Iggerz is preggerz ((FrUK mpreg))

France stared at his wife in wonder. They were sitting on the couch together watching TV, a pregnant England in his arms, but France had no clue what was playing on TV. Some kind of game of football or something. He couldn't care less really. He was too wrapped up in staring at England, in feeling the love he had for his wife. His wife. Calling England that was such a new, amazing feeling. He was his now, officially, and no one could take England away.

France thought back to when he'd first learned that England was pregnant. England himself was less than happy at first, but France had never been happier, not even when England had agreed to marry him. He was finally starting a family with the man he loved more than anything else, including his own life. He was five months along now, and life had never been better for France. Sure, Prussia and Spain weren't too happy with him, but he spent almost every waking moment with his wife and his unborn child.

Leaning down,France planted a kiss on England's forehead, rubbing his very big stomach. France could already tell that this one would be bigger than America. "Je t'aime, Angletterre. and je t'aime baby" He tell them, love in his voice and his eyes.

Hungary knocked on the door with a basket of scones and other treats. She was so excited to see how England was doing with the baby she also had in the basket a white teddybear with a red maple leaf on its tummy. She swung the basket back and fourth waiting for a response.

France sighed, annoyed that someone had ruined their perfect moment. England tried to get up, but France lightly pushed him back down on the couch. "Non" he said simply. He put on a smile and opened the door. "Oh, hello Ms.Hungary. What are you doing here?" He asked, letting her in and closing the door behind her.

"Szia France I came to give three presents!!" She smiled lifting the basket. "So wheres Englandd? How is he? Ooh I think I hear him over there!" Hungary ran to England. "Szia England!" She smiled placeing the basket down, "In the mood for scones?" Hungary sat on the floor facing England.

England was watching one of the English Premier League matches, Arsenal vrs Manchester United. As he watched, he nommed on some scones he had recently made. "Hm? Oh, hello Hungary!.... Yes, yes I am." He said confidently as he continued to watch the football match (not that rugby garbage that Americans call football, but the ACUAL football, the one known as 'soccer' in the blasted country).

She watched with him "Manchester is sooo gonna win!!"She told him eating some scones.

"Oh thhis??" She held it up, "I found it in a store its belly smells like maple!!!" She forced France to smell it.

England ignored them, yelling and cursing whenever Manchester scored a goal, and whenever he found the judges decision to be biass, which was quite often.

She danced when manchester got goal. "HELL YES MOTHER FUCKER YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!!"

England cringed his teeth when she did that, restraining himself from giving Hungary the ol' Britannia Fist attack. He shouted in glee when Arsenal scored, obviously wanting them to win.

(( HRE ATTACK))

Hungary wanted to beat the shit outta iggy when he did that. So when manchester won she rolled around on the floor with baby canada's bear acting like holy rome.

-SEVERAL MONTHS LATER-

England woke up in the middle of the night, the bed wet. He then felt a pain in his stomach, automatically being able to assume that it's the baby. "F-france... wake up...." He said, enduring the pain. ((omgz I ish not a girl in rl so bear with me DX))