Chapter Ten: Breaking Down

It didn't take long for the congregation to arrive at the church. The room was painted eggshell white with light green drapes and carpet. A huge French window sat behind the long table where the bride, groom and best men would sit. Sunlight peeked in through the drapes. The tables were covered in white cloth, a small paperweight heart sat in the middle of the table surrounded by white, red and blue roses. Attached to the paperweight was four balloons, two were decorated with the America flag and the others were the British flag. Confetti was also sprinkled on the table. The chairs were draped with red, white and blue both, all except Arthur's and Alfred's chairs which were draped with two huge flags of their nationality.

The guests were now huddled at their tables and in a corner not too far from the top table, Francis, Gilbert and Antonio sat sipping their wine – Antonio was on orange juice. Francis looked at the top table where Arthur and Alfred sat talking with Gordon Brown and his wife.

"Vhy did he become Prime Minister? He's a complete idioten!"

"I don't know, mon amour. But I've often talked Arthur out it and it's like talking to a brick wall. You get nothing." Francis said, sipping his wine. He looked at Antonio, who stroking his bump. "How you feeling, mon cheri?"

"Fine, the baby seems to be getting bigger by the minute." Antonio said, rubbing the small bump, which seemed to be bigger than it was this morning.

"Ja, I can't vait to see ze little brats vhen zey get here."

"Zey're not going to be brats, Gil. Zere going to be perfect little angels like zeir papas."

"Since vhen are ve innocent angels, Franny?"

"The others would find it an understatement." Antonio said, chuckling.

"What's an understatement?" said a voice.

They looked up and saw Arthur coming over slowly in his wedding dress. Francis bit his lip as he saw the familiar dress on his frenemy.

"I never vould have zought zat you vould have vorn a dress, Arthur?" Gilbert asked.

"It was Alfred's idea, actually. He's gone to get drinks." Arthur then noticed something. "Why are you on the soft drinks, Antonio?"

"Ummm, I...er...well..."

"He's not feeling well." Francis interjected. "Stomach cramps, you know."

"Fair enough. It's not like you guys to not get drunk around about this time."

"Well, why not break some traditions." Francis chuckled as he sipped his wine.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh, and um, by the way...I need to ask you guys something..."

The trio froze, glancing at one another. Crap, they'd been caught out.

"When did Antonio get pregnant?" Arthur asked.

They stared at the Brit, in bewilderment.

"How did you know?" Antonio said.

"Please, you've always been thin, Antonio. Besides, I could see when you were standing in the pews."

"Well, we didn't want to mention it, until after the wedding." Antonio explained. "We didn't want to steal your thunder, as Gil put it."

"I can understand that, Antonio." Arthur said, shifting his weight.

"Is it comfortable in zat dress?" Francis asked.

"Not really." Arthur mumbled. "It's a nightmare. I'm surprised you didn't come in one, Francis."

Francis laughed. "Well, maybe not now, mon ami. But maybe later on."

He looked over at his lovers and winked. Arthur rolled his eyes. "So how long have you been pregnant for?"

"Just a little over four months."

"I see. So, what are you all hoping it will be?

"Ve're not fussed." Said Gilbert. "As long as it's healthy and happy?"

Alfred came over with a wine glass and handed it to Arthur.

"So, Alfred." Said Francis. "Tell us, what's it like being married?"

"The best day of my life, bro. You should try it."

"I'll zink about it."

"You should have thought about before you dumped Matthew." Arthur mumbled before taking another sip from his drink.

Francis scowled at the Brit and took a huge gulp of his wine. He looked over and saw little Matthew sitting with Carlos, Ivan, Yao and Natalia. He was smiling and looked to be having a great time. That's what it used to be like when they were dating. He and Matthew would be laughing and dancing the night away and then it would be just the two of them, snuggled up in bed, sweating and panting from hours of love making and mumbling sweet nothings to each other in French. But now, that wasn't going to happen anymore. They were now both in different relationships and were happy as can be. Francis looked away and rested his head against Antonio's.

"C'mon, Artie. We've got more mingling to do."

Arthur growled and stood up. "God's truth. If I'd known it was this uncomfortable to wear a dress than I wouldn't have agreed to wear one."

"Shut up, Artie. You look gorgeous."

"Oh, shut it!" Arthur grumbled as they walked off.

"Congratulations again, both of you." Gilbert yelled, the three of them raising their glasses.

