We've seen pregnancy, babies, children, teens...
anonymous
June 2 2010, 02:15:30 UTC
...Now lets see some Nations with their adult children. This anon, being an Mpreg-anon, would prefer the kids to be biologically theirs. No genderswitch. If you're intrigued but squicked out by even implying mpreg, I guess a child that they adopted and raised since infancy would work.
No. States. (/Provinces/Counties/Cities/whatever). Human children, please. (But as many as you like, if you want a child to have siblings. :D)
Some examples: The kid's serious boyfriend/girlfriend (or fiance/fiancee) meeting his/her beloved's immortal parents. The Nation couple on their child's wedding day. The Nation couple's reaction to becoming grandparents for the first time. (fawning over the new baby, spoiling their grandchild rotten, etc.)
I would prefer USUK, most of all, but will keep this open for any pairing. Multiple fills encouraged. :)
Charles Kirkland-Jones, Charlie as he was affectionately called had lived a typical life. Well as typical as one’s life could be when his parents were two men. And not just any two men but two immortal men who happened to also be nations
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Re: Life [1b/1]
anonymous
June 16 2010, 03:27:50 UTC
One of the best things about having a nations as your parents were the perks. You got to travel around for a lot less, and ended up on really cool vacations. And whatever you wanted for Christmas you typically got. Though in Charlie’s case his dad always gave him the better presents, his father always gave him at least one sweater vest and bow tie. Another fun thing was making up excuses. From kindergarten to about third of fourth grade whenever Arthur had a meeting with his teachers he was his father. It was quite believable after all his father didn’t age, but certainly was old enough looking to have a son that young. As he grew older though they had to get more creative, the first time they switched it up he was adopted. “Oh how wonderful of you to adopt a son Mr. Kirkland, you’re truly a generous man giving this boy such a good life!”, “You’re so young, but I suppose that explains how you are so youthful with a child as old as Charlie is.” Were what the teachers had to say about that, When Charlie got even older though the story
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They’d entered the house and were greeted by both his father and dad. The four sat in the living room, and with a smile on her face she said, “I didn’t know you had brothers who would be here too.” There was an uncomfortable silence. Charlie’s sigh broke the silence, and then he explained everything. Alfred added things here and there and Arthur corrected him on certain points or pointed out things that he’d missed. She sat quietly eyes wide then stood up repeating that such things were impossible. People couldn’t be immortal. Arthur felt the need to correct her (after all he always felt the need to correct everyone). It took some hours to convince her and after she and Charlie had left for the evening he had to ask her if she was still okay with becoming his wife. Her reply was that she was fine with it, it would just take a matter of time before she could adjust to it all, but it seemed like she was able to well accept it
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Before I knew that the nations had names I called England Charlie because his eye brows reminded me of Charlie from Busted (google it if you don't know and you'll see what I mean).
Yeah I got lazy and did the summary route, mostly because I said I would fill your request and would there for feel like crap if I didn't actually fill it for you. I had like this whole epic story in my head but when I went to right it it didn't want to happen (maybe I've been doing too much USUK lately)... so yeah just shoot me and shut me up from making these idiotic excuses...
We All Grow Up Someday [1a/9]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 21:44:38 UTC
Because multi-fills are welcome, and I just had to, I finally for something that will work for a story idea. *** “Oh…my parents?” She asked, her disease greatly showing. She fiddled with the end of her button down shirt and looking at her ripped jeans. “Robby…are you sure?”
“Ems, darling, you’ve meet my mothers.” Robert said gently sneaking his brown haired head into her field of vision. “I won’t judge, I promise.”
“I don’t think you’ll judge at all it’s just…” She trailed off, avoiding looking at him. You won’t believe me when I explain. “It’s hard to get them together, Mum’s in London and Dad’s in DC, I can’t just call them
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We All Grow Up Someday [1b/9]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 21:50:06 UTC
Still her father was a teen at heart, he let things slide, but no boy ever touched his baby girl the wrong way. As respectable as Emma was raised, she had a temper and Alfred did nothing to hold it back when it needed to be let loose (“I know it’s not the best way to solve a problem, but nice black eye on ‘im!”). Arthur would always call and demand to know why the hell Alfred let her do such a thing, of course his temper rose at the story.
