Cool! Chapter 3

Okay she now 16 weeks pregnant!

The red Toyota sped down the road; mud was splattered up the sides and a happy black and white sheep dog sat in the back. New Zealand nervously tapped on the steering wheel.

"Dan Carter has the ball! Go Carter...oh fumble..." the radio shouted at her as she listened to the all blacks vs. wallabies. Rugby was a passion she and Australia both shared and it was something that could start up a fight between them within seconds.

"Fuck!" she shouted back at the radio. She was racing to get home so she could at least see the end of the game. Banging her hands on the steering wheel in frustration.

"Come on boys! Come on!" she screamed as the radio presenter began speaking too fast for anyone to understand.

"Try!" the man screamed gleefully. She screamed in joy, "Suck on that oz!" she teased her boyfriend who wasn't even in the car.

She continued driving through the London suburbs, heading for the Australian and New Zealand embassy which they called home for a few more weeks. Biting her lip as The all blacks were losing by 3 points with 1 minute left. "He passes it to sonny! He's running down the field!" she leaned forward towards the radio with anticipation. Grinding her teeth together nervously as she waited for more.

Bump

She grasped her stomach; the baby kicked. Her eyes widened and watched her belly with shock. A small smile formed on her mouth; it kicked! At rugby! It was excited!' she rubbed the bump.

"Try!" the radio screamed. She screamed and honked the horn repeatedly; which caused a lot of Londoners to shout swears at her. "All blacks win!" the presenter sounded just as happy as she was. "They won!" she screamed then leaned to her baby. "They won..." she whispered too her growing baby; her hand rested on the bump, rubbing it gently.

This was the first time she had showed any care for her growing child. Most pregnant women would talk to their babies or give it cute names; she wouldn't.

She watched her stomach. Maybe it wasn't such a horrible thing to be pregnant. Maybe it was; as Auzzie put it, like growing a little mate.

A image fill her head of a small boy running around her house, wearing an oversized black and white rugby shirt with brown hair; like his hair and blue eyes like her being chased by a laughing carefree Australia in a green and yellow rugby shirt. She smiled at the thought of what a wonderful father Australia would be but then there was another image.

A small girl with blond hair and green eyes holding a book and some tea in a Sippy bottle while Britain quietly sung an old nursery rhyme to her.

She shook her head; no...It is Australia's! Australia's baby! Australia's baby!'

Im a monster she groaned.

Her thoughts would always seem too trail back too what she did. Regret was now a big part of her new life. Where there was freedom and happiness there is now panic and regret. She wants to blame England for what happened but they were both acting like stupid teenagers so she cant pin this on him.

What would she tell Australia? How could she tell the man she loves that their baby might not be his. It hurt inside to think of his reaction. He would never speak too her again or he would hate her. At worst he could declear war; the thoughts were awful.

She pulled up in her drive way; Australia's green commodore wasn't there but instead there was a silver Rolls Royce proudly gleaming with a union Jack stuck on the bumper. She gulped loudly and pulled up beside Britain's car.

Britain looked as she pulled up alongside; he put down his newspaper and walked over to her. She climbed out of her dirty car, the sheep dog barked at Britain as he approached her quickly.

"Britain? What are you doing here?" she started stroking her dog; trying to calm it.

"I needed to talk to you..." he gripped her wrist and pulled her towards his car.

"Well...we can talk outside your car..." pulling her arm out of his grip; he rolled his eyes at her unnecessary stubbornness.

"I want you too...well...abort it..." he pointed at her stomach.

Her heart dropped; abort it...kill it...' she lowered her head and stared at her bump.

"I-I...Oz wants to keep it..." she made up the excuse. She knew it was too late to abort it; she was attached and Australia was so excited; he was already buying things. They laughed for hours trying to put the cot up. The thought of someone trying to hurt her baby made her feel sick but maybe it was better if they just ended it now.

"It's not his choice...I already made the appointment..." he grabbed her arm again and pulled her towards the rolls again.

"What? You can make this decision..." she snapped at him; the dog began to bark again; feeling the tension rising.

