YAY New chapter! Spot the new character! I hope you like it!

It was Thursday when I got a note in my Maths lesson, saying to visit the nurse's office. A few people in my class gave me some curious looks, but most of them had seen me sprinting to the toilets at least once, so probably assumed that that was why.

I walked to the nurse's office, having received a note from the nurse that my test results had been confirmed. I knocked on the door like before and she beckoned me in. I sat in the chair opposite her, ready to hear whatever she had to say, considering I knew what she was going to say. "Well, Arthur, it seems like you truly are a miracle." She said clearing her throat nervously "You are in fact… pregnant." Although I already knew, hearing it from the nurse made it even more real. "Who's do you think it is, and we can call him in to explain it to him together."

"O-oh, It's Francis Bonnefoy's…" I say nervously.

"Would you like me to send him a note tomorrow so we can talk this through?" I stayed silent, trying to think. Would he want to have anything to do with me anymore, after what had happened? "Is there something wrong?" she asked, looking concerned "We don't have to send a note, if you don't want to, but he will find out sooner or later, darling." She looked at me kindly.

"O-ok, send him the note. Will you send me one too, or are you going to tell me when to come?" I asked nervously.

"I'll send you both a note, because I need to check when I already have appointments tomorrow." She said smiling "Don't worry; we can get this whole thing straightened out." I smiled back at her, but half-heartedly so, and stood up to leave.

I walked over to America's room, because I really needed a friend, not that I would tell anyone, but I did. He was playing call of duty when I walked in, so I had to tap him on the shoulder so he knew I was there. "Oh, hey Artie!" I groaned at him calling me by that name "What's up?"

"My name is Arthur, and what's up, is the sky, ceiling, and your inability to construct good sentences." I said testily.

"Awww, ya know you love me, dude." I rolled my eyes and sat beside him "So, anyways… what's going on?"

"Well, the nurse confirmed it, and she's going to call Francis and I to the office tomorrow to talk about it."

"So…"

"What if he wants me to get rid of it? What if they want to put me under testing? America, this is serious!" He took a moment to think about it.

"Oh… I get it." He said sounding confidant.

"Really?"

"Nope… Explain it again?" I rolled my eyes; it had become an expectation for him to be clueless, but I really didn't need him to be like this now.

"Ok, one more time. I'm not telling you again, so listen carefully, ok?" he nodded " If Francis wants me to get rid of the child then that's a problem, because all of my family have agreed on the fact that I need to keep it; even Donovan's sticking around because of it." I paused for a moment for him to nod in understanding. "If people hear about this, then they might try and run tests on me to see how it's possible. If they do that, they'll discover that I'm not human and that I'm a country; that's a big problem. Another problem is my boss, and how he'll react if he finds out I'm pregnant. I have no idea what he would do to me because of it." I took a breath and looked at him expectantly.

"Well, you'll just have to say what you just told me, and things will work out." He said smiling. "Artie, he probably still loves you, and you just need to show him the truth and he'll apologise." He puts a hand on my shoulder "And anyway, it's not like anyone can tell you what to do; at the end of the day it's your life, right?"

"Right." I responded, trying to reassure myself. "I'll just tell him what I told you, and it'll work out." I looked at Alfred "Thank you." He grinned and told me I could stop by at any time. "I'll see you…" I left and walked back to my room. It sounded like Francis had guests around again, but they were relatively quiet, so it didn't bother me as much as it would have done, until I could hear their conversation.

"I don't need him; I'm perfectly fine without that Angleterre." My heart dropped. He didn't still love me.

"That's right, Amigo. You can just move on. It's not healthy to stay upset for too long."

"Ja, it's not awesome to get upset about someone like that!"

"Oui, I guess…" I couldn't stand what I was hearing. I ran out of my room, slamming the door behind me and ran. I had no idea where to, because I didn't want to bother Alfred again, but he was my only friend at that time. My feet hammered into the ground as I kept running and when I got to the woods outside the school I kept running through the trees and bushes, until I came to an opening where light shafted down and hit the ground. I decided to stay there, because of how beautifully picturesque it was.

I sat with my back against a tall sycamore, watching as the seeds fluttered away in the breeze. The air smelt clean, and was scented by the fir trees that outnumbered all others in the forest. I looked around myself and saw small signs of the oncoming winter, a squirrel burying its nuts, and some leaves on the ground that my feet rested on. I tried my best to distract myself from Francis's rejection and the oncoming storm, by getting up and walking further into the forest. I picked a few blackberries and thought about how nice the scenery was.

The forest was wonderful. The trees stood so majestically, their trunks reaching high towards the sky. I tried not to take notice of how lost I was getting myself and kept walking. All I wanted was to stay there forever and forget about my life now and go back to how things used to be. I remembered back when I was still small and Francis used to visit me, like when he cut my hair, or saved me from drowning in the river.