Emma sighed to herself as she pulled up to her apartment complex. She parked in her spot and hurried up the stairs, greeting a few of her elderly neighbors.
She dropped her bag just short of a small table beside the door, and spotted the phone. With a deep breath, she punched in the numbers needed. *** Emma has been boiling in my head, for a different request here...can you guess? This finally let her lose, and I can make her older, -happy dance- I hope you like this OP
We All Grow Up Someday [2/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 00:45:09 UTC
I was really debating uploading the whole thing or part by part, lost to myself out of impacience for people to respond, I'm really that bad sometimes *** “Mhmm,” Emma slurred pulling away from Robert’s sweet morning lips, “morning, love.” Robert nestled his way into her neck, humming a similar response, his hands pulling her closer to his body. “Breakfast will burn if you don’t let me go.”
He released her, pecking her softly on the shoulder before he stumbled over to the fridge. “You need to sleep in one day.” He said fishing out some orange juice, before scouting out some clean cup. His eyes caught sight of the calendar, “Oh, Friday, your parents come in.”
Splash! Hiss! Emma jumped back with a scream, nursing her hand from the biting grease, only to ram her head into one of the cabinets. She whimpered in pain, coming to a crouch on the kitchen floor, Robert rushing to comfort her quickly
( ... )
We All Grow Up Someday [3/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 00:51:21 UTC
Short chapter, but I'm not sure if it's the shortest. *** Arthur was a ball of nerves; Alfred hadn’t seen him become such a neat freak since the man had started his nesting list. Sure, neither of them had really seen Emma in seven years after she left for college. Their political lives had thrown them away from ever seeing her happy in the college life, now she was some working woman with a degree.
She wasn’t the little girl who drew on the walls to the point where Arthur just gave her one to draw on. She wasn’t the teen who knocked out football players out because they called her unlady like things. She wasn’t the girl that run off during world meetings, only to be found tuckered out in Ivan’s large arms. She wasn’t the one Hungary stole and took shopping, because it was what girls did. She wasn’t a lot of things the two had remembered, and that’s what freaked Arthur out.
He remembered her call though, as awkward as it she made it seemed, she knew she was trying to do what was right.
We All Grow Up Someday [4a/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 00:54:34 UTC
Longer I promiseIt wasn’t hard to spot Emma once they arrived. Her sunny blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail, which curled and twisted about, as some hairs dwindled to frame her face. Her green eyes scanning the crowd lazily with an Arthur-like pout on her face, her semi-thin brows held with wondering air to them. Her thin arms were crossed across her noticeable chest, all hugged by a black button down shirt. Her jeans had seen some love, yet they still seemed to justice for her
( ... )
We All Grow Up Someday [4b/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 00:59:26 UTC
“I wanted to surprise you guys.” Emma admitted, causing Alfred to laugh.
“Congrats, kiddo!” Alfred said slapping her on the back as the elevator rang. “Damn, that’s quite a thing you got there, must of cost the boy his life.”
“Alfred!” Arthur snapped as they existed the elevator. “Congratulation, Emma, I don’t doubt the fact that he is a lucky guy.” Arthur said pulling on a gentle smile, one that usually ended up in both of them hugging him. Emma spared him with a sniffle she wiped away and was done with quickly, meanwhile Alfred wasted no time. *** It's hard to write Arthur motherly for me...I don't know why because he is so motherly to begin with sometimes. I picture it and then its like "crap that's really OOC, don't care he's to cute". So...yeah, I feel bad though.
We All Grow Up Someday [5a/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 01:03:21 UTC
-glances at form time- -glances at clock- Thank you time zones, I really scared myself.“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” Emma stressed as she adjusted a stack of magazines for the fifth time, her mother didn’t doubt that she was nervous. “Oh, Robby said he would be done volunteering at five,” She glanced at her watch before storming into the kitchen
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We All Grow Up Someday [6a/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 01:06:48 UTC
I didn't change the previous titleIt was late the next day, when Robert came back. Alfred wasn’t so ready to let him in, glancing at Arthur who was trying to get Emma to open the door at eat something. Robert was in shambles, probably know what he had done without really meaning to, that or someone had chewed him to bits and duck tapped him back together. Still his misery was not enough to convince Alfred to let the boy just walk in and take what he needed and be gone
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No. States. (/Provinces/Counties/Cities/whatever). Human children, please. (But as many as you like, if you want a child to have siblings. :D)
Some examples:
The kid's serious boyfriend/girlfriend (or fiance/fiancee) meeting his/her beloved's immortal parents.
