Okay you guys, okay. I've been hesitant to post this story ever since I started writing it, and I even stopped writing it for about a month, but, because it's FrUK day (And Easter over here in the US), I decided to post what I have written so far. I will more than likely continue this, so stay tuned!
Notes about this story: This story is a historical story, but it's not 100% correct, because I said so, lol. XD. Also, Canada and America are twins in this story because it was more convenient for the story. I support both the theories that Canada and America are twins and that America is older though, so yeah. Plus I know that hormones hadn't been discovered in 1606, but, my story :I.
MY FIRST M PREG STORY, OMG. Enjoy, and, um, happy FrUK day!
England had gotten around in his lifetime. There was no doubt about that. No matter how much he tried to hide it, it was true. England also tried to say that those times were in the past, but that wasn't true. Especially not when he was drunk. England did manage to keep this a secret from most people though. The people who knew weren't the most believable if they told anyone anyway though.
England would have preferred that they never knew in the first place, but it was almost impossible for them not to. These people were his children, those that he had gotten impregnated by in the first place, and Spain. But who would believe Spain?
Yes, England had children. No matter how much he tried to say that they were just his siblings. For some of his children he didn't even know who was the other parent. England tried not to think about it if this was the case. Sometimes he wondered if he had children he didn't know about. England tried to shoo these thoughts away as soon as possible. The thought always lingered in the back of his mind though.
So, back onto the topic of England having children. England has a lot of children, but his most notable are America, Canada, Australia, and Hong Kong. So, I suppose we should get this story started, shouldn't we?
It was September in 1606. England sat, tapping his fingers on his desk. Ever since his teenaged hormones had started kicking in, England had had the extreme urge to just do something. He wanted to explore most of all. Not to mention just wanting to be rebellious in general. Sometimes he just gave his boss and government a lot of trouble just for the sake of it, but he could be serious. Sometimes.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" England nearly fell out of his chair. Sure enough, France was at his window. England shot him a glare. "Oh, don't be like that, Angleterre. After all, you've gotten so handsome." England threw a bottle of ink at the window, not caring if he broke it or got ink on it. The ink hit the glass loudly, then hit the wood floor with a lesser sound. "Oh, Angleterre, are you loosing your touch?"
"What do you want, France?" England hissed.
"You!" France chimed, "Now open this window!"
"No bloody way in hell!" England said, growling.
"Angleterre!"
"NO!"
"…Annggleeeteeerrreee!"
England didn't say anything. Instead, he walked right up to the window France was at and banged on it with his fist. France almost fell off of his ladder. France grunted and punched the window the same way that England had done.
"Why the bloody hell should I let you in?"
"Because, mon Angleterre, you're hormonal and you'd love it. Plus it'd make your boss angry, and I know how you love to upset him."
It probably would have been best if England had still refused and never let France in his house, but, of course, that depends on whom you ask. "Mmm…fine." England said quietly. He unlatched the window and let France in. France immediately pinned England to his bed.
"FROG!" England pushed France off of him and crossed his arms. "If you think that you're taking my virginity you're WRONG!" There was a long pause between the two of them.
"You're…a virgin? Oh, Angleterre. I must take your virginity away!" England growled and punched France in the stomach. France cringed and stepped back. "Angleterre, I promise it'll be fun." France smiled. England looked at the floor.
"Will it hurt?" He said quietly.
"For the first little bit, but it stops, I promise. Then it just feels good."
England thought about it. "I…alright. Just…keep it a secret, okay?"
"Of course, mon Angleterre."
Cautious of England hitting him again, France walked towards England's bed and sat on it. France pinned England to the bed again and kissed him lightly. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck him right then and there, but he knew he might scar England mentally for life if he did that, and that wouldn't be good. After all, what if he wanted another night like this with England?
I can't believe I'm bloody doing this. England shakily brought a hand up to France's back and moved it down until it was resting on France's butt. France grinned into the kiss and licked England's bottom lip. England (having been kissed and made out with before) opened his mouth slightly. France stuck his tongue in England's mouth and explored it. Well, the frog does taste rather good…ugh! Stop thinking like that! This is sex! That's it! That's all!
Is it?
