Hey guys!

Again I want to thank you for all the support this story has been getting. I am really happy that you seem to like it… I guess if you didn't, you wouldn't have read this far. Anyways, I'm going to keep this short, because most people don't read these anyway; I just wanted to tell all of the people who have reviewed, favourited, or followed this story that I love them, and that I really, really appreciate it! On with the story!

We went to lunch together, his fingers intertwined with mine. We would have been a little more secretive, but as America was the biggest loudmouth I knew, he went and told the whole school. I didn't care too much though, except when China ran up to me "Your boss wants to see you! Aiyaa! I'm not a messenger!" He huffed and walked away, complaining that he was going to leave and rebel against me, and something about damn westerners.

A chill ran down my spine; I may or may not have crushed Francis's hand as it I felt as if I had a lead weight dropped in my stomach. "Angleterre, It'll be fine." He said breezily, wincing slightly at his hand being crushed. I sighed and went with him to get my lunch. I sat at my table, which was currently inhabited by India, Seychelles, and Australia. I ate in silence as they continued their conversation about worries of there being another tsunami in the Indian Ocean. When I left, I went back to my room to drop off my bag and then walked to the reception. There was a car waiting for me outside, so I wasted no time getting in and pulling out a book to read.

My boss's office was an hour away, so I had enough time to figure out what I wanted to say exactly, and how. By the time I arrived, I had a plan sorted out in my head, and was going to go along with that, if my boss kept to the script…. "Come in" I heard his voice call from behind the large mahogany doors. I opened the door carefully, and closed it behind myself before approaching his desk. "Sit down." I sat on the chair opposite him, and stared into his eyes defiantly. He was a large balding man, with a cigarette and a face that would make a small child cry.

"You asked for me?" I said coolly, staying completely expressionless.

"Yes; I've been hearing rumours. Tell me what your relationship with Mr Bonnefoy is, exactly." He said; according to plan.

"Well, sir, he is my partner. We are in a sexual relationship, and I love him." I said bluntly. His face grew angrier and more frustrated.

"I thought I told you that I didn't like you socializing with that boy. He is stupid, and I will not have you in a homosexual relationship with anyone!" he grew even angrier at me, his face growing red, and angry.

"Well sir, I have no intention of obliging your request, so I must decline your offer. I am in love with this man, and I am afraid that I have no intentions of changing that." I answered, ignoring his rising anger, and red face.

"Why do you have to argue with everything I say? You go against everything I tell you! It makes you look bad; it makes me look bad; dammit, why can't you just do as you're told, for once!" I stared at him again; I wasn't going to be the first one to back down. "Look, any girl you like, but just not him. I'm telling you this for your own good." He tried to reason with me. I just stared back again, completely blank of emotion. "You know what? Just leave! I'll put an end to this; you'll see!" I got out of my seat and left. The car drove me back to the school and dropped me at the reception.

I smiled smugly to myself; my boss acted just as I thought he would, the homophobic controlling wanker. I walked back to my room, to talk to Francis, and tell him the news, but when I got in there he was hunched over, facing away. "Who is she?" he said in a dead voice. I was confused, and tried to walk over, but he shouted at me "Well? I'm not an idiot you know! I know what this is!" he held up the test that had been in my bag. My heart sank.

"It's no-"

"Not what I think? Let me guess, it belongs to a friend?" I felt tears prickle in my eyes as he shouted at me.

"You don't understand!"

"What is there not to understand? You slept with a girl, and knocked her up!" he cried out, I could hear his voice breaking; it hurt, a lot.

"It's mine! I used it! Flying mint bunny told me to!" I yelled out, crying. He laughed harshly.

"Do you really think I am that stupid!" it felt like a stab in the back "There is no bunny! You are a crazy person!" stab "I can't believe I trusted you!" stab "How could you lie to me like that?" stab.

He stormed out of the room, slamming the door in my face. I sank down to my knees, sobbing. I'd just worked so hard to keep him, and he just left me. I heard a knock at my door "Hey, England?" it was America. I opened the door, seeing as he was the only other person who would talk to me, even though I hated him. "What's going on?" I held up the test, my head in my knees. "What! Who is she?" he exclaimed.

"Me… I took it. You won't believe me, but flying mint bunny told me to use it." I said into my knees. No-one believed in any of my magical friends, except me and Norway.

"You took it? But wouldn't that mean you're…"

"Yes." I said into my knees, still crying. "Francis doesn't believe me; he thought I cheated on him with some girl!" The American put his arm around my shoulder.

"So, he left you?" I was surprised to hear the concern in his voice; he'd left me too; in a different way, but it hurt just as much. I nodded.

"Why do you care? You left me too." I said, crying still.

"That was different! I just wanted a break from you telling me what to do all of the time, and taxing my money!" he explained "I never hated you! I just wanted to prove a point, then you got all bitter, and wouldn't talk to me!" he sounded a little hurt.

"Oh." That was all I could say. Years of pain and loss, but he didn't hate me. He's told me millions of times, but I never listened to him before. The only reason I had been prepared to listen to him this time, was because he caught me in a vulnerable state. He squeezed my shoulders briefly.