"Bonjour Angleterre! How are you today?" he said smiling.

"Leave me alone, frog!" I replied angrily. I didn't really hate him, but I didn't know how to make friends back then. Some things never changed.

"But, I'm bored and I brought you something from my country to wear instead of… of that!" he said pointing at my clothes. He was wearing a dress at the time, and held one out that looked to be my size.

"I won't wear one of your pansy dresses! I'm not dressing like a woman for your amusement! Alistair is already wearing skirts!" I protested loudly. Somehow he managed to get me to put it on. It was such a long time ago that details have been lost, but somehow he'd managed to do it.

"See, don't you look better now?" he said proudly. "You don't need these rags now." He said dropping my cloak and tunic into the river.

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?!" I screamed at him, watching the current taking my clothes away.

"You can always get them back; they're just in the river." He said airily, without realizing that I couldn't swim. Trying not to make a fool of myself, I jumped into the water and tried to swim over to my clothes, but I couldn't keep my head above the water for long enough. He pulled me out of the water, shortly after I went under and didn't come up. He pulled me onto the riverbank, sputtering and coughing the water from my lungs. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim Angleterre? You almost died! Mon deiu! What am I going to do with you?" he seemed genuinely concerned about me.

"Why don't you get my clothes back?! I like that cloak!" I choked out at him. He rolled his eyes, and jumped back in the water to retrieve my clothes.

"Mon deiu! Look what you've made me do to my lovely clothes!" he cried out, noticing his soaked dress. I grinned and took some mud from the bank and smeared it on his dress laughing. "What was that for?!" he cried out again.

"Throwing my clothes in the river; I can't swim like you, frog!"

"Shit. Where am I?" I breathed to myself. I couldn't stay out here all night; especially as it was starting to get cold. I looked around me, but every tree looked the same and I couldn't use them to navigate. The trees were too tall and close together for me to be able to navigate by the stars either. I decided that my only choice was to climb up one of the trees and see if I could see the campus from it.

I scaled the tree easily, and went as high as I could without making the tree sway too precariously. I looked around and saw not only the campus, but another person doing the same as me. " R-Ravis?" I called out. What was the Latvian boy doing out here at this time? The boy turned around, and it was obvious that he'd been crying. "What are you doing in a tree?" I asked noting the irony.

"I-I ran away. R-Russia w-was scaring me too much!" the boy started crying again "But I lost my way and climbed a tree to find the school again, and now I can't get down." The boy looked hopeless. From what I knew he was a friend of Peter's, so it would be a good idea to help him. I made note of the tree he was on and called over to him.

"Give me a minute, and I'll help you down." I climbed down, and dropping down from the last branch, sprinted over to the tree the Latvian boy was stuck up. I quickly climbed up to the terrified boy. "Get on my back." I told him, turning on the branch to make it a little easier for him. He climbed on awkwardly, and almost strangled me with his hands around my neck. "Ok, now hold on tightly, ok?" I climbed down carefully, trying to make it as easy possible for the boy to keep his grip. I could feel him quivering against my back "It's ok now, we're almost down now, see." I stepped onto the ground and knelt down so he could get off.

"Th-thank you." His eyes were tearful and they shone in the moonlight.

"Why don't I get you home?" I said kindly, taking the boys frightened hand. He reminded me a little of when Mathew was a child, except more tearful. Ravis nodded and walked beside me. "What possessed you to run this far out into the forest?" I asked.

"Russia was scaring me a-again." His shoulders shook in the sobs. "H-he always scares me. He comes to the elementary school just to do it." I knelt down beside him, pulling him into a hug.

"There there, poppet; It's ok now. Why don't I walk you to your room, and I'll have a chat with your teacher? Eh?" I said, trying to get him to stop crying. He nodded, burying his face in my neck, drenching my collar with tears. I picked him up and started carrying him back to the campus. It was at this point that I thought that having a child might not have been such a bad thing. Sure it would be hard work, but I'd brought up nations before. At some point he fell asleep in my arms, because when I got to his room I had to put him to bed. I left him in his clothes, not wanting to disturb him too much, and laid him down on his bed. I covered him over with his duvet and kissed his forehead, just like I used to with Alfred. "Night night, poppet."

I went to speak to his teacher, noting that Ivan was frightening one of her students, then went back to my room. I put a hand on my stomach; it was still flat, but I knew that there was a little life in there, and it'd be relying on me to look after it. "Don't worry, poppet. I won't let anything happen to you." I said, stroking it.

Sorry that this chapter is a little short, but the next chapter should be good ^_^ Did you spot the new character? Yay Ravis!

Question time:

How will Francis react when he hears the truth?

What's going on with Russia and Latvia?

What was happening in Francis's room?

Thoughts on my other story?