Chapter 10! I never thought this story would get so far! I thought it would just be ignored by the internets! You honestly don't know how much it means to me when I get favourites, watches, or reviews. Yay for me! I'll let you read this now… ^_^;

My insides were writhing; I couldn't stand the thought of what he was going to say to me. Would he reject me, and call me a freak of nature, or apologise? From what I'd heard before, he was completely over me, and didn't want to see me again. My morning went just like every morning recently. Wake up, run to the toilets, vomit, get water, go back to my room, change into my uniform, and go to my lessons. In my second period lesson I received a note from the receptionist to report to the nurse's office. Francis didn't happen to be in this lesson as well as me, so I was spared some of the awkwardness that that could have caused.

I put my books and pencil case in my bag and left the lesson, holding onto the note in my hand that was getting clammier by the minute. I walked quickly, hoping to get there before Francis, so we wouldn't bump into each other on the way. I also didn't want to have to walk in there with him already sitting there. My shoes were painfully noisy on the linoleum flooring, and I hated how the sound would cause people to look out from their classrooms to see who was walking past. I tried to keep a straight face, and a stiff upper lip as I walked to what could become the worst moment in my life.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard the nurse call out brightly. I opened the door and stepped in nervously.

"Angleterre?!" The French boy's face changed from his pleasant easy-going smile to one of shock and hurt in seconds "What is all of this about?" he looked confused and angry, but didn't move from his chair. I sat on the chair next to him, it being the only other chair in the room, and looked at the nurse expectantly.

"Well, to put it simply Francis, you're going to be a father." My face had never felt hotter that it did at that moment, and all I could do was look down at my hands guiltily, as I had done so many times before. "We ran some tests, and had doctors confirm it. Arthur is the first recorded male to ever become pregnant." The room fell silent. I clenched the note tightly in my hand, trying my best to keep a stiff upper lip and not fall apart.

"Angleterre?" he said disbelievingly "Is this true? Was the test… yours?" I nodded slightly, keeping my gaze fixed so that I didn't have to look at either of them. "Mon deiu! I feel terrible! I thought you were lying to me!" he paused for a moment "So that's why you've been so ill! I'm sorry I shouted at you; I should have listened to you." He said, taking my hand. "So have you decided what you're goi-"

"I'm keeping it." I said, going redder at the thought of what everyone would think. At that moment, I felt his hands cup my chin and force me to look up at him.

"Look at me. You have such a beautiful face Angleterre." I flinched away from him, trying not to let the tears leak from my eyes.

"You left me! I heard you talking to your friends! Don't think that you can just make me forget about all of that, because you can't!" I shouted at him, letting all of the emotions I'd let build up flow out of me, and attack him. "How could you leave me like that? How could you possibly think I would cheat on you? I thought you knew! I thought you knew me, but apparently I was wrong! You don't know me at all, and you never will!" I said storming out of the room. A few moments later, I heard his feet running after me. I let him catch up, because I knew that he'd just end up chasing me for the rest of my life if I didn't. "What do you want, frog." I said bitterly, hurrying my pace.

"Angleterre, let me make it up to you!" I kept walking, looking dead ahead of me. "Please, you must understand how it was for me!" I gave no response "I know that it hurt you more, but please let me make this up to you!" he stepped in front of me, causing me to accidentally walk into him. I looked up at him bitterly.

"And why should I, frog?" I asked, hurt and still upset with him. I felt a pang of guilt when I saw his hopeless expression and the lingering bruises that my brothers had left on his face.

"Because, mon chere, I love you. I'm so sorry for walking out on you, but I want to make it better between us. Ok?" he said resting his hands on my shoulders. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Fine, but I want you to know right now, that if you ever do anything like that ever again I will never talk to you again." Before I could say anymore I felt him wrap his arms around me and bury his face in my neck, pulling me closer to him. "Idiot…" I muttered.

"I'm so sorry. I love you so much Angleterre! I promise to make it up to you!" I just leant into the hug, resting my arms on his back.

"Idiot."

After that we had to return to our lessons, so I gave him a swift wave and hurried down the corridor to my lesson, with a small smile on my face. I didn't want to make Francis think I would forgive him instantly, even though I did. I wanted him to think that I was still angry and felt like he was in the wrong, instead of the fact that I was just thankful that he wanted me back. I went back into my seat and took my books out. "Why'd you have to go?" Mathias asked. I sat next to the Danish boy in economy lessons. He, like me, although being a part of the EU rejected the euro as currency and kept his own currency.

"Oh, it was just about the stomach bug I've had this past week or so." I said, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

"Sounds nasty…" he said sympathetically "I remember when I got sick last time, but that was just because I'd had too much beer… I guess it's a little different."

"Yeah, but I can sympathise with you on the "Too much beer" front. I always spend the next day telling myself that I'll never drink again, but it never stops me for long…" I said, thinking about how I was going to have to stop drinking as well as a million other things.

"Talk about it! Lukas always says that I should just stop drinking if makes me ill! Ha! That guy drinks more coffee than anyone I know. I told him that I would stop drinking beer if he stopped drinking coffee. That shut him up." He said laughing.

"Ha! Good for you. I bet that did. I hate coffee; it tastes terrible, and I really can't understand why anyone would drink it…" I said, thinking how nice it was to have such a light conversation. It had been so long since I'd been able to talk about such meaningless things.

"I know right! I don't like your tea either though; I just drink beer." He said grinning.

