I thought this up reading some stories, about hiding gender. It sounds just like the things magic could, just cook up and is something I thought my headcanon charters could and would do. I've been preoccupied with this story, so twenty twenty's will be up next week along with the second half of this one hopefully. 7/13 or 14 stories.
Why the ace in face, hates wales? 'warnings'
mentions; Spain-napping, gender bent Romano and others,of underage sex and marriage;along with incest, girl problems, and historical figures acting like assholes.
I take a semi-historical look at what hetalia is and write about it; in the past things like marring your sibling wasn't seen as bad and the idea of anothpormorfic personifcation of land mass and cultures; were more then likely seen as tools, not humans "They would be treatied badly"
I don't own hetalia or Spamano would be very canon
RoMerica, SpaMano, Mexico x America, AmeRus, PuCan, PortUk, SpUk, ScotEng, and light amounts of FrUk
Sorry,to all those who read this story before 2/11/18. I've been using a grammar program to fix my mistakes and it decided to remove words and sentences, making the story Illegible.
1].America -
Narrrator -From 1880 to 1915, an estimated 13 million Italians migrated out of Italy, making Italy the scene of the largest voluntary emigration in, world history. During the mass migration, 4 million went to Mr. Americas', the mostly from 1900 to 1914. In 1899, also began dating italy, leading to this situation...
Cramping and bloating suck, if I never had a period again, it would be too soon. It's always been this way, Once a year I'm forced to be a girl for an entire week, just to go throw "Hell".
"Could be worse, eh" stuffing his mouth with a bonbon, crouched on top of some ice. The best part about owning an icehouse*, a hot flash cure."How?"
"How about every month, for the rest of our incredibly long lives" he deadpans. I shudder and shake my head, "Damn. No thank you". Just contemplating that brings, sympathy pains for pour Lovina.
" I feel pity for female nations, If this is hell..." he nods.
Though both I and matty were born boys an accident, left with the ability to turn into a woman. One I've always questioned but, never had the balls to would they react? "How do you tell someone, something like this?"
"You're thinking out loud, want to ask about our situation, again. Please, Alfred stops nothing good will come of it. Do you wish to be labeled as a freak? " Europeans are cruel, we both think.
"NO, I just..."
"Their you bastards are, I've been looking everywh..." she blinks, turns around and walks out. Muttering about French wine, before shutting the door.
"wha?..."
a creaking sounds and then she's back inside, blinking " No matter how many times, I leave and come back you'll both still be Bella's, won't you? " we nod she sighed, trying to wrap her head around the situation."Yesterday.. you had a penis and I'm assuming you as well" Maddie nods "How?"
"Well, we're not really sure, we had an accident this is..." both of us stating at the same time, neither feeling the need to point out the obvious." The story now!" she ordered. So Mathew began "It all started when, al found a hidden door..." nervously began
"Come on Matty,..."
*Icehouse- a building used before refrigerators were invented to store ice for cooling.
2].Canada-
Narrator-Beginning 1763 Canada was under British rule, France was forced to ceded New France, of which Canada was a part, to the British Empire. England wanting to get young Mathew away from French influence moved the young nation to his Boston home, in which Alfred lived as well. Shortly after uniting the two brothers aged 12, Mathew and 10, America he left to gloat, leaving the two boys to get in a whole world of trouble, just like this...
When Lovina came in, I thought we were going to be made fun of but instead, she asks why? Not judging maybe she could help...
"Come on Mathew, its an adventure!" trudging throw the cobwebs, ew. Down sand craved stairs that have seen better days, deeper and deeper into the increasing cold and Alfred tripped, of course Alfred did, against, a solid wood door, pushing it opening.
"This place is creepy" al croaked. Cobweb covered shelves, hundreds of bottles and pots."A wine cellar, You'd think a drunk couldn't keep a drop" Alfred looks mad, huh "Don't insult Iggy!" lunging at me, tumbling to the a few bottles to the ground in the process before, I fling him over to the other side.
"I'm bigger al, don't pick fights you can't win"
looking at what we knocked down, I notice a pink hue "pretty, hay al look" his eyes captivated on the liquid swirling in an old bottle. Feeling a shock when I pick it up, some things not right "We should go.."
That's when I notice America drinking some of it, how did he "what the hell, al?"
"Strawberry" he smiles
siping some" yummy!" we drank all three before we realized something was wrong.
"Massachusetts and Virginia found us, because of the screaming. We can't remember much but afterward, an old medicine man said it was white man's magic and said the change came by changing the nature of our magic" al shrugged.
