Fruk: Accident Part 4

Hurg!!!

England was leaning over the toilet. His face pale, gagging, so tired.

Morning sickness, how he hated it!

There was a knock on the door.

"England! You ok?"

"I'm fine America!" He called out.

"I have to go to school!"

"Ok–" He gasped. "I'll be right there."

Flush.

He scoured his hands with hot, soapy, water, and rinsed out his mouth at least ten times. He was going to visit France today. They were going to have a bit of a talk. He didn't want to look too ill.
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It was half past nine.  He knocked at the gate. Surprisingly enough, France was already there.

They went inside and sat on the couch. France took the lead.

"How are you feeling?"

"Ok," England lied.

"You want anything?" France held out a plate of croissants. England gulped.

The smell, the smell was so repelling!

"No thanks."

France took a bite of a croissant, chewing it slowly. He closed his eyes and grinned.

"Now then, were where we? Ah yes, so you're seeing Austria?"

"As my doctor yes." He was hoping that France wouldn't eat another one. The smell was making his stomach churn rapidly like milk being turned into butter.

" Good, I heard he's great. Mind if I come with you to your appointments?"

"No of course, please come."

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Churn. Churn. Churn.

"You know, I've been reading this book about pregnancy. It gives really good advice."

"Really?" England's head was starting to hurt. He was feeling very dizzy.

France took another croissant and started to eat it.

It was too much.

"It says that the mother should eat really healthy, have a lot of rest; too much movement isn't good you know. And that too many strong smells can affect the baby's health–England?"

France saw that England's face was turning green. He was slouching in his chair.

"England my dear, are you–"

It was at that moment that England leaned over and threw up on the carpet.

"Oh dear!" France quickly got up and took England's arm. "Come quickly!"

They rushed into the nearest bathroom. England felt a strong grip massaging his shoulders as he was sick. Oh god this was embarrassing. So embarrassing.

"It's alright. It's alright."

France was soothing him? His rival soothing him?

How could things get any weirder?

"The croissants," he moaned when he was done.

"Too much for you no?" France said. "Why didn't you tell me you had bad morning sickness?"

"Why are you acting so nice towards me?"

France let out a laugh.

"Nice? To you?"

"Yes, you're helping you."

France paused. He helped England get up.

"Well I can be nice if I want to be."

France moved back England's bangs.

"Yes I know that we hate each other," he sighed. "But even with all that hatred, I can't help but feel a little sympathy towards you."

France started to walk out.

"I'll make you some tea."

England had a shock look on his face. His rival. Had. Sympathy?

Strange things he never knew were found out every single day.