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The next day started similarly to the one that preceded it. I woke up to an overcoming bout of nausea and bolted to the toilets before Francis even had a chance to wake up. I decided, as I spewed the contents of the stomach into the porcelain bowl, that I'd figure out a way to get rid of the sickness; it always left me feeling weak and shaky. "England?" Oh crap! Was the first thought that crossed my mind; I knew that voice.

"America?" I replied after the retching subsided. I wiped my mouth before flushing the toilet and turning towards him. "What do you want?" Being myself, I was obviously too proud to admit my illness, or act as if anything had even happened.

"Are you ok?" he looked genuinely worried. I looked at him suspiciously; he'd never been all that concerned about me, not since he was young…

"I'm fine, America. I just have a stomach bug; that's all." To be honest, I was still trying to convince myself that it wasn't true; that I wasn't pregnant, but the more time went on, the more doubt had time to fill my mind.

"Well, if you're sure…" he seemed uncertain, and a little downtrodden; not that I cared… "Oh! Is that why you weren't in yesterday?" it seemed that the penny did indeed take a very, very long time to drop with him.

"Yes America, it is."

"Is there anything I can do?" I was a little shocked when he said that. He never seemed to care much about my wellbeing… maybe he was trying to be heroic, but at the time I was just shocked to hear him be so earnest towards me.

"N-no; I'm fine, really." I said pushing past him to go to the door. I had too much to think about without him being there, and annoy me with his incessant idiocy. "If you want to help, just leave me alone." I said irritably. I would have shown him a little more tact and diplomacy, but it was early, and I'd woken up to retching up the contents of my stomach, so I really wasn't in the best of moods. "America, go away!" He was following me to the water cooler. It was rather embarrassing, not that I was showing it. He caught me throwing up into a toilet; clad in only my boxers too. I had nothing to hide. My body looked fine albeit several scars from battle, but I was still uncomfortable with the nudity.

"You can't hate a guy for worrying about a friend." He said cheerily. A friend, was I his friend? I tried to ignore his comment though; I didn't need friends. I frowned and got my water. "Awh! Come on! Gimme a break!" he whined at me. I just huffed and started walking back to my room. "Dude, Seriously! Don't be like this!" Why wouldn't he leave me alone! He was tagging behind me like some overgrown puppy; I don't like puppies… (this is just a joke! I have nothing against puppies!)

"Just leave me alone, America" I was really sick of him hanging around; I'd had enough of him, and it was only 7:00AM. I slammed my room's door on his face and sat on the bed where the Frenchman slept contently. At least one of us could sleep…

I absentmindedly ran my finger through his hair that lay spread out on the pillow; he was so much less annoying when he was asleep; snoring quietly, not that he'd ever admit that he did. I sighed, closing my eyes; maybe I was getting sentimental. "I'm going out Francis." I said; he moaned something in French, so I let him sleep and wrote a note:

Francis,

You were asleep when I left, and I didn't want to wake you. I'm going to town, then I'll visit Peter. I'll be back in time for lunch.

Yours, Arthur.

I put it on the table beside the bed, my bed, and got dressed quickly. I left, ignoring the last breakfast call; I wasn't hungry. It was an hour's walk to town, but I enjoyed the serenity of it, and the peace of not having someone at my heels. I closed my eyes in bliss; I rarely got time alone as of recently, so it was so refreshing to walk in the autumn countryside. Because the school was very private, and rather secretive, it had to be built far away from any big cities, but the town was just small, with a newsagent's, pharmacy, café and a country club.

It was still relatively warm, because the summer was still hanging in the air, but it wouldn't take long for the weather to turn for the worse. The walk was pleasant; the fields were full to the brim with crops ready for the harvest or bales of straw from the crops having already been harvested. The air smelt fresh and clean from the rain the night before, and I was content. I was going to buy the test; it would come up negative, and I'd go back to normal. Simple.

The town was as it always was, sleepy. I smiled to myself at the surroundings and cottages. The flowerbeds were always so perfectly manicured, and the cobbled street was shining in the sun. I walked into the pharmacy, a little awkwardly "What can I get for you, love?" the woman behind the counter asked with a kindly smile.

"I've been asked to get this for a friend…" I said shifting my weight uncomfortably "Do you sell pregnancy tests here?" I said looking away, trying not to let my face get too red.

"Yes; might I enquire as to why someone as young as you needs such a thing?" Her face was concerned as she placed one on the counter.

"It's for a friend, but she's under the weather at the moment…" I said trying to brush her off.

"Well ok… I hope your friend gets better." She said smiling again. I paid for the test, then put it in my rucksack and left the shop.

Something she'd said left me feeling uneasy. Someone as young as myself… maybe I was being too hasty, she probably just meant getting pregnant, which I was not. It really made me wonder whether I was ready for this. I wasn't even sure what I thought about any of mine and France's relationship. At first I was only with him to annoy my boss, but now he gave me stirring feelings in my stomach and got me hot. Maybe I was gay… I didn't really know who to talk to, because my brothers would just get weird, and I couldn't exactly talk to Francis about my doubts; I certainly didn't want to talk to anyone about the test, or the possibility of my being a father/ mother/ something in-between. I really didn't like the idea of being called a mother, of carrying a child for 9 months; then looking after it until it rebelled against me like America.