"So you found it, inside an old wine cellar, hidden in Englands home. Neither of you two ever thought of, oh I don't know asking him?" she snarks
"No!" we both screech
she deadpans " Call wales, he should know something"
ahhh "What?" I asked
"Ya' didn't hear it from me, but I once overheard England say he was in a similar position and blamed his brother so their"
"Conductor transfer me to washington line-1775, Just do it" taping his fingers "Washington line-1775, what is your emergency mister jones" he sighed "contact to U.K. line-W, please hurry"
"Hello, Alfred" uncle wales yawned
"Um, Hi uncle will...I've got, ah.. here you do it" handing the phone to Romano, who huffed judging my brothers' actions. Looking at me asking with her eyes 'if I would' shaking my head so fiercely it could have come off 'baby's' she mouths
"Hello, wales it's romano, the brats have a question, for you but are scaredy cats"
"OK, let's have it?"
"That prank, that landed England with boobs sometimes, did you achieve it with...What color was it, brats?" looking at me "Pink, swirly pinks"
"Swirly pink liquid in alcohol bottles" over, the line a squeal of fear could be heard, she snorts.
"How did you !...?"
"Drunk England, anyway, somehow... Three bottles, right... three bottles ended up over here, brats got into it now they have the same problem " looking at us and asking before returning to the conversation.
"Are you sure, about this?"
"They're bust sizes are comparable to Ukraine's"
"I didn't need to know, that! "
-To be continued under wales entry...
*1876 the telephone invented by Alexander gram bell
3].Italy Romano-
Narrator- Now a short intermission with some history, Pirates had three 'outbursts' the first being ' Buccaneering period' It lasted from 1650 to 1680, characterized by British and French seamen based on Jamaica and Tortuga attacking Spain's shit. To be exact Spain hated one single pirate above all, that being England himself. Even so, neither of the two would pass up, a time to get drunk and as romano would say 'Tramitse every one with lewdness, fucking pervs'...
Storm wailed on outside the walls of this bar, but inside the occupants were mostly blind or should I say to drunk to notice. Drunken courses in both Spanish and English, as the two so-called 'fiercest pirates on the seven seas', making giant fools of themselves.
The worse part of it all is that shitty barmaid keeps stealing my stolen booze 'I should be, lit by now'. "Poor little, Roma"Joao, cood drunkly."gimme some stingy" handing the bottle to me, before snatching it away "Go whine to Tonio, he'll never let his lovely little lovi, suffer " he huffed
'You're a bastard, when drunk' she thought then replied
"I would but his tongue is shoved down your wifes, mouth"
"You know he's a wom...wait their what?!" storming off in a justified rage, only to see just, what I said. Arthur pushed up against a wall, legs wrapped around a tan muscled conquistador, mouths locked in a heated kiss. 'That should be me, he's my Tonio not yours puttana Inglese [english whore]'.
"Wait, woman?" I blink
"Maldito bastardo, afasta-te da minha mulher, agora"[You fucking bastard, get away from my wife, Now !] fury-ous Portuguese flew out of his mouth, as he closed in on them, sword in hand "Nuestra esposa joao y qué pasa si ella quiere un hombre de verdad esta noche"[Our wife Joao and what's wrong if she wants a real man tonight?].Grabbing his own, dropping his partner to the floor.
The battle in the background was tuned out, as I got close to the babbling drunk on the floor. Wife, woman, she, What? "A bheil Thu nad bhoireannach? Eileen?"[Are you a woman? england ?] I spoke in galic, better give this drunk some form of discretion ' more than he deserves'.
"Tha Agus chan eil, tha mi a 'tionndadh gu aon draoidheachd. Tha a Spà inn gu math dèidheil air"[Yes and no, I turn into one magically. Spain's quite fond of it] fond of her, how...
"Carson a tha sin cinnteach mu sin?"[Why so sure of that?] I whispered because, I knew I wouldn't like the answer, boy was I right.
"Tha mi air mac a thoirt dha, Gibraltar"[I've given him a son, gibraltar] I ran off.
I cry'ed the rest of the night, Antonio asked me why all I did was call him a tomato bastard and to eat shit. Joao and Arthur got the same treatment, how can I not be mad, the man I love, loves another whom, holds his brother's heart. I'm trapped outside of a love triangle, I could never hope to be a part of.
"Et tenuit corde meo: sed ut abiectis Hispania.[You held my heart, yet threw it Hispania ] comforting latin rolled off her tongue, something about her father language that makes, it seems less painful then it truly is.
"Britannia capta es spes mea: quem furati estis, sed non est" [Britannia you have taken my hope, yet don't know you have stolen it]. " Saevus Amor...[ Love is cruel]" she chuckled, a dry tone no child should have. Her pity party was interrupted, by one both curious and concerned.
"Amor durus est nunc. Quid nosti eam?"[Love is cruel, is it now. What would know of it?]
"Scio suus 'peribat, et inanis me relinquit" [I know it's unrequited and leaves me empty] the tears fell, fast.
"Dry your tears, don't weep for the stupid." his arms evaluated me, picking me up and caring me tightly.
