Ah! It has been a while, and i am soooooooooooo sorry! My English teacher has been giving my class so much work and i have to pass this class! I've been writing my monthly essays while also trying to cope with my graphic design crap! I mean seriously! my graphics teacher tells us to be creative, but when we do something creative; she tells us to do something else and it turns out horrible! I'm soooo sorry readers! (goes into emo corner)

Germany: ASC owns nothing...

ASC: Germany! Make all my worries go away!*glomp*

Germany: -/-...sorry, i can't...

ASC: Aw...I made him blush!

You didn't care what he did any more. It didn't matter if he abused your body and your trust. You still loved him, even with the monster he became. Germany used to be kind and caring before the war that caused so much sadness to many other countries. Ludwig, your first and only love, was always nice to you even when life had gotten hard. When the war started, Ludwig had promised to protect you, but he changed over time.

Waking up, you noticed the cold spot on the bed where Ludwig had been a few hours ago, abusing your body once again. You knew that he would be back either tonight or in a few days. It didn't matter you still loved him. As you climbed out of the bed and winced at the feeling of your bruised body, you limped to the bathroom and looked at the new bruises you were left with along your neck, waist, wrists, and sides.

The war had changed Ludwig so much, and your body was visibly breaking down; you've been eating more lately and even started to feel slightly sick. But, you also noticed how your stomach was becoming more firm. Making a note to call Kiku, you got dressed and made some food. Oddly enough, you were in the mood for something completely different than what you normally ate. You grabbed a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard and a spoon, and then sat on the couch. As you ate, your mind went through your relation, it was more one sided now. Did Ludwig love you anymore?

A sudden knock woke you from your day dreams. Answering the door, a familiar military outfitted soldier from your country stood at the door.

"Miss. (country name), we need you to return. It is urgent." He said.

"O-okay, let me just get a few things." You went off to the bedroom to pack a few clothes and scribbled a note for Ludwig on the kitchen counter. Before you could leave, you dashed to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

"Are you alright (country name)?!" The soldier asked, concerned.

"I'm okay, probably from what I ate." You brushed your teeth a few times before you finally got into the car to leave.

Line Skip!

"What do you mean?" You looked at your boss in confusion.

"We have signed an alliance with the Allies, Germany is fighting a losing battle and we have no more resources to give up. Most all our land has been taken up just for camps before the Axis army moves on." He showed you the papers and gave you a sympathetic look. He knew your relationship with Ludwig, he encouraged it. But the war changes a country, even someone as strong willed as Ludwig. "I am sorry, (name), but I cannot see you visit with bruises any more. You no longer have the light in your eyes that brings everyone happiness, and your body is visibly giving out."

You let the tears come. It has been a long time since you cried. But somewhere deep inside, you knew you were finally free. Your love for Ludwig was still there, but you didn't love the monster he became. The only thing you could do now is pray that once this war is over, you will get the Ludwig you love back.

While you were driven to your new house for the remainder of the war, you kept thinking about your strange sickness. You had moved your (color) hair into a messy pony tail and you kept your (color) eyes on the passing scenes. Earlier, your boss told you that you will be staying with France for a while. As much as you hated being in the same house as that pervert, you knew that you needed someone to be there for you. Absentmindedly, you placed your hand on your stomach, feeling the slight bump through the fabric of the (color) dress. Maybe you can call a doctor to check on your stomach.

France's house was not what you thought it would look like. You expected something flashy and large. Instead it was a nice, homey house with two stories and plenty of plants blooming on plant boxes under the windows, around the house, and along a white fence. A simple curved driveway welcomed you to the house and France himself came to greet you with a charming smile. His wavy blonde hair was held up loosely and his blue eyes were shinning. What happened to the obnoxious pervert that hit on anything that walks? This made you remember how he used to act when you first lived with Francis, when your country was under French rule.

"(Name)! It has been a while, non?" Francis pulled you into a hug.

"O-oui, it is nice big brother." You returned the hug.

"I have dinner ready, I made you favorite." He grabbed your bags and led you through to the kitchen where a simple table was set with all your favorite foods.

Your stomach growled at the sight of the food, knowing that Francis was the best cook around. As the both of you sat down, you ate more than you thought you could and Francis noticed the amount.

"Slow down, you're starting to act like America." Francis laughed.

A blush crept to your cheeks. "S-sorry, I'm just really hungry."

"It is fine; you need some good food after what you have been going through."

"You know?"

"Oui, I am your big brother, of course I would know." Francis smiled sadly, probably remembering when he first saw the bruises. "I will not blame Ludwig, it is this war. Even though Ludwig is strong, his will power can easily be changed by the effects of the war and his boss."

You looked down and put a hand on your stomach. Before you could speak, you stood up and ran to the nearest bathroom you saw and threw up all the food you just ate. Francis followed you and rubbed your back, keeping your hair out of the way. When you were finished, Francis handed you a glass of water.

"That was the second time." You mumble.

"You've been feeling sick?"

"A little. But I've been having weird cravings, and slight nausea."

Francis' eyes widened slightly. "For how long?"

"Mm…I think a few weeks."

He sat in silence for a while, thoughts running through his mind. Finally, he looked into your eyes and said the few words you never thought you would hear: "(name), I believe you are pregnant."

What do you think? I am trying for something with drama because my friend kept asking me to. I wrote this at about...midnight...m tired...I am on spring break so i can update this as quickly as I can! I do not like France, but I don't really hate him (my friend was begging me to add him into the story somehow to make it dramatic)...

Please review! and don't hesitate to give suggestions.

Germany: Nothing weird!

ASC: Please, anything! ^w^

Germany: Nein!

France: Please let me join in as well. *naked*

Germany and ASC: Get the hell out of here!