England lied in bed sick. “Ugh, I hate that bloody frog,” He grumbled trying not to remember who he had woken up next to. “What happened last night?” He questioned. The only thing he could remember was drinking at the bar and then waking up next to France. “Ugh,” England shock his head trying to shake the Image. “That bloody frog, If I see him again it’ll be to soon,” England grumbled.
He rested trying to get rid of the migraine. He decided a nap would be the best for the migraine.
*2 weeks later*
England hung onto the toilet. He had been throwing up for the last eight hour since he was awaken by a blast of nausea, “Bloody hell.” England got up when another wave of nausea hit him. There was a knock at the door. “England, You home,” France’s voice ran throw the house. “GO AWAY YOU BLOODY FR—,” England was hit by yet another wave of nausea. France entered the house and walked towards the bathroom where England was. He was hanging on to the toilet. France walked over. “You ok?” He asked. “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M OK YOU BLOODY FR—,” England throw up once again. France bent down next to him a rubbed his back. “You Should call Roxy,” He said. “I did she’s busy she’ll be here later,” England said. France sighed he picked England up. ‘PUT ME DOWN YOU FROG PUT ME DOWN,” England grumbled. France lied him on the bed. England rolled over not wanting to look at France. “This is your fault,” He muffled underneath the blankets. “How is this my fault you probably just got drunk last night,” France said turning away from England. England whined, “France can you get some water?” England uncovered his face and looked at France. “And I have drink since that day,” He complained. France walked out of the room. “England Roxy’s here,” France walking in with Roxy behind him. England sat up. “Ok lets see whats wrong with you,” Roxy started to sat up. She turned towards them. “England since apparently men can get pregnant I brought a pregnancy test take it or suffer,” Roxy said in a joking voice. England grumbled.
He took the test after an hour of arguing with Roxy. “Your a great motivator,” France said. “How’d you do it England hates you?” Roxy asked knowing that if England was pregnant it be France’s baby. “He was drunk,” France confessed. “So you took advantage of him? Wow you really are desperate for love aren’t you?” Roxy teased. A angered Brit stormed in. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU FRANCE,” HE grabbed the frenchmens and started to strangle him. England stopped and began to sob hugging France. “I’m pregnant,” He said. France looked at him for a second before England tried to strangle him, ‘THIS IS YOUR FAULT TO BLOODY FROG I’M GONNA KILL YOU,” England was stopped by Roxy, “Your stress levels are way to high you’ll have a miscarriage. Stress is bad,” Roxy said. ‘I DON’T WANT A KID WITH THIS FROG,” England screamed. “I’m having a baby,” England rested his hand on his stomach. France put his hands on England’s shoulder. “Well have fun also England I’m sending my brother over to make sure you don;t drink while your pregnant and keep your stress down,” Roxy said leaving.
England looked at France and began to sob again. “Whats wrong England?” France jumped thinking England would try to strangle him again. “I’m just happy, I’m gonna be a mum,” He said. France smiled happy that England wasn’t going to try to kill him.
England whined, “Why?” He had been begging France for a drink for an hour. “Your pregnant, You can’t drink,” France said handed him some water. “YOU FROG IF YOU DIDN’T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME I COULD STILL DRINK,’ England yelled. France hit his face with hand. Nine months of this he wouldn’t make it throw this month alone. England complained and whined. France sighed praying that he could make it throw this.
Finally finished the first part of FrUk mpreg. England is very hormonal throw out the whole thing and is have one of those hate love relationships with France
Damn hormones are going ballistic right now.
gotta love hormones
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! xD FrUk for me thank you~ xD
I'm glad you like the sorties so far I'll make more soon I'm gonna draw pictures soon