France pulled away from the kiss and kissed England's jaw, taking in England's unmistakable British scent. France wouldn't admit it, but he loved it. "Hey, Angleterre," France said, kissing England's jaw again, "if you really want to piss off your boss and government, this is the way to do it." England smirked and laughed.
"You're right about that, Frog. King James would have a fit. He hates you." England laughed again, thinking about King James's face if he ever found out about what he was doing. England jerked a bit when France stuck one of his cold hands under his shirt. "Gah! Damn it, France! Warn me abo-oh…ah…" England felt himself starting to salivate as France rubbed his nipples. England licked a small bit of his saliva that had gotten out of mouth up and moaned. France grinned and pulled England's shirt off.
England took France's shirt off of him with a little assistance from France himself. France ran his hands along England's torso until his hands were at England's pants. France didn't hesitate in taking England's pants and underwear off, forgetting that he was a virgin. "FRANCE! Goddamn it, take it slow!" France stopped, realizing that he was still wearing his pants and underwear and that England was a virgin. France watched as England covered his genitals in embarrassment. France sighed.
France laid down on the other side of the bed. "You can be on top. Until the real work comes along." England gave France a confused look then positioned himself on top of France. England could feel his face redden. He nervously took off France's pants and underwear. For a while England did nothing. His teenaged brain couldn't seem to compute what was happening. France gave England an encouraging smile.
England brought a hand to France's penis and started to rub his thumb over the head. England could feel himself shaking and could tell that he had an erection. So did France, but that didn't make the situation any less nerve wracking for England. England took his hand away and started to cry. France sat up and lightly touched England's shoulder. "Aw, Angleterre, don't cry. It's just hormones is all!" The sniffling English nation wrapped his arms around France and squeaked a bit when their erections rubbed together. France kissed England on the cheek. "I promise you it'll be fun." France stopped hugging England and England nodded gingerly and wiped his eyes. England laid down on the bed and nodded at France.
France stuck three fingers in his mouth and sucked on them until they had a good coating of saliva on them. "Wha-what?" England started.
"Angleterre, this'll hurt, but it'll get better."
"FRANCE WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?"
"Shh! Do you want your boss to hear us?"
"FRA-AAAH!"
England started hyperventilating when France stuck a finger into his entrance. It didn't hurt, but it sure surprised him and made him even more aware of the situation he was in. "This would hurt a whole lot more if I didn't do this, okay?" France said. If there was one thing France was sympathetic about with England it was sex.
When the French nation entered his second finger into England, England started to whimper. Now it was starting to hurt. France gently rubbed England's cheek as he stuck his third finger in England. England felt tears starting to form in his eyes, but he was determined not to cry, so he blinked them back. France withdrew his fingers, sucked on them some more, and coated his penis with saliva.
Planting a kiss on England's lips, France positioned himself. Figuring that if England didn't want to have sex anymore he'd say something, France plunged into England. The British nation grabbed the sheets beneath them and twisted them. This whole process was nerve wracking to him. France sensed this and gave him a kiss. Using one hand to keep his position and the other to massage England's penis, France continued to thrust himself in and out of the Brit. When France hit England's sweet spot he ejaculated and stared at the white fluid in embarrassment. France came soon after.
France pulled himself out of England and rolled to the side. "Now," France panted, "that was fun. Wasn't it, Angleterre?" England panted heavily for a few seconds, then started to cry. "Oh, Angleterre, what is it?" England shoved France.
"You know bloody well what it is, Frog! I hate you and you took my virginity and-and-and…" England continued to cry. France sighed. He pulled England close to him and gave him a hug. "I can't believe myself!" England whined.
"Shh, Angleterre, it's okay."
"Would you just shut the hell up?"
"Angleterre-"
"No! I don't want you in my house anymore!"
"Well, I should probably get going. Plus your boss would probably be less than thrilled if he found us here. Adieu, mon amore!" France put on his clothes (Rather sloppily at that) and went back out the window. England stared at the window blankly for a good thirty minutes.
Finally, England put his clothes back on. One phrase seemed to be glued to his thoughts. I'm not a virgin. I'm not a virgin. I'm not a virgin. I'm not a virgin…England put his face in his hands. Thinking about this was going to drive him crazy and he knew it. If I'm not a virgin…if anyone asks they won't make fun of me…hey! England took his face out of his hands and smiled. That didn't sound so bad. "Maybe…maybe the frog face did me a favor…" If people believe me that is.