The Nation couple on their child's wedding day.
The Nation couple's reaction to becoming grandparents for the first time. (fawning over the new baby, spoiling their grandchild rotten, etc.)
I would prefer USUK, most of all, but will keep this open for any pairing. Multiple fills encouraged. :)
Thanks, anons, you're wonderful! :D
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But thank you for the fill!
and thanks for the psych-out. :P I thought someone was actually writing about my Charlie Kirkland for a minute.
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Before I knew that the nations had names I called England Charlie because his eye brows reminded me of Charlie from Busted (google it if you don't know and you'll see what I mean).
Yeah I got lazy and did the summary route, mostly because I said I would fill your request and would there for feel like crap if I didn't actually fill it for you. I had like this whole epic story in my head but when I went to right it it didn't want to happen (maybe I've been doing too much USUK lately)... so yeah just shoot me and shut me up from making these idiotic excuses...
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“Oh…my parents?” She asked, her disease greatly showing. She fiddled with the end of her button down shirt and looking at her ripped jeans. “Robby…are you sure?”
“Ems, darling, you’ve meet my mothers.” Robert said gently sneaking his brown haired head into her field of vision. “I won’t judge, I promise.”
“I don’t think you’ll judge at all it’s just…” She trailed off, avoiding looking at him. You won’t believe me when I explain. “It’s hard to get them together, Mum’s in London and Dad’s in DC, I can’t just call them ( ... )
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Emma sighed to herself as she pulled up to her apartment complex. She parked in her spot and hurried up the stairs, greeting a few of her elderly neighbors.
She dropped her bag just short of a small table beside the door, and spotted the phone. With a deep breath, she punched in the numbers needed.
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Emma has been boiling in my head, for a different request here...can you guess? This finally let her lose, and I can make her older, -happy dance- I hope you like this OP
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“Mhmm,” Emma slurred pulling away from Robert’s sweet morning lips, “morning, love.” Robert nestled his way into her neck, humming a similar response, his hands pulling her closer to his body. “Breakfast will burn if you don’t let me go.”
He released her, pecking her softly on the shoulder before he stumbled over to the fridge. “You need to sleep in one day.” He said fishing out some orange juice, before scouting out some clean cup. His eyes caught sight of the calendar, “Oh, Friday, your parents come in.”
Splash! Hiss! Emma jumped back with a scream, nursing her hand from the biting grease, only to ram her head into one of the cabinets. She whimpered in pain, coming to a crouch on the kitchen floor, Robert rushing to comfort her quickly ( ... )
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Arthur was a ball of nerves; Alfred hadn’t seen him become such a neat freak since the man had started his nesting list. Sure, neither of them had really seen Emma in seven years after she left for college. Their political lives had thrown them away from ever seeing her happy in the college life, now she was some working woman with a degree.
She wasn’t the little girl who drew on the walls to the point where Arthur just gave her one to draw on. She wasn’t the teen who knocked out football players out because they called her unlady like things. She wasn’t the girl that run off during world meetings, only to be found tuckered out in Ivan’s large arms. She wasn’t the one Hungary stole and took shopping, because it was what girls did. She wasn’t a lot of things the two had remembered, and that’s what freaked Arthur out.
He remembered her call though, as awkward as it she made it seemed, she knew she was trying to do what was right.
“Mum, I really don’t know how much ( ... )
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“Congrats, kiddo!” Alfred said slapping her on the back as the elevator rang. “Damn, that’s quite a thing you got there, must of cost the boy his life.”
“Alfred!” Arthur snapped as they existed the elevator. “Congratulation, Emma, I don’t doubt the fact that he is a lucky guy.” Arthur said pulling on a gentle smile, one that usually ended up in both of them hugging him. Emma spared him with a sniffle she wiped away and was done with quickly, meanwhile Alfred wasted no time.
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It's hard to write Arthur motherly for me...I don't know why because he is so motherly to begin with sometimes. I picture it and then its like "crap that's really OOC, don't care he's to cute". So...yeah, I feel bad though.
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