Scotland was rudely awakened one morning by France's unusually loud and impetuous voice.

He sat up.

"Écosse!" What tone was that? Not quite angry, not quite panic… Surprise, maybe?

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. France was kneeling in front of the toilet, swigging a cup of water with a bemused expression on his face.

"Good mornin', Franny."

"Good moring, Alistor."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I've just thrown up every meal I have ever eaten."

"So…no…."

"Alistor, I have some news for you." He made a face as he spat some water out. "Je suis enceinte."

Scotland chuckled. "Tha's a hilarious joke, Franny."

France glared. "It's not a joke."

That didn't quite 'click' in Scotland's brain. His magic hadn't worked…had it? It hadn't really been working much of late (perhaps the magic was going out of the world?). Well, at any rate, his magic just refused to work, whereas Baby Brother's continued to ruin perfectly good food.

So it had worked? What a surprise.

Judging by France's facial expression (highly amused and slightly nauseated), all of Scotland's thoughts had been visible on his face.

"I thought you were prepared for zhis…After all, it was your idea…"

"I-I-I didn't think tha'- I wasn't sure-"

France held up one finger, signaling Scotland to hold onto that thought. The reason was clear an instant later when he turned around and continued throwing up. Scotland held France's hair out of the way.

Finally, France sat back. Scotland handed him a cup of water.

"Merci, mon amour. So…?"

Scotland shook his head. "I'm sorry, love. I just didn't… expect this right now."

"And?"

Goodness, France could be so demanding sometimes. "An' I love you, Franny. I'm just worried."

"About?"

"I-I wasn't a very good parent the first time."

France laughed. "Zhat is what you are worried about? I would not. Being a first-time single parent…It is not so easy, non? It will be easier zhis time."

"Je sais, Francis." Scotland kissed France on the forehead.

France smiled. "I love it when you speak French."

"Isn't that why you taught me?"

"Oui." He set the cup down a stood up. "I think zhat's zhe end of zhat for now." He reached for his toothbrush.

Scotland rested his head on France's shoulder and loosely wrapped his arms around the Frenchman's waist. "What would you like for breakfast, love?"

"Le petit-dejeuner? Hm…some toast, I think. And tea, not coffee."

"Will do. Let me go make that fer ya." (Unlike his younger brother, Scotland could actually make toast without burning down the house.)

"You're a wonderful spouse. And you'll be a wonderful father."

Scotland kissed France's forehead again and went downstairs to make breakfast.

After Scotland left, France murmured, "Zhis will be an interesting nine months, non?"

A/N: In case you couldn't tell, this chapter is the reason I had to put the m-preg warning on this.

And M, you're right; France is really effeminate.