"Ugh. December already? And look at me! I'm getting a little fat…" England looked at his slightly protruding stomach a bit wearily. It was nothing noticeable, but it still gave England a strange feeling. You're being silly, England. That's all. Suddenly, a knock on his door.
"England, it's your boss. Mind if we talk?" Do I have a choice? England thought, annoyed. England opened the door to his boss with a bored expression on his face. "Ah, England. You see, we're planning a trip to North America and we wanted you to come." England's face lit up. Adventure? "Will you go?"
"An adventure? I've been dying for an adventure! Of course I'll go!"
"I thought you would, England. I thought you would."
"…Are you trying to say I'm bloody predictable?"
"England, don't start a teenaged fit."
"WHO SAYS IT'S A BLOODY TEENAGED FIT? I'M GOING, BUT I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR BLOODY FACE!" England slammed the door in his boss's face. His boss just sighed.
"The trip is the day after next, so I suggest you get your things packed."
"YOU'RE BLOODY RIGHT I WILL!" England heard a sigh and the sound of his boss's footsteps fading out. Why…why did I get so mad about that? That didn't seem like normal teenaged hormones to me… England looked nervously down at his slightly enlarged stomach. "You're being paranoid, England." He said aloud.
"England! Come on! Get on the boat!" England gave one more glance behind him before he ran onto the boat. He had been on boats before, but he always hated getting on them. Leaving land made him feel unsafe. He also just had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. England couldn't help but watch when the boat started moving as the land he watched his homeland grow farther and farther away.
Once all England could see was the ocean, he decided to go to the ship's captain. Having information about your trip was always a good thing. "Do you know how long this trip will be?" England asked.
"Well," The captain said, "I'd estimate it to be somewhere around five months." England groaned. He was young and impatient. Why did the trip have to be five months?
"Damn it…well, any idea of what we'll find?"
"Vaguely, sir, but no clear ideas."
"Don't call me 'sir'."
England walked away from the captain and sighed. What was he going to do this whole time? England decided to go to his room on the ship to figure it out.
Being a country, England had his own room. It was a fairly luxurious room and the ship's captain had close to the same kind of room. England sighed and grabbed a book. As he opened it, a small piece of paper drifted out of it. England read it cautiously. 'I like this book too, Angleterre.' It said with a devious looking face drawn on it. "Frog." England muttered, but only found himself smiling. "…Wait, when the bloody hell did he put that in there?" England looked around carefully, then stuck the note into his pocket. He most certainly hadn't developed a soft spot for the Frenchmen.
Then, England felt something stirring in his stomach. He looked around, stared at his stomach, then cautiously touched it. "I must've been imagining things…" The more that England said that, the less he actually believed it. But if it is something, what is it?
The next morning, the first thing England felt was the need to throw up. He ran to the side of the ship and vomited into the ocean. A crewmember walked up behind him in confusion. "Sir England, are you okay?" England tasted the taste of bile still lingering in his mouth. His nose dripped slightly, it felt as if it were on fire. Every syllable that the crewmember uttered made a pulse run through England's head.
"I think," England said, wincing at the pulsing in his head, "I'm just seasick…"
"You? Seasick? England, really now?" It was an older crewmember that had had quite a few sea ventures with England. England didn't need to turn around to recognize the man's voice.
"Yeah. The waters must be bumpier than usual."
"England, come on, the sea is perfectly calm."
"YOU TWAT, GO AWAY!" England yelled, the pulsing in his head becoming too much for him.
"Whatever you-"
"SHUT UP!" England clenched his head and massaged his temples lightly. The two crewmembers looked at him in confusion, then walked off. Every step sent another pulse through England's mind. England decided that he needed more sleep and went back to bed. A while later he was shaken awake by a crewmember.
"Sir England, are you alright?"
"Mmph." England rolled over so that his back was facing the crewmember.
"Sir England, you've been asleep for a few hours."
"Mmph!" England brought his arms up to his head.
"Sir England…are you sick? Oh, this is bad…"
"First of all, stop calling me 'Sir England'. Second, I'm not sick I'm just tired. So leave me alone!"
