headaches

Four faces all crowded around the kitchen island. On the table in front of them, wrapped in tissue paper sat that long white stick. They were all staring at it…like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. Canada reached his hand forward and picked it up; he lifted into the light and sighed.

Positive. It was positive.

Canada's mind was racing as he sat the pregnancy stick on the table. He sat back on the bar stool while America looked at the stick. England was conversing with the doctor about precautions and other medical things that Canada's already overloaded brain couldn't handle at the moment. Canada felt something warm crawl up into his lap and he clenched it nervously. Kumajiro was staring up at Canada's face, Canada looked back down and pressed his face into the soft white fur. He could feel the tears welling up, his murmured soft sobs into the fur.

"What do I do now? He…told me to take care of it! He told me…. Told…me…" Canada cried softly, squeezing the bear into his body. "Oh god…what do I do now?"

America's face went from shock to horror as he heard the words mutter by his twin brother. They had always been different. America, in his own opinion, strong and brave…while little Mattie had been soft and timid. America walked over to his brother and wrapped his arms around his body, which was trembling. America just held him, watching as England took the paper work from the doctor and showed him the door. When England returned, America was sitting beside Canada, holding his body against his.

"I guess we should…figure out what you wanna do now Canada…" England said plainly, not sure of how he should approach this young man about his growing child. "Do you want this?"

Canada thought for a moment, his heart quickening with fear. Was England suggesting that Canada actually get an abortion? Could he consider that an option? He had seen many others go through these decisions. Canada couldn't end his child's life… that would be unfair. Especially because it wasn't this child's choice to be brought into this world. He shook his head softly, trying to shake those images from his head. England watched as America rubbed his hand up and down Canada's arm soothingly.

"Mattie…don't make any rash decisions yet. Maybe…you just need some time to think about things…" America said, giving England a pointed look. "A baby isn't the end of your life…and if the baby's father is gonna be a jerk then…then…I will be the father figure in his or her life! BY THE WAY! It needs to be a boy!"

Canada smiled softly; his chuckling could be heard from where he had hid it in America's shirt. If America played the father figure…then what was he? The mother? Canada lifted his head, his hands wiping at his wet cheeks.

"Oh is that so Alfred? You're going to be the daddy…and what am I the mother?" Canada asked teasingly…his body loosening from its tense state.

"Well…obviously…you can't expect me to be the mommy role…I'm too hero for that!" America exclaimed and puffed out his chest, trying to look more built than he was. His pudgy belly not helping one bit. "Too hero I tell ya!"
England and Canada looked at each other and began to laugh out loud. They both knew how "hero" America could get. Canada watched as his brother and England began arguing, it was a loveable argument. Canada could tell that they really cared for each other, despite the obvious annoyance that America represented to England. England laid his hand on Canada's shoulder and smiled gently, he had been pregnant with America several times…So maybe he could understand?

"I'm not…getting rid of my baby…whether or not 'HE' wants it…" Canada said softly, he lifted up out of America's arms and nodded. He may have not been the most outgoing person, but he certainly was stubborn when it came to things he was truly for… "And…if it's a boy OR a girl…she or he will be the happiest baby alive!"

"RIGHT! NOW we need to do some food shopping and probably buy…some pregnancy stuff huh?" America asked, thinking back on the pregnancy days he had. He scratched the back of his head when England glared at him.

"Shouldn't you ask Canada if he wants you to help?" England asked, slightly annoyed again. He glanced over to Canada and nodded.

Canada smiled and agreed with the both of them. He wanted to do some baby shopping, but at the moment he just really wanted to eat. So they all agreed that dinner would be the first thing and then Canada would decide what he wanted to do next. After all it was his baby…and this was his life. America and England followed Canada as he gathered his keys and they piled into his car. Canada drove them to the restaurant, and as they settled down he noticed that at the bar stood someone he really hadn't wanted to face.