As the bride and groom walked off, Gilbert turned to Francis. "You look sexier in zat dress zan vhat he does."

"Merci, mon cher. You flatter me." Francis cooed, rubbing Antonio's chest.

"So, when are we going to have this 'special surprise'?" Antonio asked swirling the last few dregs of his juice.

"In due time, mon amour. All in good time."

"I can't wait to see zis dress." Gilbert murmured.

Francis chuckled. "I wish zis ceremony would finish now and we'd be able to get ze 'ell out of 'ere."

"Well, why don't we do a runner?"

"In your condition, Toni?" Gilbert asked, setting down his glass. "I don't zink so."

"Well, we could sneak off to our rooms; I mean we are staying in this hotel until tomorrow morning."

"Mmm, I suppose we could." Francis said, putting his and Antonio's glass on the table. "I mean there's going to be a hell of a lot more people in here later on. So, what do you both say?"

"I'm in!" Gilbert said, standing up.

"Me too, mi amore."

"Come along, mes chers." The trio linked arms and walked out of the room towards their hotel room.

Gilbert lit the last incensed candle and hopped on the bed, beside Antonio and wrapped his arms around the Spaniard. They were both waiting for Francis to come out of the bath room as he was changing into his dress – one that would render Gilbert speechless and for Antonio to suddenly go into labour (as Gilbert had so 'nicely' put it).

Gilbert nuzzled the nation and began to trail kisses along his neck, making Antonio squirm against the albino.

"Are you boys starting wiz out moi?"

The two nations looked up, they hadn't heard Francis come into the room...and the sight that met their eyes made their mouths drop. France was leaning against the door wear a two piece dress. It was a classic Latin American dress, with a frilly hot pink vest top and a swishy yet frilly hot pink skirt. Francis had shaved his legs for this occasion (god knows why!) and was wearing five inch heels that clashed perfectly with the dress. He wore a light pink rose in his hair and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He leaned against the door frame, sticking his rear out, teasingly.

"Inferno santo!" Antonio muttered.

Gilbert didn't say anything. He sat there, his mouth, hanging open, his arms still around Antonio, who covering a hard on. Francis chuckled and slandered over to them.

"I told you it would leave you two speechless." He crawled on the bed and kissed Antonio. Antonio wrapped his arms around Francis's neck and trailed his fingers along the fabric to feel it. A hand from Gilbert caressed Francis' bare back, making him shiver. Gilbert crawled over to Francis and palmed his hands against Francis' bare ass and caressed them. His hands moved down to cup Francis' balls.

"Ah~. Gil, you bad boy. Be careful I still need zem to fuck you wiz."

Gilbert chuckled and ran kisses along Francis back as the Frenchman was pulled down by Antonio and wrapped his legs around Francis' slim waist. Francis groaned as Gilbert slid a finger in Francis' ass and slid in another and began to scissor his entrance.

Francis drew away from the kiss to let out an incoherent slur of French words. Antonio pulled Francis back into the kiss. Francis reached down and began to unfasten the tanned nation's trousers. Gilbert slid out in his fingers and quickly unfastened his pants and pulled out his erection from his boxers. He slid inside the Frenchman and settled himself in until Francis seemed fit. Francis growled and wrapped his lips around Antonio's hard yet freed cock. Antonio growled in throat as Francis worked his magic tongue around his throbbing length. Francis mumbled something as Gilbert moved inside him.

"Vhat did you say, liebe?"

Francis groaned around Antonio's cock and his rolled his hips back against Gilbert's. Antonio laughed and groaned at the same time, whilst holding his stomach.

"I think he wants you move faster. Is that right, mi amore?"

Francis nodded and continued to work on Antonio. Gilbert laughed and moved his hips quicker making Francis moan aloud.

Antonio groaned and rolled his hips to make himself fit more into his older lover's mouth.

"Guys, I'm so close...and it's so not fair on the baby."

Gilbert chuckled and moved his hips faster. Francis groaned and Gilbert looked down to see the blonde coming all over the sheets. Antonio soon followed after. But Gilbert was still going, Francis moved his mouth from Antonio's length which was softening and mumbled something of which Antonio didn't catch but Gilbert did.

He stopped moving his hips and looked at the limp Frenchman. Francis groaned and lifted his hips.

"Gilly, come on. I want you inside me."