"But, S-England, the ship's captain wants to see you."
With a loud groan, England got out of bed. His head felt better, which was good. He threatened to punch the crewmember if he didn't get out before he got into some clothes. He hadn't changed out of his nightclothes after he had thrown up. "This had better be good." England mumbled as he walked out of his room and to the captain's quarters.
"What do you want from me?" England asked irritably. The captain looked up at England and smiled. It made England angry.
"Well, you see, before the ship set off your boss wanted me to ask you something."
"Oh, god…"
"He wanted me to…uh…ask me about your and France's relations." If England had been drinking anything he would have spit it out at that moment. Do they know? Did they hear me…screaming? England took a hesitant glance down at his stomach again.
"I don't know what you're talking about." England said, looking away from his slightly swelled belly. The ship captain looked around as if to see if anyone else was watching before continuing.
"Listen, I wasn't there, but from what your boss said there was some noises coming fro-"
"My boss is full of crap!" England said through gritted teeth.
"England, I don't know the circumstances. All I know is that your boss wanted me to talk to you about this. Regardless of whether your boss heard noises or not, what is your relation with France?"
"I bloody hate him!"
"England."
"I'm being serious!"
The ship's captain looked at England with skepticism, but seemed to dismiss it. "Very well." The captain waved England away with his hand. England glared at the captain for a few seconds before leaving. "That was close…" England murmured to himself.
That night England dreamed about him and France. They started out talking, but it soon turned into sex. In the dream France said a few cryptic things that would have England thinking for the next few days. For example France said, "Just don't be surprised about anything that comes out of this." Right before the two of them had sex. England had tried to ask what France meant by that, but France had just said, "You'll see." With an annoying smile. It made the British nation worried. Another example would be, "Hey, kids are so cute. Especially twins." England had said that when they were talking. England would wonder why he said this in the dream in the days to come.
When England woke up he had an uncomfortable stain in his clothes around his pelvic area. England brought his palm to his forehead and realized that he still had an erection. "Damn you, France. You and your cryptic messages." England paused. "That's right! There were cryptic messages. Not just from France, but from me too…" England looked down at his stomach again. He could just barely see a small rise through his nightclothes. England bit his lip. It's just not having enough exercise on the ship. That's it. That's IT.
Over the months on the ship, England kept a visual log on the growth of his stomach. It didn't grow much. Enough to look a little strange (So England wore looser shirts), but it wasn't enough to raise alarm. England just felt like there was something wrong with it. In the middle of the trip, Flying Mint Bunny came to talk to him about it.
"Hey, England!"
"Flying Mint Bunny! Where the hell have you been?"
"I'm sorry, England. I just figured you needed to deal with this on your own for a while."
"This? What is 'this'?"
"Well, I won't tell you that, but I will tell you that you're a nation and your body is different from normal humans."
"Well, I know that."
"Just making sure. Keep it in mind though, okay?"
"Wait, Flying Mint Bunny! Are you leaving?" But Flying Mint Bunny was gone. "Why'd she want to tell me that?" England mumbled to himself. These words stuck with him throughout the rest of the trip though.
"Land, ho!" This caught the attention of the British nation quickly. As England ran out of his room to see the land on the horizon, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. England stopped and looked at his stomach. Soon enough, the pain passed, so England went to watch as the ship got to the land. He was tired of being on the ship. Every now and then he'd feel the sharp pain come back. Just as England was starting to get worried, they reached the land.
The pain was getting worse now. As the ship captain and some of the expedition leaders talked, England snuck off. He heard some talk of calling the place they had landed on 'Jamestown', but he just wanted to get away from them.
"So, what should we do first?"
"I don't know. The crewmen are getting a bit restless though."
"Well we have to think of-" A scream in the distance. The men stopped talking and looked in the direction of the scream. "Umm…should we check it out?"
"I don't know! What if it's some weird Indian tribe and that's their war cry?"
One of the men looked around. "What if it's England?" The other men looked around. They paled and ran in the direction of the screams. Soon, the screams turned into crying. The men gave each other a worried glance as they continued to run.
England sat in the grass crying and naked. Two twin countries stared blankly up at him. "Mommy?" One of them said. England didn't know what to say or do. He just cried more and buried his face in his hands. "Mommy!" The other said.