"My brothers not worth it, you'll see in time"
' but would I ? '
At this time romano's physically 12 but has been alive well over 1000 years. mentally she has the thoughts and needs of a woman, including companionship. Antonio being one of the few people, to treat her nicely, for so long; lead her to fall in love with him. He see's her as a 12-year-old though and it's breaking her.
4.]Wales-
Narrator-The Conquest of Wales by Edward I also referred to as the Edwardian Conquest of Wales or that 'time England kicked his brother ass', took place between 1277 and 1283. It resulted in the defeat and annexation of Wales, who was a principality at the time and the other last remaining independent welish principalities, by the king of England .wales was tired of his little brother shit, after only a year, he devised an insidious plan for some revenge...
"Why'd you do it uncle wales," Alfred asked
"Here's why, so it all started in...
"Wings of three fairies, one root of ginger, a datura flower, a black rose, two toadstools, moon... something, newt blood one vile, and lets add in oak for strength, peony for some shame, sage for immortality, and knotweed for binding" rereading the page for the hundredth time, he began preparing for the spell only to see not everything he need was stocked.
"fuck it" chucking in, bottle after bottle, vile after vile, the powder changing from black to pink to a sickly brown and green, before adding the final ingredient the rose; however not having anything other than 'rose powder FB' he throws that in while adding in his secret ingredient; whiskey. The potion settles on being a dark pink with oily swirls of magenta and lilac.
perfect he thinks, 'I've to damn much, oh well 'let's see Artie survive this'hee.A splash and clink every now and then, a broken bottle accompanied by blood, and seven bottles of hex later, Wales was proud of what he'd accomplished.
Now how to get him ta... "where's the alcohol!?" , ah...
"Like hell, you need any, damn brat" the twit storms down, punching me right in the eye and grabbing four 'em thud thud boom right up against the creaking stairs.
now what to do, how about a nap? snore...
tink tink " wales somethings wrong" a fairy calls, tink ting "wales" tink...
"Ddraig(welsh for dragon), wake him" the tilt of the head and blinks, growling out 'can't '.
"then get Scotland, England fell ill" she frets...
"Where's he?" at the door standing 6'4", burning scarlet hair, and drink in hand was Scotland." Up in his room. His magic gone-arye, I don't know" she cried pour thing." It's fine no worry, Artie probably has gone and messed up a spell" I assured her "Not likely only, Wales has been in the tombs of lately" another responded.
'damn, what have you done now Albion?' the creaking of the steps of the stairs is interrupted by a scream."Arthur!" seconds feel like minutes, till I got the damn door open. curled up under the covers, a trembling shaking mess, the heat radiating off him even from across the room. The magic around him swirling, twisting, and shooting up into the air, right before diving down and pierce him causing the shirking and a beam of pink light.
The scent of blood hits me, along with roses and sweat. the heat turns to frost as Artie throws off the cover "wha? allie ?" he whimpered. "There, there Artie I'm here" his skin begins to bubble and glow."I'm hot, everything hurts"just above a whisper.
"My hair hurts"
"hair can't..." that's when I saw it grow and I noticed some other changes as well.
"Arthur, have ya' been using magic again" cautionary in tone with scarlet cheeks as red as my hair I bet.
"No, just bad whiskey" he passes out as more magic leaks
whiskey?...
"OWW, what'd you do that for ?" blink
"Alistair?"
"In the flesh, What. Did. You. Do. to. Arthur. NOW?! "
"Nothing" he blinked confusedly. Tink ting of a fairy could be heard "the stuff in the bottles".Clarity comes to his eyes then confusion"Aye gave him some bad luck hex, attached to his magic"
"Wheres the spell?" he pointed to the table, clearly the hex stated, but the bottle labels don't match up. Hemlock, Rose powder FB, moonstone dust, salamander blood, and four containers not even on the list."Tell me exactly what you did, now, Order and all?"
"fairy wings, hemlock, and dathura, FB rose stuff with the toadstool, moonstone dust, then sal'blood, and I added knotweed-oak and sage-peony for binding strength and everlasting shame, the hex enhancer ya' taught me" he yawns nodding off "WAKE UP! , your shitty little stunt fucked up! His magic attacking him and ..." I blush " He's transforming"my voice squeaked
"Wha'..." AHHHHH, Arthur shrieked. william eye's blow wide and he runs upstairs before I can stop him.
"Theirs a girl in here!?"
"Will, hush"Artie moaned, Will blushed as blood fell out of his nose
"That's our brother" I point out and the pussy passes out.
Two weeks later, Arthurs point of view-
Everything warm and achy. I feel slimy and gross, a pungent smell hits me and I realize it's coming from , I need a bath. opening my eyes I look around 'my room', I look down what's this lump on my chest? piercing cry sounds from my mouth why is it so high?
"Arthur, are you?..."