"It could be my 'thing' growing inside you! It's my choice too! Just tell Australia...you fell down the stairs..." he pulled her harder, she leaned back so he had to pull hard.

"N-no! Let go!" she shouted and thrashed about; Britain stared at her in shock but still held on.

"Calm down! Just get in the car..." he lowered his voice and tried to act reasonable. "Ok...just come for 10 minutes...and at least talk to the doctor" he pulled her harder and she finally began to slide forward.

"Let go!" she screamed; her dog began barking manically and growling at the man who was taking his owner.

"New Zealand! Come on! Please…act reasonable" he grabbed her with both hands and pulled her rougher. She let out a scream and pulled back against him.

"What are you doing!" she turned to see a very anger Australia climbing out of his car; slamming the door behind him. He finally released her which caused to her to fall on her butt onto the concrete.

"Australia we were just talking..." Britain nervously said as the much bigger nation quickly walked towards him. Australia clenched his hands into hard fists. He lurched forward and delivered a blow to Britain's face.

New Zealand squealed at her boyfriend's outburst of anger.

Britain fell back against his car; clutching his face. Blood ran in between Britains pale fingers and dripped onto his suit. Australia loomed over him; he raised his hand to punch him again but she grabbed his arm. The dog barked and jumped at them but was held back by the neck by a rope.

"Oz! Let it go!" she pulled him back away from the bleeding ex-leader. His eyes were hard and joyless; the complete opposite from the normally cheerful Australia.

Australia staired at Britain with anger burning in his eyes. "Oz...stop..." she whimpered and yanked roughly at her best friends arm.

She pulled Australia back and dragged him into the house. She quickly slammed the door when she finally got him inside. She leaned against the door and sighed loudly.

"Did he hurt you?" he quickly inspected her; she frowned. She shook her head.

"Why was he trying too take you?" he pulled her into a warm protective hug.

"Private stuff..." she lied. Lying too him was the hardest thing too do because he always believed her.

"If he touches you again...please tell me..." Australia's eyes softened when she nodded meakly.

"Why do you do that?" she walked over a sat on their old couch.

"Do what?" he reached into the mini fringe inside the living room; which was followed by the clinking of an opening beer. Her eyes narrowed on the cold beverage; the drink she loved so much but hadn't drunk in over 16 weeks.

"Y-you just get so...protective..." the beer was calling her; screaming for her to take one drink.

"Well...I really care about you Zea...you know that..." he flopped into a arm chair across from her.

"Yeah..." she felt an urge for a beer like a; craving. He turned the TV on and leaned back to see in clearly.

"Hey oz..." she nervously shifted in her seat. He looked over to her with smiling eyes.

"Could I have a sip?" she reached out for his beer,

"One sip..." he reluctantly handed her the cold bottle of beer. She eagerly grabbed the lion gold , she pressed the cool mouth of the bottle to her lips and took a huge swig of the liquid. The cold liquid filled her mouth and the bitter taste she loved returned.

"Okay...that's enough..." Australia reached back to take the beer, she eagerly took another swig; and another. "Zea!" he lunched forward and grabbed the beer off her. She groaned as he put the beer on the coffee table away from her.

"God...you're annoying sometimes...but I do respect you...9 months without beer...its gonna be hard..." he shivered in disgust at the thought.

"Well there is another way...you could give me a little taste..." she smiled slyly, he quickly grabbed the beer and took a huge gulp; making sure the taste was on his lips and mouth.

He walked across to her couch and attacked her lips. There kiss was magic; almost as good as the first kiss they shared.

This kiss was playful and flirty, their tongues fought for dominates over each other. His smell filled her nose; he smelt like fresh earthy dirt and after shave, the smell she loved so much. When they kissed it was like they were play fighting; which was a very common thing for them to do.

He wrapped his arm around her butt and lifted her up; so she was standing as well. He wrapped his arms around her waist; a slowly released her from the lip lock.

She smiled; the smile he loved the smile he fell for. When she smiled she looked like she only wanted to have fun.