"This is all France's f-f-fault." England sobbed. "Is this what F-F-Flying Mint Bunny meant? It must have been…" One of the little bloody twins went up to England and lightly touched his arm, leaving a tiny bloody handprint. England looked up at it, but found his vision too clouded with tears to be able to see. At that point, the men reached England and were shocked.
Finally, one of them spoke. "England…are those…is…what happened?"
England wiped the tears out of his eyes and got to truly see his twins for the first time. "They're…my sons…"
"But…how?
"I'm a nation. My body is different." England said, really not knowing how himself.
"So…what are you going to name them?" Another man asked, dumbfounded.
England looked at the two twin boys in curiosity. One of them looked like France, which was bad. The other looked more like him than France, so maybe his boss wouldn't find out. England touched the one with straight hair's head lightly. "I think I'll name this one America." Then, England moved his hand over to the wavy haired one. "And this one I'll call Canada." America moved his hands angrily, trying to get England's attention again.
"England, we should get you dressed and get the ki-America and Canada back to Jamestown…we should also get you cleaned up." England nodded and put his clothes on. He picked up the two twin nations and walked shakily with the other men. Canada and America leaned against him and England smiled. It's the frog's fault. That's for sure. But, it may not be so bad. America and Canada are pretty sweet. When everything's all patched up I have to tell France about his children. Can't wait to see the look on that bloody wanker's face.
Back at Jamestown, some of the expedition leaders made sure the crewmen didn't cause too much of a fuss while England, America, and Canada washed off in the ocean. The more time that England spent with America and Canada, the more he loved them. He splashed them gently in the ocean, not caring that the ship captain and some of the expedition leaders were wondering if he had gone crazy. Throughout the day, England taught them more and more English.
When everyone was asleep at night, England snuck out with England and Canada and walked through the woods with them. The moon was out, so that lead their way. While admiring the nature, a Native American girl jumped out in front of them. She stared at them for a while as England held Canada and America close to him.
"Spain said…may be coming here." The girl said a bit slowly.
"Spain said that?" England said a bit shakily.
"He no say anything about two…niños. Spain say that need learn some English t' talk t'…"
"W-Who are you?"
"Me…Native America." England froze. Native America was eerily similar to America.
"How do you know Spain?"
"Spain…took me from…tribe. Also took sister…calls her…México. Some others…call sister…Mexico. She no mind…who they?" Native America pointed at America and Canada. England felt his face go red.
"This is America and this is Canada." England said, gesturing at each one as he said their names. "Native America, I hope we can be friends."
"Actually…" Native America said a bit gravely, "man named Christopher Columbus came here while ago. He called me India…don't know who is…but…ever since talk to…been…nearly…immortal…so has sister Mexico. Scared…really nation? Mother died…before me…" England could hear Native America sniffling.
"Hey, Native America, don't cry." Native America wiped her eyes. "I do have a favor to ask of you though…"
"Yes?" She said, still talking slow to try to remember her English.
"Will you protect Canada and America when I leave?"
"You…leaving?"
"I will at some point. We do need supplies."
"What…supplies?"
"Stuff like food, water, and shelter."
"We get that from land…haven't lived here though. No surprise. Will look after Canada and America for you." Native America smiled at England. "Be like…little brothers." What a mistake that was for Native America, but she would learn that later.
"Native America…what are yours and Mexico's real names? Mine is Arthur."
"Arthur…me Manaba. Sister Mexico…Misae."
"It was nice to meet you, Manaba."
"You too…Arthur." And with that, Native America ran through the forest and into the distance. England lead America and Canada back to Jamestown. The two boys were very confused about what had happened.
"What you mean 'leaving'?" America asked. "Why Miss Manaba take care of us?"
"It's complicated. Maybe Native America could explain it to you…maybe. Anyways, please call her what she wishes you to call her. If she wants you to call her Manaba, call her Manaba. If she wants you to call her Native America, call her Native America. Okay?" Canada and America nodded. "And don't tell anyone back at Jamestown about Native America. I don't want them freaking out." Canada and America nodded again.