"WHY DO I HAVE BREASTS?!" they blush, I'm uncovered 'oh dear'.
"Cover up please, las...laddy"
"You were going to call me a woman!" I fumed
"Sorry, sorry calm down, please. Artie, I know you're confused.."
"Confused is an understatement" ow, a pain just under my bellybutton, whats coming from? "Why's blood coming from my nether regions?!" will takes off with a 'you tell him'.
" may GOD have mercy on you, William! cause I won't! " Scotty screams
"and that's, what happened; and before you ask Scotty beat with tree and Arthur chained in the village nude, throw rocks at me"
"Damn, so any way to reverse it?" romano asked
"No, afraid not. Don't tell a soul either or my heads on a platter"
"Not to worry, only knew about you because Arthuro drunkly told me about it, remember"
"That dumbass, anything else he told you?"
"Well, don't ever tell Scotland or Portugal, but ask him who's Gibraltar's mother is? I'm not even supposed to knew, so maybe play it as him telling you while drunk"
"The FUCK?!"
"YOU MEAN I WASN"T DRUNK!"
5].Portugal-
Narrator-The Anglo-Portuguese Alliance, was ratified 1386 and by 'ratified' I mean consummated, between england (now the u.k.) and Portugal, is the oldest ' alliance ' in the world that is still in force. Joao and Arthur, have never waged war against each other nor have they participated in wars on opposite sides as independent states since their frist night at Windsor. While Portugal was forced into a simlar situition under the Iberian union, rebellious Portuguese factions sought refuge and help in England. England spearheaded the anglo-spainish war 1585 to 1604 on the side of the kindnapped husbon ,deposed royal house. Heres a rated T versions, of their marriage...I mean alliance...
"I'm what!?" England yelled
"He's what?!" Wales Yelled
" Bening married to the Nation of Portugal, a treaty of this magnitude calls for a sealing with as much weight. I'm sorry Arthur, but in the end, we need allies on the sea, not enemies." Edward cautioned reasoned, knowing the nations tempers.
Marriage was inconceivable thought, to both Arthur and William. The kingdom married off, to an Iberian; having to live near an unstable region for who knows how long. While William raged, Arthur began to panic, drifting deeper and deeper into fear; causing him to lose control of his magic and changing his sex right before the king.
Now having at least heard of his nations predicament, but never seeing it in person was a fright. Curly long whisps of a golden wheat framed a child's face and sweep below to the start of a woman, for fourteen years old could ever be truly an adult. A beauty any man would, love to wed and perhaps someone Portugal would want.
" The ninth of may, the treaty will be signed and the two of you shall be wed. He shall be arriving in one months time, your courtship shall begin and do find a way to explain..this, please". just like that he was gone, leaving the panicking nations to themselves.
Hours turned to days than weeks, worth of a far range of emotions, none of them particularly good. In the end, Arthur just gave up, excepting his fate still trapped in female form. Knowing Francis spread word of his gender, this would come as a shock, perhaps he'll leave. If only, unannounced to Arthur, his secret change was revealed already. Joao found the news interesting and hard to believe, but this is the child of Britannia, so ...
Not that hard to believe, honestly he was not too thrilled on the prospect of a spouse. Still have a dislike of frontiers, after freeing himself barely two hundred years from what he was told Ms. Britannia was a beauty to behold and any child male or female will have looks, though he does wonder about the eyebrow thing.
"What is with those faces? Still appalled at the idea?" the king asks
"Not as much as I was, Edwards news about England was interesting, to say the least. Though I do wonder what he o/r she looks like, if their king stated truthfully?" he pondered
"Una maldición, una brujería hosca que el rey inglés bromeó, un hombre que se convirtió en mujer. Dios no permitiría tales cosas, chico" [A curse, witchcraft surly the English king jested, a man becoming a woman. God would not allow such things, boy] commented a kinsman, a deeply religious man who thought little, outside of his box. God made the world simple, non-believers complicate his creations. He greatly infuriated the nation 'Castile's human, not his' he thought.
"The more I think on the matter, the more I believe the witch, could well have been one of England's siblings. They're known well for their magical abilities and the great dislike they share for one another. What have you, got me into, Joao?" he joked.[Joao is the Portuguese version of John, also in the past a common name, including the king's - Joao the first]
"We near, your highness" informed the diver and near they were. Just beyond the tree line, too far for a human to see was a fortress. Standing in rows where men and woman, a friendly welcoming party. At the back standing proud, where three individuals; the king standing center, a tall man with light brown hair or was it dirty blond, and then seemingly hiding behind the men, was a woman... no a girl, halo'ed in golden locks that frame fearful but proud eyes and adorned with thick, but no less, attractive eyebrows.
