A/N: I don't own Hetalia.

Whether your pregnancy was meticulously planned, medically coaxed, or happened by surprise, one thing is certain - your life will never be the same - Catherine Jones

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"How are you feeling?" England asks as soon as he arrives at France's house.

France takes his coat, shrugging non-committedly. "Not too bad. A little sick, a little tired."

They move from the front hall into the living room. France sits on the large couch while England goes to make tea. He returns with two full cups, hands one to France, and sits beside her on the couch.

"So." He begins, taking a sip of his tea.

"I really want this child," France says, staring into her tea as if it held some fascinating secret. "I really do."

England looks thoughtful. "We've both raised plenty of colonies, and none of them turned out too badly. Well, aside from America."

France laughs. "Amèrique is not that bad. You are too hard on him."

"Yes, well, you would say that. You don't have to deal with him on a regular basis. But the point is, we didn't fail too spectacularly at being parents. Mostly."

"Mostly." France echoes, laying her head on England's shoulder. "Angleterre, what are we going to tell our bosses?"

They are both silent for several minutes before England lets out a frustrated sigh. "We're making this far more complicated than it needs to be. Our bosses know we're in a relationship. We can just tell them that we're going to have a baby."

France lets out a similar sigh. "Angleterre, a child makes it much more permanent."

"We've been together for five years. We've been allies in three World Wars*. They must be pretty used to it."

"No nation has ever had a child before, not one of their own. We have no idea how it will work. And what if the child is a new nation?"

"Then they really won't have an argument against it. There've been plenty of colonies."

France is stumped for a moment. England takes advantage of her silence to say, "It'll be fine. We'll call our bosses this evening, and then we'll find a doctor and set up an appointment for as soon as possible."

"What about the world meeting tomorrow?"

England wraps an arm around France's waist. "One step at a time."

A/N: Random question of the day:

Q: What universe is this story set in?

A: This story is set in a fictional universe set after the end of World War III.