When the time came, England left with a sad face. He wasn't completely distraught, for he knew that Native America would make sure that America and Canada were safe while he was gone. America and Canada were both confused and a bit sad because of their self proclaimed 'Mommy's' leaving, but they quickly got over it with Native America.
"O…kay. Hello, Canada, America. You call me Manaba, okay? I take back to home. Me talk for you, because you no know language…" Native America led the little countries through the forest until they reached a Native American tribe. Some Native Americans let out friendly cries of "Manaba!", but they all seemed confused when they saw the two twin nations that followed closely behind her.
Canada and America watched with blank and confused expressions as Native America explained why she had two small boys with her in the language of the natives. She explained that the boys didn't speak their language and she would translate for them if they said something. At the mention of their names, Canada and America waved their hands and smiled.
"Okay, Canada, America. Me take you to where you stay until England come back." America and Canada followed Native America into a teepee and looked around. America liked this little home that had been created for him. He liked the landscape, and for some reason thought that it seemed very homely.
Canada on the other hand, didn't like where he was. Something deep inside of him screamed at him to go north. Canada didn't even know what direction north was, but his body was telling him. It was nice to be with his brother and Native America, but he just didn't feel like he was at home. So, Canada thought of a plan. When Native America and America were asleep, he would sneak out and go north.
For most of that day, Canada and America followed Native America around while she wandered around her tribe, talked with the natives, and picked berries. "See, niños? These berries no hurt you." Native America handed each of the boys a berry and they ate them. America giggled.
"Thank you, Miss Manaba." America said. Canada nodded at his brother's statement.
"You welcome. Now, there animals in forest that will hurt you, so you stay close to me at all times." Native America gave America and Canada a stern look. "Ok?" The brothers nodded, but Canada knew that he wouldn't be following that order.
When night finally rolled around, Canada waited impatiently for America and Native America to fall asleep. He waited for what seemed like forever until he heard the labored breathing of Native America. His brother had fallen asleep almost immediately.
Canada snuck out of the teepee and started to walk in the direction that his instincts told him to go. As he walked, Canada felt fear starting to creep in on his emotions. He missed his brother. He missed Native America. The owl hooting in the trees startled him with its large eyes and head that seemed to have no bones. Though, never once did Canada wonder why he was walking north. He just knew that he had to.
Being a nation, though a very young one at that, Canada was going faster than a human ever could. At night he got tired, yet he still wanted to go. Somehow, he managed to stumble upon a group of moose. Canada remembered what Native America had said about animals in the forest, though big, how could these creatures be dangerous? They sure didn't look like it.
Carefully, Canada snuck up to the moose. They all seemed to be sleeping, but Canada crept up to a baby one. It was nice and warm and it woke up. For a while, Canada and the baby moose stared at each other. "Hi, I'm Canada." Canada said quietly. The moose said nothing. Slowly, Canada reached out his hand. The moose pulled away at first, but then let Canada pet it when it saw that Canada had no weapons in hand. Canada petted the moose a few times and established that he wasn't going to hurt it before he and the moose curled up and fell asleep.
In the morning, Canada found himself surrounded by moose. The baby moose that he had befriended the night before was standing next to him, seeming to assure the other moose that Canada was an alright human. One moose prodded Canada with its nose, effectively shoving him back. The baby moose moved its body in front of the older moose to protect Canada. After a while, the other moose started to walk off. The baby moose lightly nudged Canada before going off with the other moose. Luckily, the moose were going in the direction that Canada had been planning to go.
"America! America! Where Canada?" Native America shook the young nation softly, looking around in a panic. America looked around and sure enough, Canada wasn't there. America started to sob. Why was everyone leaving him?
"Manaba won't leave…whight, Manaba?" America said through teary eyes. Native America gave America a hug.
"No, little America. Me no leave. Me made promise to England. Even if Canada no here." America still cried, but Native America's words proved to be very helpful. "Come on, let's go play." America nodded and followed Manaba out into the forest to climb trees, pick berries, and do all of the other things that Manaba had normally done before she became a self proclaimed 'big sister' to two (Now one) young nations. Little did she know that Spain and her sister, Mexico, were coming north to see Native America and the new little nations.
