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This randomly came to me.

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"Arthur, please don't make me sit next to that frog!" I pleaded with my brother, even though I was absolutely ecstatic about sitting next to him. The two of us had been secretly dating for a while but we never told my brother due to his hatred for Francis.

"(Y/n), it's not for long. I had to sit next to him last time, it's now your turn."

"Gah, fine," I replied turning on my heel and sitting next to Francis.

About halfway through the meeting, I felt a hand on my thigh. What are you doing?! Arthur will murder you if he sees this!

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After the meeting, I took my absolute time packing up my stuff, for once we got something done.

"(Y/n), love will you hurry up? We don't have all day!"

"I'll catch up to you, Arthur. Go on ahead. I'll be fine on my own," I replied noticing Francis staring at me from the other side of the room. I nudged my brother out the room before walking up to Francis, "I love you so much."

"Je t'aime aussi, amour."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him, which I did. This soon turned into a make-out session, which was interrupted later on...

LATVIA'S POV

I frantically searched for my pen (My brain is not working at the moment) in my pockets before coming to a conclusion, "Um... Mr Russia. I think I l-left my p-pen in the meeting room."

"Go and get it, Latvia. We'll wait for you, da?"

"Y-yes, Mr Russia, sir!" I scurried back to the meeting room to get my pen, but nothing prepared me for what I saw in there. I quickly grabbed my pen before rushing back out, hoping they didn't see me.

ENGLAND'S POV

Where is she? It can't take that long to pack up stuff! I was waiting outside for (Y/n), when I saw Russia coming out, the three Baltics following behind him.

"Um. Mr England."

"Yes?" I replied directing my attention to Latvia who had spoken up.

"If you're looking for your sister, you might want to go back to the meeting room."

"Thank you, Latvia."

He nodded and rushed off following Russia. I walked back inside and to the meeting room again, "(Y/n)? Are you- "Get off of my sister, you Bloody Frog!" I stopped midsentence and started shouting.

"Arthur! He's not doing anything wrong!"

"What do you mean?! He was all over you! Just go home, I'll deal with him."

YOUR POV

I smiled guiltily at Francis and mouthed 'sorry' to him before walking out the room and back home, which didn't take very long as the meeting was in London this time. The minute I got home, I shut myself in my room and I refused to talk to anyone for the weeks following.

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A few weeks later, I was still shut in my room. I managed to survive with Feli and Alfred bringing me food (Mainly pasta and burgers respectively), but it was one day, I had the urge for ice cream. I snuck downstairs and realised that the Allies were sitting around the dining table. I snuck past them and into the kitchen. I grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon and walked back upstairs, glaring daggers into the back of my brother's head the whole time, trying to make him feel uncomfortable without him knowing it was me.

A few hours later, I heard a knock on the door, "Who the bloody hell is it?!"

"(Y/n), love, I have something for you."

I growled mentally at my brother and was hesitant to believe him at first. Eventually, I stood up and walked out of my room, only to feel a blindfold wrapped around my head, "Arthur! You tricked me!"

"(Y/n), trust me."

"Why?!"

"Because this is a good thing. You're going to like this surprise."

"Fine," I replied.

He led me downstairs and to what I guessed was the living room, as I'd memorised the layout of our house. I felt him remove the blindfold and once I opened my eyes I gasped audibly; I saw Francis down on one knee, holding a ring. I turned back to Arthur, to receive a nod from him. I felt tears brimming my eyes and I turned back to Francis, nodding. Once he'd stood up, I ran up to him and kissed him passionately. Once we broke off, he placed the ring on my finger and I turned back to Arthur, "Thank you!" I shouted running up and hugging him, "Thank you so much, Artie."

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It was a few months after our wedding when I started feeling sick.

"Mon amour, please, go to the doctors."

"I'm fine though, Francis. It's just morning sickness."

"Most people don't get morning sickness for a month, (Y/n)."

"Fine, I'll go to the doctor's but, you're coming with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, amour," he replied. I took my phone out and called the local doctor to book an appointment.

"I've booked an appointment for 12. It's now 11:45, we should probably leave now so that we're not late."

"Good thinking, amour."

We put our shoes on before walking out of the house and to the car, me getting in the passenger seat and Francis getting in the driver's seat. We set off and ten minutes later we arrived at the doctor's. We got out of the car and entered, walking up to the reception. We told the receptionist that we were here, she then told us to sit down while we waited for the doctor.

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"Congratulations, you're currently a month pregnant."

I looked to Francis to see him with a smile on his face. I then looked back at the doctor who spoke, "Now, you'll have to come back in two months so we can check on the baby."

"That's fine."

We made an arrangement for two months later before walking back out to the car. The minute we got in, Francis's smile increased, "I'm going to be a père!"

"Yes, you are, Francis," I replied before banging my head on the dashboard, "Shit!"

"What's wrong, amour?"

"Nothing, it's just the fact that Arthur's probably going to kill you. He'll kill you until you are dead."

"What do you mean, amour?"

"You know how on our wedding day, Artie pulled me aside to talk to me?"

Francis nodded and I continued, "Well he said to me, and I quote, 'If that frog, gets you pregnant, I'm going to murder him myself.'"

"Oh. Well, it's natural right? I mean, he shouldn't really complain. Whether he hates me or not, it's our decision whether we want kids and we do so he shouldn't complain."

"You're right, Francis. We're still going to have to tell him at some point and when we do, you can stay far away from him just in case."

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"Artie, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, (Y/n)? You can tell me anything. That frog cheated on you, didn't he?! I knew I shouldn't have let him marry you!"

"NO! He didn't! It's something else. I'm pregnant," I whispered the last sentence, looking down at my feet. When I finally had the courage to look him in the eyes I saw by his facial expression that he'd heard me, "What?! I'm going to kill that frog!"

"Artie! You can't kill him! He's immortal remember! Also, you can't kill him because then I'd kill you! Remember what I said Anything you do to Francis, I will do to you."

"Okay, I won't kill the frog."

"Good. This also means that you'll have to learn to get along with Francis because if you don't then you won't get to look after your niece/nephew."

--------------------8 months later

"So, Dudette! Who are the Godparents of the mini Dudette?! You obviously chose the Hero, right?!" Alfred shouted pointing to himself.

"No, we didn't, Alfred. This child will not eat nothing but burgers. We chose someone, who's quiet, will be responsible, won't feed her on noting but a specific food and will be a good influence."

"Which immediately rules out Gilbert, Feliciano, Romano and Ivan and everyone else," Alfred listed them off on his fingers, "So who does that leave us with? Tino, Kiku, the Baltics and.. Oh god! Dudette, do not tell me you chose Roderich! That guy is a literal sick in the mud!" (This is not my opinion on Austria! He's actually one of my favourite characters!)

"No, we didn't, Alfred. We decided on Matthew."

"Who?!"

"Oh for the love of God, Alfred! You're brother!"

"I have a brother?!"

"Oh my Lord! If I wasn't in this bed right now, I'd borrow Ivan's pip and knock some sense into you! Mattie, come here," I spoke, beckoning him over. He walked over to the bedside and I handed him his Goddaughter after he'd put Kuma down.

"So cute."

"You know what? You did well frog."

I glared at my brother, "Artie. What did we talk about?"

"Right, sorry. Is it okay if I hold her?"

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with Francis? But yes, you can." Matthew smiled before handing Madeline to him. At this moment, Francis leaned over and pecked my lips, "Je t'aime."

"I love you too, Francis."