"Belíssimo"[stunning, beautiful in portugese]
"Who?" they asked
"Her... England, my bride"
A party to welcome them lasted well into the night; Portugal no matter how hard he trie'ed had difficulty speaking a few sentences to her...well, him because wales, as he learned was very over protective. In the early hour of the day, just as the sun began to rise, were they to meet.
" I have not formally introduced, myself and feel the need to do so, seeing as you will be marrying me" he rambled on, quite cutely he thought 'I sound like al-Andalus...um Hispania'. Watching his future spouse mumbled and fuss not really, introducing himself at all.
" Joao Alfonso Carriedo, the personification of the kingdom of Portugal and the feliz em fazer o seu conhecimento"[Glad to make your acquaintance in portugese]
"Huh, Oh..um, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the kingdom of England, How do you do?" he blushed
"Very fine, thank I ask how you feel, about all this?" truly curious. A glow of pink forms, around him, as he changes into a she. A very beautiful she, he might add; long flowing hair, curling down passed an impressive bust for one so young, pouty lips and frightful eyes, like she's done something wrong, only makes me what to protect her.
"Beautiful, how can someone be so lovely and yet handsome?" she blinks and blushes again turning back into a man, handsome indeed.
Weeks blear as the two grew closer and their wedding date as, well. However William did not seem happy in fact, he only seemed to get worse. no one, knew why nor bothered to ask, out of fear. Having enough of his future brother in laws temper, Joao descended the stairs to his study.
"Get out, NOW" raged the welish man as soon as he saw who had entered. ' Artie is a fool ' he thought bitterly
"Why do you hate, me? I've already promised along with my king, not to take your brother with me. What is it that upsets, you?" Joao pondered
"You really don't know" he scolded, only glaring more as he thought about the Iberian" What happens after a wedding?" he asked
"The wedding night"
"And what happens to, the bride on the wedding night? What does her husband claim?" thinking for a minute and then blinking and blushing. "OH" it came out high pitched. He understood now, he would be the one to claim Englands vital regions, if only for the night.
Wales came down after that, still unhappy about the wedding. The day of, England was in a dress, a red and whiteish thing that clung to her hips. A nervous wreck, jittery and impatient not a very proper lady at all. The church was grand, she was lead down the aisles by wales, who glared at everything and everyone.
The ceremony was quick and church service began after the kiss. They praised God and received holy communion, the priest wished them best. A small coronation the king thought, would be nice was done before the feast began. All in all, Portugal had a fun time but was a bit antsy and impatient waiting for night. Just before the hour to retire sound he got a thought ' What if Arthur doesn't know what comes next? That would explain wales actions, shit'.
" Arthur, do you know what happens, next? " he questioned the new bride
"We consummate the union, whatever that means? "
'OH, good lord' he thought
The next morning and most mornings after started all the same; even after traveling to Portugal for a while. The two would wake, cuddling in the others arms, Arthur would blush sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, a kiss good morning and then getting dressed and starting the day.
However, one morning was quite different; you see despite being a separate kingdom now, Portugal would get visits from his siblings. This time was different because; not only were he and his new husband/wife nude but, also because al-Andalus/Hispania was chained up and being dragged into the room by Castile and two others. All while the four yelled at each other; al-Andalus the one to stopping and stare at, the shocked two.
"who's she... um he?" he spoke
" Brother?" the other three spoke
Arthur lost control of his magic again changing from man to woman serval times. Antonio was very amused, finding the increasingly reding nation to be adorable but not as adorable as his lovi."Jamil jiddaan !" [so cute aribic] he squeed.
Castile and Leon both grew mad, at the witch before them "Brother, what is that? " Navarre hissed. Each of his fully Christian siblings, thinking that a human witch was seducing yet another sibling away from God. However, the sibling that was in between Muslim and Christian, sensed what his angry ones could not.
" 'uma, min aldhaa?" [a nation, who?]
" 'iinkiltira,shaqiq"[england, brother] Joao replied in Arabic
"A northern, oh... bratannia 's child, Gallia [france] spoke of, you're cute! " he winked enjoying his brother's rage, who was also cute when red. The others blinked 'so slow' and people say I'm bad. He rolled his eyes as Joao, growled out." MINE "
he chuckled "Yours how? did you conquer,um...What gender are you?"
"I'M A MAN, YOU TWAT!" the tiny blond raged, scarring his younger brothers but not his stubborn sister, never her."Answer the fallen one, Joao" she spoke with icy venom-ed Antonio has heard so often, it affects him not but, ' iinkiltira, shudders the covers slipping, almost revealing a bust below; he growled in appreciation.
His bother fallowed, the line of sight and gave a look that could kill and promised pain.
"Marriage"
Fusosoooooo he laughed and laughed harder at the looks of the others ' To funnnny' he began to roll on the floor as tears streamed down "Welcome to the family, I'm al-Andalus by the way. These are Castile, Leon, and Navarre; we don't get along, conflict of faiths you see, not sure why we're in Portugal though"
"Would you, shaqiq?"[brother]
"Não, I don't... Irmã"[no, sister in portugese]
"Deja de hablar, en esas lenguas desagradables, ahora!"[Quit speaking, in those disgusting tongues, now] she rawr'ed.