America never wanted to leave where he was. He loved the woods more than anything and the people in Native America's tribe (Though he couldn't understand what they were saying) were very nice to him. Native America witnessed first hand how incredibly strong America really was. America had started spinning a deer around one day and Native America had watched in a stunned silence while America laughed and yelled, "Spin! Spin!" to no one in particular.
Over time, Native America forgot that she was taking care of America for the sake of England. She even forgot that the boy wasn't actually her little brother. The natives in Native America's tribe had accepted America, and even gave him berries and other treats when they saw him walking around the tribe.
This all was until Mexico and Spain made their way to Native America's tribe.
Spain and his small crew of men came on horses. Mexico rode on a horse with Spain, smiling, knowing she'd see her sister soon. The natives of Native America's tribe were used to seeing Spain, Mexico, and their horses every now and then, so they just told Native America that they were here and went on with their business. Native America brought America out with her to talk to Mexico and Spain.
"Ah! My sister!" Mexico had heard that Native America had taken more of a liking to English than to Spanish, and had decided to speak English when she was around her sister. She jumped off the horse and gave Native America a hug.
"Misae! Me missed you!" America looked at the two girls, then looked over at Spain. Spain was getting off the horse he had ridden into the tribe. Once off of the horse, he looked at America curiously.
"Pensé que eran dos?" Spain asked Native America. Mexico stopped hugging her sister and backed off a little to let Spain have his conversation with her.
"Bueno, había, pero Canada se escapó." Spain looked from America to Native America a few times.
"Y el nombre de éste es...?"
"America."
"Me no want be rude, but maybe you talk English to Manaba for her?" Native America smiled a little at her sister's English. It was even worse than her own. Spain looked at Native America.
"Would you like that, Native America?" Native America cringed. She hated being called Native America more than anything. Especially by people who knew she hated it, and Spain knew. He knew all right.
"Yes." Native America said quietly. English was the language that little America knew, and it was the language that she had decided she liked. That was when America piped up.
"Hi, mister! My name is America and I'll be big and strong when I grow up! Manaba says so!" Spain smiled at the young nation. He liked seeing ambition.
"I hope so, America. I hope so." America's eyes widened.
"You speak Engwish wike Daddy! Do you know my daddy?"
"Is your daddy England?" America nodded.
"You do know my daddy!" America jumped a little in glee. Spain sighed. I just may not know his daddy in the way he thinks I know him.
The rest of the day Spain tried to get more information about America. Native America stood protectively by his side the whole time and Mexico easily got distracted and ended up chasing a butterfly. Spain and Mexico ended up staying the night and left the next morning. Native America was relieved.
Going back home was a bit of an ordeal. A few people on the ship were left with a very confusing secret that would more than likely mentally scar them for the rest of their lives. England was left with the sad memory of his two boys, Canada and America. He was also left with the decision of telling France. Telling his boss was inevitable. Even if he didn't he knew that someone on the ship would. Telling France, however…well…they were his children, but it was so crazy. How could two men have children?
Later in life England would learn how, but that was later on. For right now, it was still mainly a mystery as to why women had children, let alone men. England spent most of his time on the ride home curled up in his room on the ship, thinking.
"It's my own fault. If I hadn't gone and…and fornicated with that stupid bloody frog I wouldn't be in this mess." England told himself one day. "Why did I even let him? It's just…just cutting off my nose to spite my face is what it was!" Was it really? Come on, England, you got two sons out of the whole thing. "This is all so bloody mad. I never thought I would have children. Let alone with the frog face." And yet the question still lingered. Should he tell France, or should he not? "Maybe I should write it all down and see if it still sounds as crazy on paper."
England got up and tottered over to the table he had in his room on the ship. He grabbed a bottle of ink and a quill and went to writing.
Dear France,
What I am about to tell you is going to sound crazy, and it is crazy, but it's 100% true. When you came into my house that one night and we…umm…well, you know, you somehow impregnated me. I don't know how. I really don't. Flying Mint Bunny said that it has something to do with the fact that we're countries and not humans, but I'm not sure what. Anyways, it happened.
On my trip to the new world I noticed that my stomach was slightly larger than it had been before and I was getting seasick (Which, by the way, never happened to me before). I dismissed it because well…would you guess that you were pregnant? Just before we landed ashore I started to feel strange bouts of pain in my stomach. I dismissed it again. When we landed the pain I felt became very intense. I ran away from everyone who was discussing things and…and…(Remember, this is all true!) and I gave birth to two twin boys.
