I'm SO sorry about how long it took me to update, but please forgive me, because I've been ill and had school and stuff, not to mention exams and stuff… Again I will say this story is an mpreg, just so you all know, unless you don't read author's notes or something… Yeah, so on with the story!
As time passed, Francis and I got into a routine… of sorts. Each day we'd get up and dressed, go eat breakfast, and go to our separate rooms to get our stuff for the school day. We'd go to lessons, lunch, lessons, and back to one of our rooms. Usually it was my room, because it was better, and had a bigger bed. Every day we were having sex, which meant I was slowly getting used to the pain, and it became less and less each time. We'd usually go down for dinner at 19:00 and then go back up to the room, and do homework, or talk, either way, the frog always ended up on top of me, kissing me passionately.
After a couple of weeks I bumped into America, while going to get some tea "Yo! England, what's up?" He said, well more shouted, cheerily.
"Oh, hello America; not much. What do you want?" I asked hesitantly, he always made a scene no matter where he was, because he was so loud.
"Oh, I just wanted to ask you something!" he beamed at me, like he always seemed to.
"What?" I was starting to get irritated by the loudness of his voice, and nervous as to why he'd want to ask me anything.
"I was just wondering why you're always hanging 'round with FrancyPants these days, I thought you hated the guy!" looking confused. He was right of course, I did hate him, once, but as much as I wanted to punch his froggy face, I couldn't. He still teased me, and I still shouted at him, but I still felt like I didn't hate him that much, I'm still not ready to call it anything. "Hey! What's that on your neck? It looks like a-"
"N-nothing, America! I've got to go!" I turned around and tried to run away, but his grip was inhumanly strong.
He looked closer at my neck with a scrutinizing expression; his face would have been priceless, and something to laugh at, had it not been me he was looking it. His jaw dropped, and his eyes went wide "Y-you're with France!" luckily the corridor was empty, so his loud voice wasn't heard by anyone.
"Shut up, idiot!" I said angrily, trying to hank my wrist from his grip "Get off!"
"No! Not unless you explain to me what's going on!" I rolled my eyes, I'd be here a long time, if it was America I was trying to inform "Are you… gay?" he whispered the last word as if it was some kind of scandalous taboo. To be honest I had no idea what I was anymore; it just happened without me realizing…
"I don't need to explain myself to you! Now leave me alone!" my temper was rising, and I just wanted a cup of morning tea to wake me up, but that American wasn't leaving me alone. He let go, looking a little hurt, but that idiot had no business prying into my private life, he left the empire, and that was that, I shouldn't have to talk to him if I don't want to. I took a deep breath as I watched him leave, and prayed to god that he could keep his mouth shut. It was a long shot, but I was tired as it was, so I just went to the nearest coffee machine to get some tea for myself, contemplating the many possibilities that could have stemmed from that moment. Maybe I shouldn't have raised my voice at Alfred, as he does get offended, but then again he does seem to get over things very quickly with his oddly cheerful disposition.
"Angleterre!" Francis had been spending too long figuring out what to wear, and I was sick of watching him litter the floor with his clothes and twirl around trying to decide if his coat would clash with the sky, so I went to get myself some tea.
"Oh, Hello Francis. Finally decided?" He was wearing a royal blue coat, because apparently the other ones clashed with the sky that morning. "What if it clouds over, or it changes its shade?" I asked mockingly at his meticulous sense of style, knowing that I could never be that bothered; I just put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a T-shirt of some description.
"Well, I would go back and change." He said breezily. I rolled my eyes and walked with him to the canteen for breakfast. He always picked the Pan au chocolate and croissants, but I hated them, so I picked up a few crumpets and a scone. "Why must you eat such things?" I heard him say despairingly; his French accent made it sound even more dramatic. I just glared at him, like I usually did.
He walked over to his table and I walked over to mine; no-one was sitting there but China, and he just glared at me, but I guess I did the same to France, so I couldn't blame him. Neither of us had any intention of making conversation, so we just glared at each other while eating our food; not saying a word. The only conversation that happened was short lived, and when Seychelles came to sit down. She was a bright girl, but it was obvious that she was letting China sway her opinion of me; at this rate I'd be having a massive rebellion on my hands. I couldn't allow that, not after America left. I didn't want to lose those countries; I'd be left as the tiny island that people wouldn't even think about, even with Canada in the room. I took a deep breath and left the canteen, as I'd had enough of thinking about all of this.
A few more weeks passed and one morning I woke up with a start, and had to run to the bathroom, in only my underwear. I felt nauseous, and like I was about to throw up. I could feel it rising up my throat, burning it with its acidity. I only just made it in time, which was good in a way, because at least I made it, but it was horrible. The acidic taste and awful feeling in my throat that burnt were the worst part, except perhaps the after taste. Tears streamed from my tightly closed eyes, as I heaved into the bowl, and my arms shook from trying to support me. "Angleterre?" I heard France's voice call out at me when he saw me shaking over the bowl. "What's wrong? Did you eat something bad? Are you ill?" I would have rolled my eyes, but another wave of sickness coursed through me and all I could do was whimper slightly after I threw up. The Frenchman moved over me, and rubbed my back; I could tell that he found the sight repulsive though… the again, who wouldn't?