The entire experience traumatized, England greatly. Also left Antonio, with devious thoughts of just what he would do with the two. The meeting of England's other siblings wasn't much better; you see after they left Scotland and Ireland were informed of the wedding and also found out from many people, how loud the two are and the possibility of being uncles.
On the day they returned, it was sweltering out. The sun high above and heat cooking eggs in their shells, as the coach road along. I only made Arthurs stomach turn more, being informed of his brother new knowledge, forced Arthur to maintain male form.
"They can't be that bad, o Amor " [love as in darling]
"Oh, no you have no idea, Alister... Scotland is a bit of an 'overprotective' brut and Seamus...Ireland doesn't like me but doesn't like people messing with blood" he fretted
"Não se preocupied, temos isso, meu querido"[Don't worry, we've got this, my dear]
meanwhile-
"I'LL kill'im, good lord Artie's a man. What were you thinking William? " Irate Irishmen yelled
The Scotsman simply drank usings wales as a seat. More mad that he wasn't told about the wedding before it happens. 'what kind of man is he? is he treating him/her right, Artie just a child, and he took ...' slammed the bottle back drinking, all of it in one go.
" Will, what he like? the bastard that took... stole... claimed, Artie's vital regions" he squeaked, blushing in embarrassment.
"A Thiarna a chara "[Dear Lord in irish] The mortified man, squeaked.
The meeting ended in bloodshed, causing the Kirkland siblings to drift apart again. If left Joao traumatized, and with broken bones. However, did nothing to stop the twos love for each other, one that still lasts into modern day. Despite, many road bumps; namely Spain and Ireland, being asses.
Al-andalus, was a muslum state in iberia that lasted from 711 and 1492ad, spain was the was also hispainia the roman state of Iberia
Ireland doesn't know England can change gender, he is very Catholic in belief.
6].Scotland -
Narrator-The Union of the Crown or when' Scotland married his little brother' was the accession of James the sixth of Scotland to the thrones of England, and the consequential unification of the three realms under a single monarch on 24 March 1603. The Union of Crowns followed the death of Queen Elizabeth I, Arthur human wife, a week following, the two personifications were wed. England broken-hearted, in not only losing his wife but being separated from his first spouse for so long and being made to marry Alister, went insane. Shortly, after their wedding night he left to be a pirate on the open sea, here's how it went down...
A limping form made its way from the bed, where a red-headed man snored green eyes, dulled by heartbreak that rarely focused on anything despite, the fact they belong to the newly crowned Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, only made matters worse. A time of celebration, but not for one in morning the death of a spouse.
Creaking of wood from the bed and the floorboards, alerted Arthur of the other's pale arms wrap around him, pulling him close to Scotlands chest and warmth. The may air still frosty against, the nude forms. " Thig air ais dhan leabaidh, gràdh. Na fuirich thu air a 'chathair sin, a-rithist "[Come back to bed, love. You're not staying in that chair, again. in scots-galic] he pulled.
"Your not them, I can't stay" Britain reasoned
"This bed is ours, we share it, gaol."[ love-galic] he reasoned back, to the brother he calls husband or 'was it wife' pondering the thought.
"I'm not a child Scotty, I can't sleep next to you because, when I wake; I think it's them when I see it's not I can't stop the tears, please" he whimpered, out the plea. It still hurts, not even has it, been a month and already so much has happened.
"Take the bed, I'll be in the chair."
A small smile, first one in months broke out on his face, thank you' he mouthed. England cuddled into the covers like a small child, despite being in the form of a seventeen-year-old. Tucking him, causing a happily sighing ' Yep still a child, Oh Lord and I sleep with him' alarmed by his own thoughts, he sought out whiskey.
The king not really caring about his country state of depression gave Arthur an increasing amount of work. His hope was to settle down Arthur's, roughly people who disliked, a Scottish man on the throne. Not sharing in his predecessor dislike of Spain, began secretly ending the battle to free Portugal. 'thinking the new marriage was more of a focus' though it was only secret because Scotland had been handling everything.
Not wanting Arthur to suffer any more then he had to, all of his work came crashing down the morning after his wedding night.
"This needs to end, you're the your job, no duty it will be done!"James screamed
Arthur blinked and turned his head staring out at the sea, towards Portugal. He did not need this, condescending scolding making him feel worse. Honestly, the only time he's felt any joy, beyond beth's arms were at sea, since Joao was taken by him, by Spain.
Funny does this man even realise his country predicament or would he care. 'I'm I even his country, Great Britain, yeah right'
"Are you listening to me, Arthur" slap, pain flared throw his cheek, but Arthur did not react. Only closed his eyes, however just as then, three men fumed in.
