Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Surprise Visit

A knock sounded throughout the apartment. Elizabeth move from her current position in the kitchen to get the door, but Arthur motioned for his pregnant wife to stay there while he got the door instead. Arthur opened the door and stared in amazement at who stood before him. Francis Bonnefoy, the human personification of France, stepped through the doorway and looked at his old friend.

"Bonjour, Angleterre," Francis sighed, shooting a soft smile at Elizabeth. The Frenchman didn’t seem to realize that the woman was pregnant.

“What do you want, frog?” Arthur asked, trying not to sound too aggravated.

“We need to discuss some zhings,” Francis replied, shooting a glance at Elizabeth, “Alone, s'il vous plaît.”

Arthur groaned under his breath then sighed in defeat. "Fine. We'll talk in my study."

"Would you like me to make some tea?" Elizabeth offered as the gentlemen passed.

Arthur smiled before planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "That would be lovely dear, thank you."

Arthur began walking down the hallway. Francis shot an inquisitive glance at Elizabeth as he passed, but continued to follow Arthur. Elizabeth returned to the kitchen and began work on making the tea. As she waited for the water to boil, she rested a hand on her bloated stomach. It had been about 5 months and so far the pregnancy was going well.

“Well, what do we ‘ave ‘ere,” a French accented voice whispered behind her.

Elizabeth spun around to see that Francis had walked up right behind her, blocking any form of exit. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of the woman.

“Could it be…un bébé?” he whispered, looking down at Elizabeth’s pregnant belly. Before she could reply, he spun around and left the room.

Elizabeth took in a shaking breath, just then noticing that the tea kettle was whistling. She placed the kettle and a couple of tea cups in a platter along with some tea bags. Carefully picking up the platter, she made her way down the hall to Arthur’s study, but stopped when she heard yelling voices.

“Angleterre, zhink of all the money!” Francis argued.

“Absolutely not! I would never dream of it!” Arthur replied angrily.

“But a ‘uman-country ‘ybrid! Zhere’s never been anyzing like it before-”

“I don’t care! I am not going to sell my own child for a profit!”

“Zhen I suppose we ‘ave nozhing left to discuss.”

“I suppose not. I think you should probably leave.”

The door opened violently and Francis stepped out and slammed the door. He stormed past the petrified Elizabeth, but not before glancing once again at her stomach. She knew he was gone when the front door slammed shut as well. Elizabeth slowly entered Arthur’s study to see him standing at his desk with his back to her, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other covering his face.

“A-Arthur?” Elizabeth tried to ask him, her voice barely more than a whisper. She looked down and realized the tea tray was trembling and she set it down, clasping her hands tightly together.

Arthur spun to look at his wife and his expression softened. He crossed the room in a few strides, wiping away the tears Elizabeth didn’t even know she had shed. He hugged her tightly to him, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“Don’t worry, love,” Arthur reassured her. “I won’t let him hurt you or the baby. I swear it.”