Prussia glanced over out of the corner of his eye; he, France, Germany, and Spain had made their way to a food place near Canada's home, in hopes of making it there before the big snow storm came in. Spain was talking animatedly about Romano's latest antics with Germany, who was probably wishing that Italy were a little more like his brother. Prussia kept glancing over to where Canada sat. The little man sat between America and England, both of the nations looking peeved at Prussia. Canada only looked a little green. Canada wouldn't even meet his eye. Wouldn't even bother to make any sign that he had noticed Prussia.

Maybe he was mad? Everything considering, Prussia hadn't done anything but stay in his room since Canada had texted him last. It was kind of weird, the whole pregnancy question. France had also noticed the obvious tension between the two and motioned to England; the little prat stuck his nose in the air and ignored the sign. This only made France push even more, before finally grabbing his wine and walking over to the trios table.

"Well…it's nice to see you enjoying the good weather while it lasts…enjoying the meal?" France asked sliding into the seat beside England, who was continuing to eat and ignoring the French mans obviously lecherous looks. "Unlike…dear old England here…Canada's food is actually a lot more tasty…right?"

America nodded, to the dismay of a belligerent England who scowled over his glass. America was shoveling spoon full after spoon full of food into his mouth; the sight made Canada a bit woozy. Canada smiled gently to France and excused himself to the bathroom. Unable to tolerate the sight and sounds that America was making. His brother was a good guy, but sometimes his manners were slightly lacking. Canada pushed away from the table and made his way quickly to the bathroom that was several tables away from theirs. He knocked into one of the tables, causing Prussia to look up in surprise.

Prussia watched as a bright red faced Canada dipped inside the bathroom. Maybe he was still feeling a bit ill, after all a lot of people were dropping ill. He looked over to Germany and Spain who were still conversing over some beer, and he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Carefully avoiding the gaze of the two angry blondes that now seemed to be Canada's protectors. As Prussia neared the bathroom, he could hear slightly noise coming from it. He pushed the door open and walked inside, in the second to last stall; he could see two feet poking out. Canada, by the looks of it, was puking his guts out into in the toilet. Prussia frowned and grabbed a paper towel and ran it through some warm water. Prussia walked back to the stall and tapped on it slightly.

"Hey Mattie…you still feeling sick? Can I do something?" Prussia asked, he leaned against the wall across from the stall door and waited for an answer.

"No…no Gilbo…sorry to make you worry…I'm just not feeling so hot…" Canada murmured softly from inside the stall. He flushed the toilet and stood up, he grabbed some tissue and began wiping his mouth to rid any traces of what he had been doing just moments ago. Not that Prussia wouldn't have noticed… "Gilbo?"

"Yeah Mattie?" Prussia asked softly, he had folded the wet paper towel in half and held it in one hand.

"I'm sorry…" Canada replied, he unlocked the stall door and pushed it open slightly.

"For being sick?" Prussia inquired curiously, then he smirked and handed the paper towel out to the shorter man. "Don't be sorry…you can't help when you get sick Mattie…."

"No…its not…" Canada whispered softly, and before he could finish his sentence the door to the bathroom flung open and in walked America with England and France in tow. America glared at Prussia and wrapped his arm around Canada's small frame; shielding the trembling, near tears nation from the albino man. "I'm fine…Alfred…I'm fine I promise…Gilbo and I were just talking…"

"Yeah…well…Does he know?" America asked, looking over at his brother who was still wiping his mouth on the wet paper towel. When Canada shook his head, he sighed softly and pushed him towards the sinks. "Good…then it can stay that way!"

Prussia at this point had began getting angry as he watched Canada walk over to the sinks and began to wash his mouth out with the water. Puking? Pregnancy questions?...Was Mattie preganant? If so…then who was the father? They had only had sex once…well okay maybe more than one time…but surely it couldn't be his child. After all, fallen nations weren't allowed to produce offspring of their own. Something about an apocalypse…

"Mattie are you pregnant?" Prussia asked softly, still leaning against the wall across from the bathroom stalls.