"Don't touch him" roared, in three different languages. A taller welish Arthur with brown or was it blond hair stood red-faced, next to an orange hair Irishmen, two ahoge curled up from the back of his head scowling, and a fiery scarlet haired Scotsmen dwarf-ing them both.
huff " Alister, I need your spouse to be ready, I plan on officially uniting the country as Great Britain, sometime next year. He needs to be better by tomorrow" James was never this bad before, 'Artie influence' he thought.
"Only theirs" came a voice one not heard by him till now
"For now, only think of this, forget Portugal. We can no longer help his displaced royalty; for that, I am sorry" said the king as he walked out of the room. Only catching the being of the screams and wails.
It went well into the night, finally quit setting on the siblings. Sleeping well into the next night, around the stroke of twelve, Arthur aroused. Tear stained red eyes, glaring at his so-called family. Ireland, being the Judas in the group, rating out the others. 'They all knew' my so-called husband hide it all from me. He knew very well his kings' intentions, even on our wedding night.
"Nothings changed, has it mint bunny" barely a whisper in the wind
' Arthur, what are you planning'
" Seas calling me "
' But you are a country '
" Not any longer, leave it to them, I'm on vacation" he growled out
When every one awoke Arthur was no longer there, he wasn't even on land. Stealing a ship, taking off to sea, a privateer... No pirate. Leaving nothing but a 'catch me If you can note'.
As he sailed he swore; he heard three anger shouts of "ARTHUR!", must have been his mind. Little did he know the seas would give him back, his love.
7].Spain-
Narrator-Mary the first, was the queen of England and Ireland from July 1553 until her death in 1558. The executions that marked her pursuit of the restoration of Catholicism back to her country, which led to her denunciation as "Bloody Mary" by her Protestant opponents. Mary was the only child of Henry VIII by his first wife, Catherine of Aragon... In 1554, Mary married Philip of Spain becoming queen of Spain as an attempt to drill catholicism back into Arthur, she forced a female England to marry Antonio, on July 23, 1554. Nine months to the day of their union Gibraltar was born, here's a how they found out...
' Bloody marry ' he thought to stand before the Spanish king and personification both smiling at the women. England forced into a female form, by his new queen 'false queen' his mind added. Telling him, simply it must be done for the goodness of our people.
For Catholicism, a religion he no longer fallows, all because of a mad king, wrong dueings. Funny thing is he's never really followed any religion at all, why start now?
" I know this isn't under, the best of terms but perhaps, we can bury the hatchet" Spain's voice hony'ed with the joy he was feeling. Dispassionate response fallowed " We wed, only because of the false queen nothing more; you mean nothing to me al-Andalus."
"I see, very well then because it matters little; tomorrow we wed and at night I claim you. Despite, my dear mary not being your queen yet, you will fallow her orders, no ?" Ah, he thought so many Protestants still clouding your mind; you and Joao will be mine, both in time.
kissing her hand, even as she was yelled at by, her not-quite queen."Why must you say such, things? God I know wants this, why do you fight his will, Alice?"
"That's not my name! why must you do these things you, Royal bastard*?" he growled storming off, slamming every damn thing in his path. Leaving the three, to their thoughts; two worried and one very amused."She's blinded from, God I ask... no beg you to save her, Espana"
" No necesitas rogar, lo haré. ¿por qué llamas arturo, Alice"[You need not beg, I shall. though, why do you call Arthur, Alice?] she stilled, oh that's why...fusoso
"I know of the curse, it does not affect me; soon god will smile upon this kingdom again, he is thankful for weddings " I grin, or is it that I'm thankful for wedding nights.
The ceremony mirrored the one I had with Joao, but this dress was inverted and the man before me, was his brother."Why so gloom, today we celebrate? Oh, could it be because you think of your, dear Joao?" he smirked smug coming off of him. my face twists in anger, only proving his words and widening his grin
"Joao won't know for quite awhile, by then you'll be hooked on my love" he murmured. lust clouding over him, dragging me to the bedroom"Come a wife must not keep, her spouse waiting" he purred low and deep. I bounced up as he threw me on the bed, roughly kissing me all over. So different, from him "Pay attention, TO ME" he growled
The morning, I woke sore and bruised, a dull pain aching all over and hugged close to a warm body. I couldn't help but think something was wrong, as his hands' rest above were a womb would be if I was truly a woman. What is this drawing sensation I feel? pulling at me from far away?
Antonio, I came to learn is a jealous and possessive man, downright brutal when anything does not go his way. When everything is as it should he's overly affectionate, smothering the things he holds dear. Quite frankly he's a man-child; most of the time baying, about not having 'his little henchman' here.