"D-do you wanna go for a walk? He asked nervously, she tilted her head. "Oz...You don't have to ask me out like it's our first date..." she slapped him on the chest.

"Fine...Zea...I have decided that we are going for a walk..." he said with a fake dominate voice. She nodded,

"Y-yes oh mighty boyfriend...just don't hit me like last time..." she joked, he chuckled slightly. "Kay...i gotta get some snacks" he quickly walked out of the room; leaving a very confused New Zealand.

He quickly locked the door behind him when he walked into their bedroom.

He scrambled to a drawer and dived in; digging through the cluster of junk and rubbish till his hand caught touch of a very fine silk box. He smiled widely as he pulled out the small black box which fit in the palm of his hand. He opened to check if the very expensive piece of jewellery was there.

A small ring proudly gleamed from inside the box. It was a silver band with aboriginal symbols in greenstone strips around it a large opal gem in the middle.

He heard her light footprints approaching.

He gasped and snapped the box shut.

She gentley tapped on the door; she was conserned why he was getting snacks from their bedroom.

"Oz snacks are normally in the-"

"I'm wanking!"

She snapped her mouth closed; she normally would have been conserned, but she expected Australia too say werid things. "Kay.." she said quietly and walked off.

He smirked; that always worked.

He quickly shoved the box into his jacket pocket. He pinkie promised himself; like he did since he was five. 'Today I'm going to do it...'

They hiked up the small mountain which was on the other side of their house. He quickly shaved his non-existent beard before they left and he put on a clean shirt.

She couldn't understand why he was acting so quite; he barely said a word the whole way up the mountain. Her sheep dog eagerly pulled her up the mountain; barking at anything that moved.

"That's a great sheep dog…" Australia said sarcastically.

"Yeah…he's just so obedient and well trained…" she rolled her eyes as the dog attempted to chase pigeons.

Australia pulled a dark blue blanket out of the picnic basket and set it down on the grass on the side of a hill. The whole of London was clearly visible from their small blanket.

She tied her dog far away from them on a long lead. She sat on the blanket across from Australia who was now fumbling to open a bottle of alcohol free wine.

"Urgh…I don't even like wine…" he grumbled himself.

"I don't like it either…" she smiled and took the bottle off him and placed it back in the basket.

He took a big gulp and breathed deeply.

"Zea…I really love you…maybe that's why I'm so protective, if anything happened to you…I would never forgive myself…" he slid his hand on top of hers.

She looked at him confused; Australia was not the type of guy who would confess his love unless he wanted something; No threesome was the first thing she thought.

His sweaty hand wrapped around hers as he tried his best too be romantic like those sappy movies france always cries in.

"I know i tease you and annoying you...but i would never do anything too really hurt you...you mean the world too me..." his voice was shakey and slow. She bit her lip, thoughts of why he was saying these things flew past her brain. 'Hes dying' and 'Hes breaking up with you' seemed the most likely.

"We have been best friends since the beginning…and maybe it's time…we became…m-more…" he nervously reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box.

Her breath hitched into her mouth as he opened up the box; revealing the beautiful ring.

He spoke the words she feared he would.

"Will you marry me?"

A small squeak was the only noise that made it out her mouth. She looked up at his face; he had a nervous smile across his face. Her voice was lost, she couldnt say anything it was like she was frozen.

"Are…Are you only asking because of…this?" she pointed at the bulge on her stomach.

He chuckled. "No…I brought the ring way before you got prego…" he smiled and pushed the ring towards her.

She grabbed it slowly and studied every detail of the ring; it was like a mixture of their two cultures. It must have cost him a fortune to have it made just for her.

She sat silently and stared at the ring with a blank face. Australia loudly cleared his throat.

"Yes…" she squealed loudly and jumped at Australia; he laughed loudly and joyfully. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply.

She kissed back excitedly; married, married, married…its really over now…' her brain sobbed at her and somehow she knew it was true; her freedom was slowly leaving.

OKAY! There ya go! This one was a bit longer than the other ones! ok i need help

Whos Baby should it be

Australia or Britain?

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