Fruk: Accident Part 7

"That's it, now breathe in."

England was sitting on the bed, Austria hovering over him, with a stethoscope in hand.

France was sitting in a chair nearby, watching the visit play out. How fascinating,
Austria really was quite talented. Music and a doctor? Incredible.

England laid down, nearly closing his eyes. Aaaahh, the pillows were so comfy...

"You should stay awake England."

France chuckled. England sighed. France. So overprotective. His mind was going crazy.

Austria lifted up England's gown and placed a hand on the growing belly. It had rounded out quite nicely, plump, not saggy, and proportionate to England's body.

The cool stethoscope touched skin. England shivered. Austria was counting under his breath.

One. Two. Three...

"Very good, the baby has a normal heartbeat."

France beamed. He was soon by England 's side, holding his hand.

"France, our baby has a heartbeat," England exclaimed.

France squeezed the Englishman's hand even harder.

"I know!"

Austria stopped and scribbled down some notes. He then reached for a pair of latex gloves.

"I'm going to check the birth canal."

"What?!"

France was very confused. Did Austria just say–

"Birth canal. Like the womb, it appeared when he became pregnant."

"But England's a boy!"

" Yes I know that," Austria looked at France like if he was an idiot. "They disappear shortly after labor. It's a temporary thing."

England pulled down his underwear. France felt himself blush. He was the king of awkwardness, but this? This was just too awkward.

Austria, with a bunch of weird looking tools, sat in front of England's opened legs.

France was thinking again, while watching, pondering over the situation. If England had a-

The look fell across his face. The look that almost every single country was scared of.
Half of him was observing the situation while the other half was pulled into a fantasy world, that only him and England inhabited. X rated visions were playing out in his mind...

"One centimeter."

France blinked. England was pulling up his briefs, Austria was scribbling down some more notes. Then he gazed straight up at France.

"Do not get any ideas," he sternly stated. "Vaginal intercourse could hurt England and possibly harm the unborn baby. Same goes with behind anal. I would recommend that you two abstain from sexual activity from the fifth month onwards, and that England does not do any exercise–it's too risky for the baby."

France felt his dreams die in his head. Austria. Was. Such. A. Killjoy.

England felt himself turn terribly red. Red as a red delicious apple. How on earth could Austria say those things and not get embarrassed?

They walked outside the room and said goodbye.

"See you next time," Austria called out.

"Next?"

Poland walked up, sniffing. He was suffering from a bad cold.

"What's the problem?"

"My headache is like totally horrible.."

Frenchman and Englishman stared at each other, then glanced at the door closing.

"How does he go from one case to the next without reacting?" England asked.

"Beats me," France said. "Beats me."