"I'll always be your friend, bro! Anything you need!" he said enthusiastically. I smiled a little for him, like I used to. "You raised me ok; agreed, I'm not your kid, but you're a great parent!" he said, smiling back. I didn't know what to say, I was just sat there crying.

"Thank you." I said quietly. I leant against him slightly "I need a friend…" I admitted. It would never have been something I'd admit in the past, but I was just so tired and finished with my pride, that I gave it up and let myself be vulnerable. He just smiled and stood up, pulling me with him.

"You're welcome! I am the hero, after all!" he laughed and sat on the bed. I sat beside him, tears still creeping down my face. "Aw man! Don't cry!" he exclaimed, pulling a tissue form his pocket and handing it to me. I took it from him and dried the tears on my face, sitting in silence. "So, does anyone else know?" he asked after a few moments; he never did like the quiet.

"No; it's just Francis, you, and me. The nurse sent off a test, because I showed this to her." Pointing at the test which I hated looking at, as it reminded me of what was to come. "I can't do this." I said quietly "My boss will kill me! I'll get kicked out of the academy; I'll lose all of my colonies!"

"Well, we can figure something out, and to be honest, I don't think it would hurt you to lose any of your colonies; you need to let go of the empire at some point…"

"Sh-shut up! Just because you left me!" I said a little angrily.

"There you go! That's the Arthur I know!" he said grinning.

"Wanker…" I huffed and stood up "Don't tell anyone, ok?"

He nodded and smiled back at me "So, how much have you planned?" I shook my head "Not at all?" he looked a little disappointed. "Ah well; it's good I'm here, huh?" he grinned at me excitedly. "I don't think you'll get kicked out of the school, seeing as it's compulsory, and even Switzerland came here… eventually. Your boss can be convinced… and the kid could go to the nursery while you're at school. Sorted!" then he went on to list all of the things I would need to buy for the baby, and other such things "So, when are you going to tell everyone?" he asked suddenly.

"W-well, I was going to wait for people to start noticing… my clothes aren't tight yet, but in a month or so, I probably won't be able to fit them anymore… I'm going to have to get new clothes…"

"Yeah!" he said laughing "You're gonna get huge!" I glared at him, not liking his reminder that I was going to completely wreck the body my boss had me work so hard on… he'd be furious. I wasn't too worried about what my boss thought to be honest, but I also liked the body I had, and I really didn't like the idea of it changing, plus I'd heard that pregnancies are really uncomfortable…

"You really don't have to remind me." I said irritated at him.

"Awh! But I have to!" he moaned loudly. I got up and decided to talk to my brothers. I'd start with Wales, because he'd always been easy to talk to, and he never wanted to upset me.

"Oh, hello Arthur… what is it?"

"Well, Dylan, I have some bad news, and I wanted to tell you, Alistair, Seamus and Peter before the rest of the school finds out…" I sat beside him with a sad look on my face. "I'll call Donovan when I get the chance, but my phone's out of credit."

"What's wrong?" he said sounding more worried this time.

"Well I might as well tell you everything now, but don't tell anyone, not even our brothers until I say you can." I took a breath and tried not to let my voice waver "Francis left me. He left because he found a pregnancy test and thought I'd cheated on him."

"You didn't, did you?" he said quickly, to confirm that I hadn't been the cause of the problem.

"No, I used the test, because flying mint bunny told me to, which leads to the second point. I- I'm pregnant… Francis is the father…" my ears felt hot as I told him and I just looked at my hands in my lap. I knew he could see my magical friends too, but they didn't visit him much at all. "I know there's a lot to take in, and I won't be upset if you don't believe me."

"I believe you." He said smiling. "Flying mint bunny never lies." He said laughing. "So does that mean I'm going to an uncle?"

"Yes, it does. You seem too… pleased. Why?" he laughed again.

"Well, I think it would be cool to look after you for a change. Plus I'm tired of being the youngest in the family!" he, like the others never really accepted Peter into the family, but from what I'd heard Sweden and Finland did visit him every once in a while. I laughed a little.

"I guess you won't be… You just can't wait to see me in pain and ask for your help, can you?" I said laughing.

"I guess just think it would be funny to see you all puffy." I frowned at him, but we both laughed it off quickly. "How are you going to tell Alistair and Seamus? You realize they'll kill Francis, and then kill you?" He said matter of factly.

"I did know that, actually, and I have a plan… It ensures we will both survive… just."

"You're going to run away?" he asked jestingly.

"No, I'll just tell them and explain how I want to keep things quiet, so they can't do anything."

"Yet…" I sighed "I guess you'll cross that bridge when you get to it…" I nodded.

"Don't suppose you want to come along?"

"And get caught up in that? Not likely!" he said laughing again. I got up and left to tell my two older brothers the two things they specifically didn't want to hear.

Well I hope that was ok! Before you ask, there won't be any USUK in this story; this is a FRUK story, and I'm not going to change that. In case you're wondering:

Wales: Dylan

Scotland: Alistair

Northern Ireland: Seamus

Republic of Ireland: Donovan

Question time!

How will Alistair and Seamus react?

How will Arthur choose to tell Donnovan?

How beaten up will Francis get? (Sorry Francis!)

Boy or girl? (I can never decide…)

What about the Empire?

THANKYOU FOR READING THIS FAR!