Authors Note: so since I posted two chapters today I may not post one tomorrow but I don't know, it depends. Anyways I hope you're enjoying the story. Happy reading!
Beta: Shizaya1328
She's the Man.
Arthur sat in silence, his muscles paralyzed with a mixture of emotions. It was broken by the sound of America's car pulling into the drive-way, sounding like it left skid marks as it came to a loud stop. The door burst open to a sweating American nation holding a small box. "Here babe, here." He put his hand on his lovers back while handing him the package.
England looked so scared...terrified even...petrified. A shaking hand grasped the box as he turned and fled down the hall to the bathroom, calling behind him. "I'll be out in a minute!"
Alfred nodded taking a seat on the couch placing both hands on his knees. He moved them to his head as he sunk downward towards the floor. "I don't know how I'm supposed to cover for this."
Eternity passed before a click sounded the air alerting the American that the bathroom door was open. He looked up his head still supported by both hands. He moved his brows in a way so that he did not have to speak in order for his question to be answered.
"I'm pregnant." Arthur smiled, his eyes spilled over with tears. He turned away from the bigger nation. "I'm so mad at myself. All this time of been worrying about being found out about being a woman. Now, now I'm pregnant. Now we have a huge problem, oh god, what have we done?"
A sudden pulse filled Alfred, a pulse to say something he had to say. "What have we done? We created life." He stood over Arthur.
Arthur now looked annoyed. "Don't try and make this one of you're bloody movie scene moments." He scoffed turning away.
"That's not was I was trying to do. I meant..." He didn't know what he meant. He fell silent, withdrawing himself from the surrounding world. What would happen now? He most certainly wanted a baby...but not now. They both wanted a baby at one point, not now. This was a lot to put on England. This was so much to put on him. Carrying a child? He's only just figuring out this body.
"Alfred...I want this baby." Arthur's shocking words broke the deathly silence.
"Me too. I want the baby too." He wasn't lying, if anything if he didn't want the baby it only meant, now. And it was only for Arthur's sake.
"I'm scared. I'm tired and sick feeling and nervous about the way everyone will find out." He paused wiping at his face, " I want this though. I didn't know it would be so soon, I didn't know I would be giving birth but I'm willing." Alfred wanted to believe in this but lately with the drastic mood swings he wasn't sure his partner was sane.
Arthur started looking in desperate need of help. Alfred wrapped his arms around him. He spoke into his hair. "I love you." He breathed. "I want you to know I'll help you, I'll be with you as often as possible. I'll stay home. I'll do anything."
Arthur didn't speak. He clung tightly to his loves shirt. His grip only tightened as this hug went on. After a few minutes America picked him up, and brought him to his room, they would talk more later.
A ring on the doorbell hours later pulled America away from the intense love him and Arthur had been making. "What? Your, ah, getting up now." Alfred pulled out of Arthur.
"One second. Uhn, shit." He searched for shorts, after finding them he slid them on and left the naked Arthur in bed alone. "I'm coming!" Alfred opened the door.
"Oh, I'm sure you are." A Frenchman deviously smiled in the doorway. "Was that remark not meant for me?" He laughed, walking into the house.
"Uh, Francis, this is so not a good time."
"Why not? Because Arthur's probably in there naked waiting on you're return." That smile was plastered on like glue.
"Look, let's not sit here and waist time. Why are you here, in my house, keeping me in here when I could be in there?" America gestured to the bedroom.
"I just wanted to inform you that I'm onto you."
"Onto me? What? I haven't done anything."
Francis slipped the bra tag into Alfred hand. Alfred looked down focusing on the tag. He looked back up and glared.
"Whose is that?" Francis spoke coldly. "I want to know."
"Why would you go through my garbage you fucking creep." America was not easily enraged, now knowing of his pregnant 'wife' in the other room he'd developed a newly protective quality. "Why don't you stay the fuck out of here."
"Why not just tell me who's that is, non?" He paused. "That would be so much easier than what you're doing."
"How would you know what I'm doing? I'm not doing anything."
"Such a shame, what a waist of time." A new smile emerged. "Well whoever this belongs to will be exposed soon when I announce to the world that you're cheating on England with a women."
Before America could speak the bedroom door slammed open. An extremely hormonally imbalanced Arthur appeared. "You bloody fucking frog that is my goddamn tag. He isn't cheating on me!" Arthur snatched the tag. "Do you fucking hear me? It's mine."
"Loud and clear." He burst into laughter. "Arthur, you're far to easy."
How could you fall into that so quickly. So it's true." Alfred's face was in his palm. He knew Arthur was a hormonal mess. "You're a woman, non?"
The British nation stood ashamed of himself. How could he be so dumb. He was so angry. He looked up as if about to cry. Francis went to say something to the distressed looking Brit but before he got the chance Arthur's facial expression changed and his fist smashed Francis right in the jaw. The French nation hit the ground with a thud.
"You bloody fucking fool." Arthur looked over him. "I no longer care who knows. I would've simply told everyone instead but you, you creepy little fucking twat." Arthur smiled. "You just have to go poking you snout into people's business."
"I knew you'd be twice a bitch with a vagina." France wiped blood from his face. "Well, no hard feelings? Good, I'll be going."
"Whatever Francis, just stay the fuck out of my house." Alfred added holding the door for him.
"Oh, both of you." France spoke.
Both America and England turned towards him.
"You really should've hid that positive pregnancy test over there. Have a nice da-"
"Get the fuck out!" Arthur threw a shoe at him and the door slammed.
Alfred looked at Arthur proudly yet disappointedly. The two stared at each other and both let out a sigh and groaned.
"Fucking hate him." They both spoke in sync.