Canada lifted his head and nodded weakly. Canada's whole body trembling and shaking with fear. There was no going back now. No stopping Prussia from leaving him for good. Would he be happy? Would he love the baby like he knew that Canada loved him? Canada grabbed a few more paper towels and began dabbing his mouth with them. France walked over and petted Canada's hair gently, shielding the smaller man from prying eyes. England stood there gazing at Prussia and huffed softly; this was beginning to become a bother. Honestly, couldn't these western nations take care of their own messes?

"Alright…so which one of you is the father? Cause…it sure as hell seems like your protecting that slut an awful lot…" Prussia asked, glaring at Canada angrily, his eyes glowing dark red with jealousy and anger. Canada had slept with someone else and was afraid to tell him; the whole flu bug sickness thing was all a cover story for him and his lover.

"HEY! Watch your mouth! How do you know it's not your child?" England shouted out, and then before he could gasp; Canada ran out of the bathroom, an angry France in tow. England watched at America's face grew redder. England blinked and in an instant America had punched Prussia in the face, causing his nose to spurt blood. Prussia fell back onto the floor and held his nose. He was spewing angry curse words and flailing until he caught site of America. America stood heaving in anger, his chest and body spasming. America took another step towards Prussia and grabbed his shirt; he pulled the albino up until he was eye to eye with him.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL MATTIE A SLUT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?" America screamed in his face before shoving him back onto the bathroom floor. "You don't deserve him and you sure as hell don't deserve the kid he is carrying! AND YEAH…that kid's yours but you don't even deserve him or her! SO STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MATTIE OR I WILL KICK YOU FUCKING ASS ALL THE WAY BACK TO GERMANY!"

Prussia lay on the floor, clutching his bleeding nose, as England pulled America out of the bathroom. He could hear Germany and Spain outside asking what was going on. When the two nations entered the bathroom, Prussia had stood up and pressed a paper towel to his broken nose. It was all like a bad dream. How was he supposed to know that the kid was his? Hell, he had had sex with many people and hadn't gotten them pregnant….

"Well…looks like you have some explaining to do Bruder…" Germany said, he watched as Prussia threw the bloody paper towel into the trash can and began pulling more out. The bleeding was lessening but still there. "What the hell happened?"

"Yeah…one minute you're going to talk to Canada and the next he is rushing out of the restaurant with France on his heels…tears gushing from his eyes…my friend you have a HORRIBLE way with lovers…" Spain said softly, leaning against the windows across from the sinks.

"Oh shut up…Look…Mattie and I were talking…and America and England come in…and I put two and two together…" Prussia said, angry more at himself for saying what he did to Mattie. "I …accused Mattie of sleeping with one of them…and called him a bad name…and America punched me right after Mattie ran out…so…yeah Mattie's pregnant…"

Spain and Germany looked at each other and back to Prussia. It was not unheard of for nations to become pregnant, just rare that a fallen nation COULD get someone pregnant. More than this, both of them were shocked at Prussia's reaction. Sure he was a brute and could be a major jackass when he was angry. But he loved Canada…HELL he wouldn't stop talking about what an amazing person Canada was every time they were around each other.

"AH…now I see why France was giving Germany death glares as he passed. Well…You know Gilbo…your going to have to apologize to Canada…" Spain said, as he twirled the red, green and white cell phone in his hand.

"Yeah I know…but I don't think I'm gonna get to him anytime soon…His brother wants to KILL me!" Prussia said…and slammed his fist down on the ceramic sink top. He growled angrily and checked the towel once again. "Well…we better get going if we are going to try and miss this storm…it's gonna be a monster…"

A/N: DAMN YOU PRUSSIA! ;; for hurting poor Canada! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? –rages angrily at Prussia curled up in the corner- IMA BREAK YOUR NOSE AGAIN! Next update this weekend! Might try and give you guys at least 4-7 more chapters for this… not sure yet! Read and Review?