By the time I got back to the school, I was anxious and felt guilt deep in my insides. I walked to the elementary campus to visit Peter, even though he acted like he hated me. I knocked on his door "Peter?"

"Is that you, England?" He called out happily.

"Yes, now let me in." he was always like this, but I guess he had the right to be childish, being the youngest of my brothers. I heard him run to the door and unlock it.

"Hey!" he let me in, and sat on the bed next to me "I hope you're not getting comfortable, because you have to go soon!" he said grinning.

"Is that so…" I said mockingly.

"Yes!" he replied proudly.

"And why would that be?" I asked grinning.

"I'm having someone around later, and I don't need you here to cramp my style!" he said laughing. I was glad he'd made some friends, as I had been worried that he'd continue to be ignored. As annoying as he was, I knew it was because he just wanted to be recognised by someone. Being the youngest of 6 brothers, he had to shout loudly to get heard at all. Unfortunately, this made him tiresome company and very irritating to be around.

"That sounds good." I said, smiling.

"Yes it is! Loser England! I'll always be more popular than you!" there it was… he was being annoying… again.

"I'll have you know I have plenty of friends!" I said defensively; I was lying, obviously, but I still wanted to protect my pride a little from his insults.

"Like whom!" he laughed "Francy-pants doesn't count!" he elbowed me, mockingly.

"Like America, and the rest of the empire!" I said hotly, even though I didn't regard any of them as friends.

"America's an idiot, and all of the countries in the empire hate you!" he laughed. "Face it! You'll never be as popular as me!" He was rolling on the bed with laughter. I could have said some really hurtful things to him, but I decided against it, because I didn't want to upset him before he had a friend visit, no matter how funny it would have been, I would feel bad after if I did.

"Well, I'd best be going if you're having a friend around, plus I have some homework to be doing." I said standing up and smoothing out my suit. "See you soon Peter." I said opening the door.

"Don't bother! I don't need a loser like you visiting me!" He said laughing as I left. I frowned, thinking about how reality would hit him like a hammer when he moved up into the high school. He was naïve, and didn't understand what being a country even meant. It was going to crush him.

I left; it was obvious I was not wanted, and I had something important to do. He walked to the toilets in the dorms and took out the box. I felt dread in the pit of my stomach and pulled the test out of the box. Reading the instructions, it said that I'd have to wait two minutes after I'd peed on it to be sure. I did, and those two minutes were the longest two minutes of my life. My head and my face felt hot, my insides churned with fear and all I could do was wait.

One minute… nothing

One and a half minutes… nothing again

Two minutes… a little pink plus sign appeared. Dread shot through me. It felt like someone had hit me hard in the head, and the pain was slowly descending down my body. I was pregnant? I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down; panicking wouldn't get me anywhere, so it would have been the best thing to just not worry about it too much.

I walked straight to the school nurse, albeit very slowly, because she'd probably think it was a joke or that I was completely insane. I could feel my heart in my throat as I knocked on the door. The woman inside beckoned me in.

"Hello there-"she said enquiring my name.

"Arthur Kirkland, Miss." I said taking a seat. She smiled sweetly at me; she seemed to be in her mid-twenties. I had been told that we had recently got a new school nurse after the old one retired, but I didn't expect her to be so young.

"So, Arthur Kirkland, what can I do for you today?" she asked, smiling.

"Well," I said a little hesitantly "I was wondering if you could explain this to me." I held out the test to her, blushing.

"Well, the girl who took this is pregnant obviously. Would you mind telling me who used this?" she said concernedly. "It's important that she receives care as soon as possible."

"Well, that's the thing miss… I'm the one who used it… I-it was a dare!" I said defensively. She furrowed her eyebrows together and looked like she was in deep thought.

"Hmm… how odd. There may be something else that is the cause of this, so really you're very lucky to have found it!" she said looking at me; scrutinising. "If you'd like to pee into this, and I'll send it off for a test for you" she handed me a small cup with a lid. I slipped it into my pocket and went to the nearby toilets. When I returned, she took it from me and slipped into a brown envelope. "It'll be back in a few days, so in the meantime don't worry about it. I'll send you a note when I get it, and we'll talk it through. It's probably nothing serious." She smiled at me and let me go.

For me, that was enough proof, but I decided that I couldn't tell anyone until I had a doctor's professional opinion on the matter. I sighed and walked back to my room. It was mid-day, so I was going to get changed and meet Francis in the canteen.

When I got into my room, I found Francis reading little women. "What are you doing?" He blushed a little, but then smirked at me.

"I am reading your book. What does it look like?" He declared laughing airily. If he was going to be a father, it was going to hit him like a shovel…hard. Still, I was by no means prepared to face it yet, so I just sat beside him, reading the page he was on. "Oh 'allo!" he said kissing my cheek. I shoved him away, making him topple sideways off of the bed. "Owch! Angleterre! Why must you be so rough on me?" he complained… I guess the floor was quite hard and it did make a large bang when he hit it. I just stared at him.

"Well, you shouldn't have surprised me." I said haughtily; I wasn't going to apologise for anything. He got up and started winding his arms around me, from behind. I flinched and exclaimed in shock, but he didn't really care.

"Now, why don't we get some lunch!" he said, his hands finding their way under my T-shirt. His hands were warm against my skin, yet I always shivered at his touch. I moved away, despite the fact I could have happily stayed there.

"Let's get lunch then."

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