I retched again into the bowl, and the smell just made me feel worse. Francis just sighed, and kept rubbing circles into my back. I lifted a shaky hand to wipe my damp eyes, and slowly got up. "I-I'm going to get some water…" I said with uncertainty hanging off my words. What had brought this on? Had I eaten some bad food, or caught a bug? I went to the water cooler beside the coffee machine and filled one of the polystyrene cups with water. Francis looked at me warily; he was probably thinking what I'd been thinking. "Well, that was unpleasant." I said, trying to break the ice, but apparently, either the ice was too thick to break, or I wasn't using the right tool, because nothing happened and we just fell silent again. "I'm going to brush my teeth," I told Francis, who still looked a little pale "You go get breakfast; I'm not hungry." I headed back to my room to brush my teeth and probably take a nap.
Once the acid and taste of vomit was mostly gone, I pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, because I didn't want to spend the whole day in my boxers. Francis however was perfectly happy to parade around the campus in nothing but his underwear, but I guess different people are different. I collapsed onto the bed and heaved a sigh. I wasn't going to go to lessons that day and possibly for the next week. It wouldn't take long for the members of the empire to start knocking on my door… especially America. I felt a lump in my throat whenever I thought of him, because of how he'd deserted me and raised an army against me. I put my face into my hand; he was so much more than a little brother, but now he was just annoying. Since he left, he'd just become obnoxious and irritating.
When France came back, he was fully dressed and asked if I was going to classes or if I was going to skip for the day. I just looked at him from the bed as if he'd just said the most unintelligent thing in the world "Oui! Ok; I'll be back for lunch in case you feel any better." He placed a delicate kiss on my lips "Don't worry Angleterre, I'll be back to make you feel better." he breezed. I just rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
"Off you go." I looked up from my lap, which I had been unconsciously staring at. He gave me a smile before he left. "Stupid git." I muttered smiling.
"Angleterre," I felt someone shaking me "Angleterre?" I opened my eyes blearily and saw his face right in front of mine, his lips almost touching mine. I could feel his breath against my face; I was too tired to shove him away, so I just smiled lazily and sat up. "Are you feeling better?" He cocked his head to one side as he sat beside me on the bed. I nodded and got up to have lunch.
Since America the stupid found out about Francis and me, it spread like wildfire around the school; even the teachers knew. Francis took advantage of this to hold my hand while we walked and to kiss me publicly. Even though when it happened there'd always be some kid or twat somewhere who'd make some remark about it. Usually I'd yell at them and have Francis hold me back from injuring them.
Peter had been shocked; don't ask how he found out… He just ignored it or something; because he never really said anything about it except the time he wanted to ask if it was true. Wales just seemed happy for me, but was a little wary of Francis; he was young after all. Scotland and Northern Ireland had apparently both threatened Francis so that he knew they'd kill him if he did anything to upset me, or if he screwed me. Obviously our private life was still private so they didn't know, but I could still see his face pale whenever he saw them.
In the canteen, I picked up a sandwich and a cup of tea and sat at my empire's table. They all looked up at me expectantly; I had not turned up for lessons of course, and wasn't wearing the clothes I normally would either. "My apologies for not being in lessons today, but I have seem to have contracted a stomach bug of sorts, and have been resting today, but if all goes well, I should be back tomorrow." They looked at me and exchanged a few looks before returning to their food. I ate my food slowly, still feeling a little delicate. I left the table when I finished my food, and went back to the room. No-one at the table did more than glance at me when I did.
I just lay on the bed and tried to clear my head. When I was in the Canteen, I'd seen Scotland looking at me, but I couldn't tell what his expression was meant to be. I wanted to talk to him, but we'd never been very close and I needed an older brother to talk to. So much was happening so fast; I didn't even know if I was gay, or I'd not had anything to compare it to, so didn't know the difference. I hated how the only brothers I really talked to were my younger ones, and one of them claimed that he hated my guts. I didn't want to talk to Francis about it, in case he took it the wrong way and got upset with me.
I heard the handle of the door turn and France walk in. "Salut, Angleterre. I'm going to lessons now. Ok?" he said in accented English.
"Yes, yes it's fine. I'm going to stay here; I still feel a little shaky." He nodded and left.
After I'd closed my eyes for a moment, I heard another familiar voice "Britain!" It was flying mint bunny; he always knew when I needed cheering up. "I've come with a message from Tinkerbelle, but she doesn't come to the school anymore, because last time someone almost stepped on her." Flying mint bunny flew into my lap where I petted him, his soft fur smelt like mint on every stroke.
"What is it?" I asked relaxed. "What was so important she needed to send someone?" I was rather curious.
"She says that she used her magic on you when you were with France about a month ago." He said in his high voice.
"Used her magic how? I'm dubious as to what she said; can you clarify it a little?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Well, if what she says is true, then you're pregnant." I felt my head get hot and my breath catch as he said it.
"W-what?" I stuttered disbelievingly.
"Well, she said she saw how well you were getting on, and wanted to do something to help you both." I just sat still like a statue, staring into space.
"B-but I have school and exams! I have an awful lot to be focused on right now; I don't need this!" The shock hit me like a shovel. I had no doubt that what he said was true; although I knew Tinkerbelle was temperamental, as she had just proven herself to be, she wouldn't lie about something like that.
"Well, there's not much you can do now… and I've got to go, I don't much like this school either." And with that he flew away.