"Quite…" I didn't really know what else to say to the Dane, so I left the conversation at that and proceeded to catch up with the work I missed. I could never keep a conversation going for very long, but I could never figure out why. I always ended up with nothing else of any relevance to say, or any need to continue the conversation. It wasn't like I had any friends, but I just had light conversations with other nations to keep relations from getting worse.

At the end of the day, I walked back to my room, only to find a bouquet of flowers in front of my door. I read the little note's flouncy writing that could only have been Francis's:

Angleterre,

Meet me at the water fountain.

Francis

Xxx

P.S: Comb your hair; it looks like you let a bird nest in it~

I rolled my eyes and put the flowers in a vase. Standing in front of the mirror, I inspected my hair. The Frenchman was right; it really did look terrible. I ran my comb through it a couple of times to flatten it down and left, not wanting to be late. I hurried to the fountain, not knowing what to expect.

When I got there, he smiled widely. I couldn't help but smile a little myself; I was so glad that he wanted me back. He took me by the hand and placed a delicate kiss on it, before pulling me towards the car that was parked behind him. "What's this about?" I asked, grinning.

"Isn't it obvious, Mon petit lapin?" he said pulling me into the back of the car after him "We need to get you some new gorgeous clothes, because those won't fit you forever, Mon chere." He said pointing at my clothes. I bushed again, not wanting to think of how big I was going to get. "You will be so beautiful, non?"

"Shut up, frog." I said, crossing my arms over myself "It's not a good thing. My boss will be furious." I said testily. He just put an arm around me, and stroked my hair gently "he wanted me to break it off with you."

"Well, I'll come with you next time you see your boss, and we can fix things, ok?" I frowned, but leaned against him, showing that although I was unhappy with the situation, I appreciated the sentiment "Are you sure you combed your hair like I told you?" he said, his fingers snagging in the knots I'd missed.

"Oh shut up; I was in a rush, and my hair is always like that anyway!" I said, moving my head away from his hand. He just pulled my head onto his lap, and continued to stroke it, working the knots out with his fingers.

"I missed you so much, Angleterre." He said softly "You don't know how much I missed you…" I looked up, and there was a single tear leaking out of one of his eyes. Shocked, I sat up and wiped it from his face, taking in every detail of his expression. Tears prickled in my eyes, as I felt the guilt return to me. He thought I'd lied to him, cheated on him, and broke his heart.

"I missed you too, idiot." I said, pulling him close and breathing in his scent.

When we got there, he practically dragged me around from shop to shop, forcing me to try on item after item of clothing, telling me things like "This matches your eyes so perfectly!" or "Wow! That really suits you!" By the fifth shop, we had many bags of clothes, but apparently it wasn't enough. He pulled me into another shop and held a emerald green dress up at me "This is perfect." He declared.

"No bloody way, frog. I will not wear a dress… ever." He frowned at me and reluctantly put it back on the rail "Don't think that you can guilt trip me into it; I said no, and I meant it." He walked away from it slowly, letting the fabric run through his fingers "No means no, Francis." I said, trying my best not to give in to the puppy dog eyes. I took a deep breath, but couldn't take it anymore "Fine… get the bloody dress if it will make you happy… git." He grinned gleefully and continued to pull me around the shop, forcing more clothes upon me. "Are we done yet? We have ten bags of clothes…" I said tiredly. I'd had a full day of school, and a good few hours of him dragging me around from shop to shop to try on clothes I wouldn't need for at least a couple more months… hopefully.

"One more shop?" he asked hopefully.

"Fine… you do realize that with the amount of clothes you bought me, I'll probably be able to wear everything only once before it comes, right?" he gasped dramatically at the statement.

"But that is the point! You must have something beautiful to wear every day!" I rolled my eyes, but didn't debate it with him, as he had always been so serious about fashion and clothes. I let him take me around one more shop before we left, despite the fact he was begging to take me into one more shop. My exhaustion won out, and he gave up. We walked back to the car with the many bags of clothes and put them into to boot, before getting in the car to go back home.

At some point during the car journey I must have fell asleep, because I woke up in his arms as he carried me to my room. "Let go of me!" I shouted in surprise. I blushed, crimson red when I realized that people were watching him carry me like his bride back to my room. Alfred could see, and so could my brothers… and half of my empire "Let me go, you bloody frog!" I thrashed in his arms, but to no avail. After a few moments I just relaxed into his arms, embarrassed but too worn out to care. All I could do was make an effort to show that I was not happy for him to be carrying me like that, and hope that it wouldn't become a moment that would prove to haunt me in the future. I could imagine Alfred bringing it up to annoy me, and I could imagine how it would look to all of the rest of the empire.

Francis set me down on my bed gently, and sat beside me "That wasn't necessary!" I said angrily.

"But you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping; I didn't want to disturb you." He moaned, stroking my hair "You looked tired."

"I still am, now get out so I can get some sleep." He frowned at me "Don't think that one apology gets you back in my bed; you can go back to your own room, frog." I said testily.

"But I missed you!" he whined, continuing to stroke my hair.

"Fine, but don't think that this means anything!" I gave up and flopped onto the bed, with him curling up beside me.

Another chapter done! Yay! I just want to tell all of my watchers how much I love you, and how much it means to me that you're following my story! As you know, this is my first fan fiction, and I was really nervous about publishing it, but you gave me the confidence to continue writing, and for that I couldn't thank you enough!

Okay, enough feels for now, and on to the questions:

Why can't Arthur resist Francis's puppy dog eyes?

What will everyone's reaction be to them getting back together?

Just how badly will Alfred make fun of Arthur for being carried by Francis?

How will Arthur's boss react?

Okay, that'll do for now :D Reviews are love, and I could honestly never get too many! ^_^