"Nein...what did you mutter?"

"When?"

"Before when Antonio came in your mouth."

"I said 'je t'aime'."

"No, you didn't. You said someone's name."

"Gil," said Antonio. "Does it really matter?"

"Ja, it does. You said, some else's name."

Francis turned over and stared at the Prussian. "Are you excusing me of shouting a name when clearly I'm muttering in my native tongue?"

"Vell, maybe I am." Gilbert yelled back.

"Guys..." Antonio said, but the two nations ignored him.

"How dare you, you albino twat!" Francis snarled, sitting up and walking as far from the Prussian as possible.

"How dare I?" Gilbert snapped. "How dare you. Is zis your vay of telling us zat you still have feelings for your 'little Mathieu'?"

"You leave him out of zis, mon ami!" Francis growled, pulling off his heels. "He 'as nozing to do wiz any of zis. We ended it years ago...and we're settled on our own different relationships."

"Really?" Gilbert asked, mockingly. "So, vhat about ze time, vhere he came over, to see if you vere still single?"

"And you so crudely told him by saying you wanted us banging on ze kitchen counter!" Francis yelled. "Tell me somezing, mon ami, didn't you, 'Ze awesome Gilbert', not come crying to me and Antonio, here ze night zat Roderich dumped you because he was batting for anozer team?"

Gilbert snarled and punched Francis in the stomach.

"Francis!" Antonio cried. He hurried over and knelt beside the blonde. "Are you okay?"

Gilbert growled. "I can see I'm not vanted here, by both of you. See ya round."

And with that Gilbert left the room, leaving the room in a ringing silence.

It was at least a month after the wedding and dress incident. The Bad Touch Trio was now no longer a trio but now a duo. Francis had stayed with Antonio and had calmed him down as he didn't want Antonio to be upset in his condition. According to Ludwig and Feliciano, Gilbert had gone back to Ludwig's home and locked himself in the attic!

But soon the sad news had turned to happy news as the two nations announced that Antonio was pregnant. Everyone had been happy for him except for Romano, who sat there scowling and after the meeting, Antonio could have sworn, he heard Romano breaking, ripping, tearing anything in his room whilst cursing and yelling in Italian.

Then at least four months afterwards, close to Antonio's due date to give birth to his babies. Antonio had been sitting at home reading a French magazine as Francis took away their dinner plates. As he turned the page to see the puzzles page, Antonio felt something wet running down his leg. He held a hand two stomach and hunched over as the contraction hit him like a punch.

"Tonio?" Francis asked, hurrying over and holding the Spaniard close.

"Francis, call an ambulance, quick! And then call Ludwig and tell him to put Gilbert on the phone...OW! And...ah!...and tell him to come down the hospital as fast as he can."

"Are you sure, mon amour?"

"Si, mi amore." He panted.

He watched as Francis took out his mobile and dialled for an ambulance. After a firm confirmation that the ambulance was on its way, Francis dialled Ludwig's number.

"Hallo, Francis. Vhat do you vant?"

"Ludwig, I know Gilbert is being stubborn but can you get him on ze phone, Antonio's gone into labour."

"He's gone into labour?"

"Oui, mon ami. Now, get him on ze phone!"

"Francis, did Arthur not call you?"

"Non, why?"

"Gilbert's in hospital."

"Quoi?"

A/N:

Dum dum duuuuum! Gil's hospital! :( Let's hope he's okay – and it had to be around the same time as Antonio giving birth.

I'm sorry if it seems rushed, it's that I wanted to get down to the main point of the chapter. Anyway, we've only got the one more chapter to go until the story is finished. *SOB* I know it's like the end of an era! Don't cry for me, please. I'll be crying by the end of this, anyway. Just to let you know for the people who guessed that Arthur was wearing the dress that Francis was wearing during the smexy time, the dress was washed after it was used and before it was given back. I'm also handing out maple cookies for those who guessed right *Throws maple cookies*.

Now, I'll be leaving 'Saved By a Pirate''s chapter 3, until my brain kicks back into gear, I'll try and work on my other stories. Also I apologize once again for taking so long to update but I've been on a job course thing for 4 weeks.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are on tenterhooks for the next and last chapter.

Reviews are love :)

M.S.P.

Xxx

Translations:

Idioten - idiot

Inferno santo – holy hell

Liebe – love

Je t'aime – i love you

Quoi – what