Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize. I only own the OC children.
Author's note:
I've been planning this set of oneshots for a while now, but wasn't sure which one to start with. I have a crap-loadof Spamano ones written, but there are some DenNor and GerIta ones started.
And yes, probably all of these will have hints of or actual mpreg in them, along with yaoi. The only ones that won't be mpreg and yaoi will be the SwissLiech ones. I know that mpreg is not possible, but I like writing it. =P If you don't like it, please do not flame me about it.
I know that this kind of thing has been done before, but I wanted to do my own version.
Oneshots will not be in order. I can put them in order once there are a few if someone asks.
Pairings that may be included are as following (in no specific order): Lithuania/Poland, France/Canada, Sweden, Finland, America/England, Spain/Romano, Germany/Italy, Austria/Prussia, Switzerland/Liechtenstein, Denmark/Norway, Greece/Japan, and Russia/China
WARNING: I wrote this one more or less in a child's perspective, so the style sounds more childish than serious.
Translations (in order of appearance):
(Italian)
mamma: mommy
(Spanish)
papá: daddy
(Lithuanian)
tėtis: daddy
(Polish)
mama: mommy
(Spanish)
Sí: yes
mi poco de tomate: my little tomato
querido: dear
poco de tomate: little tomato
Dorian had never seen snow in southern Italy where he lived with his mamma and papá.
He had seen snow before, though, even played in it with his papá and Angel and Arianna, sometimes his mamma would join in, too. But, the chance to play in the snow didn't come often; he would have loved if it had.
It was only when his mamma and papá traveled for world conferences did he have the chance to play in snow and that was only in some of the colder countries.
He remembered once he played in the snow, after a meeting in Warsaw, with Ania. Her tėtis had even joined them, helping them to build a great big snowman. Her mama helped by supplying some accessories for their creation. Dorian's papá had placed a cherry tomato onto the snow creature's face as a nose rather than the traditional carrot.
Dorian really did like playing in the snow when he got a chance. It was really fun. He only wished that he could have snow at his home.
He liked to have snow covering his brown hair, the same shade as his mamma's, and to see the white, sparkly snow glisten in front of his green eyes. He never got to see much of the white texture.
Wait—he had seen his mamma use some white powdery stuff when Angel and Arianna had been in diapers. That stuff reminded him of snow! Yeah, he could have snow in southern Italy!
It had taken him a while, but he finally been able to find the powder.
Where could he sprinkle it?
The living room! Of course, the twins could join in, too! His little brother and sister would enjoy playing with him in the snow!
Dorian took the bottle, twisted the top, and twirled around the living room with it, spreading the white powder across the wooden floor.
"Dori?" Spain asked as walked into the room.
"Sí, Papá?" Dorian asked, looking back at his father.
"What are you doing mi poco de tomate?" His father asked and walked closer towards the boy.
"I'm making snow!"
Spain kneeled down to make eye contact with his son; the man had a smile plastered upon his face, chuckling at his son's previous comment, "Are you now?The five-year-old nodded happily.
"Spain!" Romano yelled and stormed into the room. He paused when he saw the mess that their son had just made in the living room, "What the hell did your son do now? Why did you let him make another fucking mess?"
Dorian was referred to by Romano as his son when he did something good, but referred to as Spain's son when he did something bad.
"He's making snow, querido," The Spanish nation beamed, "He's such a smart poco de tomate, right Lovi?"
"You're cleaning up this mess." With this, Romano left the room.
"How about helping Papá clean up this mess?" Spain asked, turning his attention back to his son.
Dorian shook his head and bolted out of the room.
Author's note:
Yes, Angel is a boy...It's a Spanish name like that...I think.
Can you guess who Ania's parents are? It isn't hard. *cough*PolandandLithuania*cough*
I've actually done what Dorian did in the story when I was younger, but I said they were "Frosties".
But anyway, if you want to request a oneshot for this set just leave a comment with the pairing and what you want to happen. If you want to know their kids personalities and stuff (still in progress with some of the characters, though), just ask.
But, yeah, I have more finished so I can proofread them and post them.
Reviews are love. ;)