Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 12

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

"What" France said, his voice blank.
"You heard me France, I'm pregnant and it's yours" America repeated again, his voice low enough so England couldn't hear the conversation. Frances eyes grew wide and he looked terrified.
"You don't want it...do you?" America muttered cautiously. France paused for a moment, thinking although he already knew the answer.
"Non, Amérique. I do not want this bébe" the Frenchman said, his voice full of sorrow and guilt. America didn't really look shocked by this, he knew that France would never want to take responsibility for a baby.
"Mon dieu, se il vous plaît...je...A-Amérique.." France said, slightly louder than before. This caused England to hear.
"What are you two muttering about?" England asked suspiciously. America shot France a look.
"Tell him sir, tell him" America said coldly. France gulped loudly before he spoke.
"Amérique is pregnant" he said guiltily.
"And?" America snapped.
"I do not want this petit bébe" France continued, his voice low. England's mouth fell open, he couldn't really process what he had just heard. He had pulled into Americas driveway, taking the keys out of Frances car.
"France" he said coldly "I think you should leave now".
"Oui" France muttered. England took America out of the car, letting the younger nation lean against his shoulder as they entered the house, closing the for behind them. France climbed to the drivers seat and started the car, returning to his holiday home only a short drive away.

England helped America to his bed, the American wincing and crying out in pain every so often, a small trail of blood leaked down his legs.
"How do you know you are expecting America?" England said, his normally hard features shaped into a comforting smile.
"I felt the sperm fertilise the egg, it was very quick" America replied, his voice unsure. England looked upset by this, but he quickly put on a small smile to make America feel better about the situation he had going himself in.
"You should have a shower America. You need to clean yourself up a bit" England said. America nodded slightly and tried to get up, but failed, he cried out in pain and fell back on the bed. England picked him up gently and took him to the bathroom and undressed him before turning on the water and placing the young American under the spray.
"Stay and help me please" America muttered to England, who gasped slightly in response. England helped him though, cleaning his back and the areas that caused America too much pain to reach. England took America out of the shower and dried him delicately, feeling guilty whenever America cried or whimpered in pain. England found some bed clothes and put them on the America before placing him back on the bed, tucking him under the covers.
"Stay here with me England" America said sleepily, England nodded and climbed into the bed, hugging America.
"Goodnight America" he said as he fell asleep, America snoring beside him.

I know it was short but it'll get good next chapter!
This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^