Chapter 2: Chiquitita
[A/N] Yeah, baby! Getting back in the writing spirit! Ha ha! Anyway, chapter dos is up! Lol
‘Chiquitita tell me the truth
I’m a shoulder you can cry on
Your best Friend
I’m the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see
You’ve broken a feather
I hope
We can patch it up together.’
‘Chiquitita’ by ABBA
“Emily are you ready to go to lunch?” France asked. It’s been about three weeks since they forgot to use a condom, and she’s been feeling ill. This is how Nat felt when she was first pregnant with Gratia.
I wonder… Emily started thinking, “No, hon. I think I’m going to stay here and eat. I don’t feel well. Why don’t you go with Prussia and Spain, and Nat’ll come over here and we’ll have some ‘girl’s time’?” She suggested.
“Well, if you say so.” France shrugged.
Two hours later, Natalie was over at France and Emily’s house, and France and Prussia were heading out the door to meet Spain at a restraint somewhere in town.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good, Aunt Emily.” Gratia said.
“Gratia, why don’t you go watch some movies or something, your Aunt and I have some things to discuss.” Natalie asked her daughter.
Gratia is a very obedient child, so she of course, did as her mother instructed.
“I think I’m pregnant, Nat! I don’t know what to do!”
“Relax, we don’t know that yet!”
“You’re a nurse! You should know!”
“Ugh! I’m a pediatric occupational therapist’s assistant!” Nat said, frustrated, “There’s a difference!”
“Yeah, well I need an OBGYN tech!” Emily yelled.
“Ok, yeah, we need to get you to a doctor’s.” Natalie said, “I’ll make an appointment with my friend. She’s an OBGYN.”
“That works, just get me into there as soon as possible.” Emily groaned.
“I’ll call.” Nat said, then whipped out her iPhone and called.
I’ve been having dreams about a baby girl that looks just like Francis… Emily thought, Maybe it’s a sign like I thought…
“You’ve got an appointment in twenty minutes. Come on, Gratia, let’s go!” Natalie called her daughter.
They all walked to Natalie’s car, and Emily started to wonder in thought. Maybe she was. If so, she’s happy, but what about Francis? Does he want kids?
“Emily!” Nat shook her friend, “Emily! We’re here!”
“Oh! Right!” Emily said, getting out and walking with Natalie into the building.
“Sign in, I’ve got to get Gratia settled down.” Natalie said, sitting down in the waiting room.
“Emily for Dr. Littleton.” Emily instructed the nurse.
“Alright, she’ll be right with you.” The nurse smiled.
As soon as Emily sat down, she was called back.
“So, tell me your symptoms.” Dr. Littleton said.
Emily described her symptoms and Dr. Littleton took down notes.
“Alright, I do believe that I can safely say that you are pregnant. Just let us run some tests.” The doctor said, walking out.
“Sorry, she can be a little spacey. Some times I wonder if she’s related to Feliciano.” Nat chuckled.
“It’s alright.” Emily said, then once they took the tests, and they confirmed it, she made her first ultrasound date.
“You gonna be OK?” Nat asked Emily as they sat down.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She smiled.
Little did they know that Dr. Littleton had already informed Alfred F. Jones.
“Dude, what?!” Alfred yelled.
“Yes, Missouri is pregnant.” Dr. Littleton said.
“France!” Alfred growled. He got out his shotgun and tracked him down.
“France!” Alfred yelled once he found him, and proceeded to threaten France within and inch of his life if he didn’t marry her.
“I was going to anyway!” France yelled back at America.
“Alright, you better!” America said, throwing his shotgun over his shoulder and walking away.
“Ah-ha! You’re gonna be a dad AND get married!” Prussia laughed.
“You went through the same thing, so shut up!” France yelled back.
Yeah that was crapy as hell, but hey, I’m getting over writer’s block. Don’t kill me Emily! Please!
Peace, Love, and Hetalia!
-
Nat
‘Chiquitita tell me the truth
I’m a shoulder you can cry on
Your best Friend
I’m the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see
You’ve broken a feather
I hope
We can patch it up together.’
‘Chiquitita’ by ABBA
“Emily are you ready to go to lunch?” France asked. It’s been about three weeks since they forgot to use a condom, and she’s been feeling ill. This is how Nat felt when she was first pregnant with Gratia.
I wonder… Emily started thinking, “No, hon. I think I’m going to stay here and eat. I don’t feel well. Why don’t you go with Prussia and Spain, and Nat’ll come over here and we’ll have some ‘girl’s time’?” She suggested.
“Well, if you say so.” France shrugged.
Two hours later, Natalie was over at France and Emily’s house, and France and Prussia were heading out the door to meet Spain at a restraint somewhere in town.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good, Aunt Emily.” Gratia said.
“Gratia, why don’t you go watch some movies or something, your Aunt and I have some things to discuss.” Natalie asked her daughter.
Gratia is a very obedient child, so she of course, did as her mother instructed.
“I think I’m pregnant, Nat! I don’t know what to do!”
“Relax, we don’t know that yet!”
“You’re a nurse! You should know!”
“Ugh! I’m a pediatric occupational therapist’s assistant!” Nat said, frustrated, “There’s a difference!”
“Yeah, well I need an OBGYN tech!” Emily yelled.
“Ok, yeah, we need to get you to a doctor’s.” Natalie said, “I’ll make an appointment with my friend. She’s an OBGYN.”
“That works, just get me into there as soon as possible.” Emily groaned.
“I’ll call.” Nat said, then whipped out her iPhone and called.
I’ve been having dreams about a baby girl that looks just like Francis… Emily thought, Maybe it’s a sign like I thought…
“You’ve got an appointment in twenty minutes. Come on, Gratia, let’s go!” Natalie called her daughter.
They all walked to Natalie’s car, and Emily started to wonder in thought. Maybe she was. If so, she’s happy, but what about Francis? Does he want kids?
“Emily!” Nat shook her friend, “Emily! We’re here!”
“Oh! Right!” Emily said, getting out and walking with Natalie into the building.
“Sign in, I’ve got to get Gratia settled down.” Natalie said, sitting down in the waiting room.
“Emily for Dr. Littleton.” Emily instructed the nurse.
“Alright, she’ll be right with you.” The nurse smiled.
As soon as Emily sat down, she was called back.
“So, tell me your symptoms.” Dr. Littleton said.
Emily described her symptoms and Dr. Littleton took down notes.
“Alright, I do believe that I can safely say that you are pregnant. Just let us run some tests.” The doctor said, walking out.
“Sorry, she can be a little spacey. Some times I wonder if she’s related to Feliciano.” Nat chuckled.
“It’s alright.” Emily said, then once they took the tests, and they confirmed it, she made her first ultrasound date.
“You gonna be OK?” Nat asked Emily as they sat down.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She smiled.
Little did they know that Dr. Littleton had already informed Alfred F. Jones.
“Dude, what?!” Alfred yelled.
“Yes, Missouri is pregnant.” Dr. Littleton said.
“France!” Alfred growled. He got out his shotgun and tracked him down.
“France!” Alfred yelled once he found him, and proceeded to threaten France within and inch of his life if he didn’t marry her.
“I was going to anyway!” France yelled back at America.
“Alright, you better!” America said, throwing his shotgun over his shoulder and walking away.
“Ah-ha! You’re gonna be a dad AND get married!” Prussia laughed.
“You went through the same thing, so shut up!” France yelled back.
Yeah that was crapy as hell, but hey, I’m getting over writer’s block. Don’t kill me Emily! Please!
Peace, Love, and Hetalia!
-
Nat