I really got to stop making new stories, but ideas just end up popping into my head. I don't own Hetalia. Please read and review. Names to countries will be at the bottom if you want to check them out.
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Whatever made Brittanny desire six sons was beyond her. Whatever corrupted her to taking in her sister's set of twins still confused her. And now she was marring a man with five children of his own.
She was crazy. Pure and simple crazy.
She kept stealing glances in the mirrors, making sure that her fiancée hadn't come to his sense and decided to break the engagement off and leave her with her six sons and her sister's twins.
The worst part was that the children (her eight and his five) hadn't met each other yet. And they would be sharing rooms. Her twins and the girls (one his one hers) would be sharing. All the rest would be sharing according to age: Alasdair with Yao, Arvel with Anil, Cian with Yong Soo, Caleen and Mei, Arthur and Kiku, Alfred with Matthew, which leaves Peter alone until the new baby was born.
Yeah, that right. She was pregnant. Again. She found out a week before they started packing, and according to her doctor she was about a month into it.
Brittanny gave her sons a quick scan. Alasdair sat in the front, looking uncharacteristically pale under his blood red hair. Behind him sat Arvel, reading a book about ghosts, not looking nervous at all (which honestly didn't surprise Brittanny. He didn't get his nickname of "Mr. Indifference" for nothing). Arthur sat on his left, hiding behind newly dyed green hair and eyeliner and a meowing cat carrier. Arthur had discovered punk a few months ago and taken to it like a fish to water. Her twins, Alfred and Matthew, sat next to Arthur, both carrying a childhood toy they should have gotten rid of years ago. Her sister's twins, Caleen and Cian, sat behind them listen to music, and Peter sat to their right, playing with a toy ship.
God she was happy she had a van.
"Okay, only a few more minutes until we get there," she called out to her passengers.
"Good. I feel like I'm going to piss myself," Alasdair muttered.
Arvel gave a small, cold chuckle. "Oh, and here I thought you were 'big and brave Alasdair'. As the oldest you're supposed to talk all big, you know like you usually do."
Alasdair growled. "Shut your geggie you arse bandit."
Arvel snorted. "Yeah, 'cause our new family will love that."
"Boys," Brittanny said in warning.
"I bet they'll love it as much as Iggy's eyeliner," Arvel continued, not heeding his mother's warning.
"Arse face," Arthur spat at Arvel. "And my name's Arthur."
"And how about Alfred's loudness and Matthew's refusal to put that stupid stuffed bear down," Arvel said, ignoring his half-brother.
Alfred and Matthew glared at him, but before Alfred could start yelling Brittanny's voice filled the car.
"You know you guys; this isn't what I had in mind when I said 'best behavior'."
At the sound of their mother's cold voice everyone became still, save for Caleen and Cian because they couldn't hear anything over their Irish jig music.
As she pulled into the driveway everything seemed to get quiet, and just after she parked, her children ran out of the car and up the house. After figuring out that the door was locked they devised that the easiest way to get the door open was to toss the lightest one there into an open second story window.
Thankfully for Peter, his mother ran up behind them and opened the door, and ducked out of the way so she wouldn't get trampled. "Remember boys! Look for the rooms with your name on it! Your stuff should already be up there!" When Brittanny turned around she became painfully aware that six Asians were staring at her.
She sighed, plucked off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes.
God she was insane.
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Yao's car ride was supposed to be quiet. Not a word was said, not even from his father. Not a word should have been said, and if it wasn't for Yong Soo constantly breaking the unspoken rules it would have stayed that way.
But even Yong Soo got quiet as they saw the others running towards the house. The Wang family got out of the car quietly, and the only member of the Kirkland family that noticed they were here was the mother.
My future mother, Yao reminded himself quietly, even in his own head.
His father, Jin, cleared his throat. "Go find your rooms. We will talk later." And as simple as that, they filed past the blonde woman and into the house.
That was probably the only thing simple about this.
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Well, this seems like a good place to end. My sister's really excited about this story, and want to know what others think about it so please review. Also what pairings do you guys want? I wont be doing any incest, but are there others want?