' Poor thing stuck with this nut'
One day he just disappeared, the queen and king are freaking out. "The git simply blipped* somewhere, why are you still raving about this? " A wave of sickness befalls me, it's happening more and more lately 'God I'm hot'.Everything seems like I'm underwater, only getting worse since his departure.
"Your spouse is missing, yet you sit their commonly, have you know shame?" mary chastized
'bitch' I think "He was mourning about missing, his little roma, more then likely, he went to see him." I stated commonly, as a sudden wave of dizziness, hits me.
"Alice... Alice...ARTHUR!" blackness enveloped me
' my little lovi's with me' I'm cheering in my mind. I've been feeling sad even though, I'm very pleased with Arthuro. I couldn't wrap my head around it, then it hits me, Romanos, not here. The cure for my sadness is getting my little lovely lovi and introducing her to Arthuro, simple right, nope.
I forgot to inform the king and now he's mad. No one will tell me where Arthur is, despite him being in the area. Philp asks me question after question, trying to appear interested in blipping; for he did not know of it. However, it's just a distraction, he's keeping something from me and I don't like it.
"What are you hiding, bastard?" flows out of lovi's mouth, she knows I'm irritated.' I'm frighting while so, so of course she'd hurry this along'
"Young man, that language won't be tolerated." he tries to slap her, but I stop him. a sharp smile, razor-thin appears "Now, now I'll have none of this, tell me where are my bride and no staling this time, si" a firm command does the trick.
"You see, she..um.. fell ill, my lord" pausing in his wording, complaining lying to me
"Take us to, her"
'Antonio's pissed ' nearly being lied to does that, I always questioned why anyone would ever try? knowing how Antonio reacts,' badly' I shuttered. Then again most of the dumbasses, who try also, think I'm a boy; no matter how often they're, told differently.
They quickly take us to a room, a female nation lays in it unconscious. Pale skin glowing with sweat, a fever " Is there a plague, sweeping throw the country?" I ask, the king glares.
"No, and no natural disasters eighter. I don't know... whats wrong? "a man similar to her, hopelessly sounds.
"Has she complained of any pain? "
"Yes, discomfort as well" a red-headed, woman states.
Brushing a hand over her forehead, not to hot for a nation, even in this cold place. Moving on; I try to put my hand lower, right below her bellybutton but hands subconsciously, shield it from me. Red flag right there " Her handmaids, bring one here"
"Now, see here..." he was cut off, by two angry growls.
"You called ma'ma" the girl bowed
"I have a private question to ask of you, it pertains to Mrs. alices health; for the decency of her, the men should leave?"
"What does a child know about medicine? " that dumbass king, voice pierced my ears
" I trust her, please help her, ms..."
" I'm romano and you ?"
"Wales"
now how to word this " your lady has she.. had her monthly curse lately" I went full tomatoes and so did they.
"No"
"Very well, thank you" the door clicks as, I turn to the queen "I know you don't trust me, because of my looks but... I've got an idea of whats wrong, for a more trustworthy source, for you, call a midwife" impassively telling her.
Arthur point of view-
"Ma'ma, I'm here to see whats wrong, can I have a look" a voice lulls from the light, waking me.
"Yes"
"Vomiting, nausea when near strong smells, you once could stand. Does it feel tender here?" her hands near my lower belly and I freak out.
Wales point of view-
The little imps, vagueness gets to me. For the tenth time, the bastard Spaniard asks, she still won't tell us a thing about king's ramblings aren't helping either, speaking about her like a troubled child, whos fried his nerves. The girls aoura started off as a child's but turned into that of someone far, older then I. Eyes lighting up when that knee-jerk reaction, occurred; like Arthur was protecting something.
I hear a shrike, then Artie storms out running, not to me but to Spain. Crying, not something any of us has seen, without good cause. Him murmuring about being hurt, yet not a bruise.
"Alice get back in here!" mary orders
"NO!" he shrieks
"Alice, what do you fell when you focus on your people?" romano ponders
"Fog, like I'm under water" sniffing
"It gets better around, Hispania" she states. Nodding to the question, hugging him closer 'Cradle robbing bastard, that's my brother'.The child size nation tilts her head "Tonio, focus on all of your lands, all of the people, every town, and cities, Does any place seem like she described?"
"Yes, romano please tell me whats going on?" he pleads
"Where first, please?"
" Gibraltar "
smirking " consultations, you two; your expecting"
Hours later, wales awoke thinking the entire thing, was one big drunk nightmare. Arthur and company agreed to keep the whole thing quit. Giving birth and raising the young boy in secret, romano only learned later that this female nation, was England, finally putting the pieces together.
* Royal bastard- Mary and Elizabeth were dubbed this by their father, england only ever called mary this once.
* blipped or blipping-a teleportion ablity, bening able to go any were soil from their land is.
I turned Spain into a bastard, Romano into a voice of wisdom, and England into a victim