Yes. This is absolutely positively crazy, but it's TRUE! I was shocked at first. Who wouldn't be? But soon I fell in love with these, no, our boys. I named one of them America and the other Canada. Soon though, I had to leave to get supplies and things. I left the boys with a 'nation' named Native America who preferred to be called Manaba. She knows Spain. I suppose if you want more details about that you'll have to ask Spain himself, because that's all I know. I truly hope that Manaba will take good care of our children.
Look at me! Talking like I don't hate you! Well, I do! I hate you so much! So, do much! But, I guess I must thank you…for two lovely little boys…you stupid frog face.
Sincerely, England.
England stared down at the words he had written on the paper. They still sounded crazy, but with the last paragraph he had written, he had discovered that a lot of things were crazy and unbelievable, but some people needed to know, and France did need to know. Even if England hated it.
Carefully, England folded the letter and put it in an envelope. He would send it once he was back home. After that he grabbed a book and read it. Thoughts of France swirled around his thoughts. Though, strangely, the thoughts he was thinking were not bad thoughts. No, they were rather pleasant thoughts. Thoughts of France, Canada, America, and him together as a family. It seemed so strange, but not strange in a bad way. Strange in a sort of…different way.
Maybe all of the bickering we do is hiding something… England shoved the thought away. What was he doing? He did not love France. DID. NOT. That was final. He had hated France since he had first met him. How could he decide, after years and years of fighting, that he loved France? It was impossible, improbable, and impractical! England could think of hundreds of reasons why he shouldn't love France!
Yet…it was just so…rebellious. And England's boss would hate it. England sneered. Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. What am I thinking? Loving a stupid frog is not worth my boss being angry! How stupid can I be? "Very stupid. Stupid enough to get myself pregnant with twin countries." England answered out loud. In a way, England supposed that he had always had a bit of a thing for France. He just didn't know how to or if he should express it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to England's room. "England, I would like to speak with you." England looked at the door. He had a feeling that he knew what the ship's captain wanted to speak with him about. He sighed. He'd have to listen to it at some point.
"All right." England said, "But only if we discuss the matter in here." There was a slight pause before the captain walked into the room and sat on England's bed. England sat next to him.
"I suppose you know what I want to talk to you about, but I shall tell you anyway. It's very hard to believe that you gave birth to those twin boys-"
"America and Canada."
"America and Canada, right. Anyways, I wouldn't even believe it myself if it weren't for the fact that seeing is believing. Though, King James must know at some point. It's inevitable. I don't know if this has anything to do with France or not, but considering what he asked me to talk to you about before we left, I think it might. I'm not saying it is, but it might. And, if it is, you should probably just tell King James about it. He can't do anything to you because you're a country, but man, can he yell!" England glared at the captain. He was rambling.
"Is that all you wanted to say, captain?"
"No, sir, I wanted to say that if you want to come out of your room at any time other than night and early morning that you should probably just give a very stern warning to everyone not to talk to you about…America and Canada." England nodded.
"Would you mind leaving now?"
"Yes, sir." The captain left England's room. England sighed. Something inside of him wanted to go out onto the ship's deck. So, England got up and went out of his room.
"England, sir!" Was the first thing that England heard when he stepped outside. "Sir, is it true that-"
"Listen right now. All of you. If you ask me about what happened back at James Town, I will throw you out into the ocean. Understand?" All of the crewmembers nodded in fright and England went to the side of the ship. The sea smelt salty and occasionally sprayed water into his face. England couldn't help but to look back and think of his two boys.
Translations (I don't speak Spanish so they're probably wrong T_T):
Pensé que eran dos? - I thought there were two?
Bueno, había, pero Canada se escapó. - Well there were, but Canada ran away.
Y el nombre de éste es...? - And the name of this one is...?
I'm sorry that there's no Native Mexico or Native Canada in this story (Or atleast right now), but they didn't really fit in. :P. Anyways, I hope that my Mexico OC and my Native America OC aren't too...I don't know.
I have to say that little America and Canada are adorable though. The whole thing with Canada and the moose = Love!