A/N so i decided to completely rewrite this story. I didn't like the first, at all! so I changed some things a little, and some things alot, and i'm starting much earlier in history.

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It was a dark day in England, which wasn't too unusual, but it gave an eerie gloom to everyone in the room. This was the day Siobhan O'Conn, also known as Ireland, had gone into labor with the first child ever to be born from two nations. It should have been a momentous day, had the horrible circumstances surrounding the birth not been as they were. Under instruction of the King of England Henry VIII (who also recently declared himself as Kind of Ireland as well) had forced a marriage between Siobhan and the nation of England, Arthur Kirkland. The two had an arrangement not to consummate their marriage, for they wished to annul it after their current king died, But after a night of wine and passionate dancing the two shared a night of drunken lust with one another.

Siobhan was obliged to first reveal her pregnancy to the king, and not to her husband, which angered her but she kept her tongue in cheek, for she knew the king's increasing anger with women who failed to keep their promises. Siobhan had been close enough to the late Queen Anne Boleyn to understand.

When Siobhan's water broke it was a highly stressful thing, the whole court was terrified, because she had just entered her eight month. Currently, there was a panic and fear throughout the court due to her having been in labor for almost a full day now. The last time this happened, Queen Jane Seymour had given birth to a son, but died a short while later due to childbed fever.

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Hot. sweat. pain. pain. PAIN. hot. cool rag. hot. sweat. pain. pain. PAIN. PUSH.

Suddenly, Siobhan arched her back and let out a scream as finally finally the baby was delivered.

It was silent, save for the women caring for the baby and praying for her. She was alarmed, she was present for births before, and the baby always cried. She grabbed the woman who was kneeling beside her and praying, "What is it? What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong?" the woman ignored her and continued praying.

Siobhan felt her heart drop. A stillbirth? how could this happen? she knew something like this would happen, there had never before been a child born like this-

A scream cut through everything, and suddenly a warm bundle was placed in her arms. It took her a moment to realize it was a baby, her baby, crying, breathing, living! She felt tears stream down her cheeks as she held the baby close, cuddling it and trying to stop its tears, all the while shedding her own.

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After the room was cleaned up a girl had gone to the room where Arthur and his Majesty were anxiously awaiting the news.

The girl stopped in front of the two men and bowed lowly.

"Well girl? what is it?" Arthur asked, his green eyes full of worry and anger at the girl's reluctance to speak.

She whispered.

"Louder, my lady," He requested more politely.

She looked into Arthur's eyes before smiling widely and announcing, "A son, my Lord."

England ran past her and into the room where his wife was lying in bed holding the baby. their baby. their son.

Siobhan had stopped crying and was content staring at her child. Arthur saw the small tuff of red hair, reminding him of his wife.

"what do we name him?" Arthur asked, sitting on the bed reluctantly, terrified that the slightest movement would hurt his wife. "I've had one in mind," She said. "really?" Arthur asked, "because i was thinking something english, like James, or Richard, George, and most of all Henry." Siobhan glared at him, "No. Irish. His name is Seamus."

"Why should his name be Irish? He's half mine too you know!" He fired back.

"Arthur, when you go through the pain of childbirth i will gladly let you choose the name. but I gave birth to this boy, and if i'm raising him forever than I will call him whatever I like and I like Seamus!" She said, voice crescendoing. The baby stirred, and Ireland decided to lower her voice. It was silent, Arthur was staring at Seamus, and Siobhan was watching Arthur. "May I... hold him?" She asked softly.

She motioned for Arthur to sit next to her and lean against the headboard. She pulled her nightshift over to give him space. Carefully and gently, Arthur moved so that he was sitting beside his wife, she slowly handed him the baby and adjusted his hands so that Seamus would be supported in all the right places. "i'm not a fragile little doll, you know. a light shake of the bed won't make me break."

Arthur blushed, "I know. I'm worried for you, after what happened to the late Queen Jane. I am simply worried for you, i was raised beside you and the world would be so different without you." He spared a glance at her, and then realized that she had fallen asleep sitting up. just that moment the wet nurse came in to take the baby for the night so that Siobhan could get some rest, so when she saw the exhausted woman asleep and her flustered husband next to her she politely and quietly took the child and told Arthur he could lay the irish woman down so she could sleep properly.

She left, and Arthur, with slow, gentle care, lay his exhausted wife down and left the room to allow her to rest as peacefully as possible.

A/N tell me what you think, i enjoy this quite a bit more than the other one.