America purchased the land that would become Alaska back in 1867, but it didn't become a state until January 3, 1959, only a little bit before Hawaii which became a state in August 21, 1959. At thiis time, Belarus was still a member of the Soviet Union, and wouldn't leave until 1991.
Also, interesting note, the modern day bra was created in 1889, but wasn't commercially produced until 1930. And yes, I had to look that up for this.
Welcome to our brain-child. Leave your sanity at the door. This is my answer to the Mpreg fics on the internet. I like a few but still, really?
Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himeruya. I wish I was that awesome.
Maci
America sighed as he gazed out over the tundra, the chill wind playing with his bangs. This land had been his for years now, since he had purchased it from Russia so long ago and had finally become a territory in 1912, but it was only recently that there had been enough people that he had started to feel the urge to truly turn it into a state.
Washington was leaning against his side, one of his youngest and the closest state to Alaska. He and Canadia- Sorry, Canada, would have to be the babysitters to the new state whenever America was busy. He'd found a few of the states, Texas and Hawaii and Nevada had been three of the oldest. But the others he had carried himself. But this time, he had a choice. He could allow the land to manifest within him, or he could enlist some help this time.
He turned to Canada. The pair had forgotten about the country for a moment. "Canada, take care of Washington for a bit please? I need to need someone." Luckily, the country nodded, lifting the youngster into his arms. Blue eyes turned back to the snowy tundra, picking out a blur of blue and blonde. Help was on the way.
Belarus' eyes squinted against the chilly wind walking through the ice and cold wasn't different that walking to her brother's house in the raging seasons of General Winter. Her long hair blowing in the wind as it began to knot up. Though the skirts of her dress threatened to billow up over her coat and the messenger bag she clutched to her stomach area so it would not hinder her, helped to keep that threat a bay. He had called to her and there was no way she was going to ignore his honest and hear warming request of help.
Thinking back to the moments before she left the house, with just a secured coat and bag over her shoulders she exited the house only to be caught by her sister and Lithuania. The elder sister looked to Belarus with worry as she asked why Belarus dressed in her thickest winter wear. The younger blond could only sigh and say there was something she needed to do and not to worry, she would be back soon. It seemed that Lithuania knew in some way what she meant and came up to her taking her hands. He looked to her eyes and told her firmly to be careful, protect herself and what she needed to do, then to return to them as safe as she could. They would keep Russia from seeking her out. She gave a small smile to the man, no matter how under boot he was he still held the a trace of the former empire he had.
"I will be fine, I am following my heart." Those words left her lips for the second time as they floated upon the wind. Where the wind would take them she could only guess, but a smile grew on her lips as she saw the figures. This brought her to pick up the pace through the wind and cold; reaching them would be a great relief.
America slid down the icy slope as she came closer, walking up to the young woman. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?" he asked, giving her a smile. "1921, right? Over 30 years?" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her in welcome. He knew this was going to be a big deal for her if she agreed to help him.
She paused for a moment at the welcoming hug, yet after a breath she returned it understanding that this meeting was on good terms; though her brother and he were not. They were friends and had been so since the first day they met, a fact kept from the rest of the Soviet nations. "Dy, it has been some time, you are still bold and reckless as the day we first met. I am impressed you could send the message, somehow keeping my brother's watchful eye blinded to it. Bajazlivy reč, you are."
"Well, I'm the hero, I can do anything!" he grinned, pulling away. He shrugged after a second. "Lithuania owed me a favor, and he knows how to stay under Russia's radar."
For a moment there was a smile upon her lips, Lithuania again letting through his former glory shine through. "I see, Mr. Hero." She tested the nickname out upon him; to her it seemed to fit. Yet that smile barely lasted, before her eyes were drawn to the figures behind him. A young man holding a child, she could presume it was America's brother and her brother's sea bordered neighbor. When her eyes returned to the man who seemed to bring the warmth to the cold a dismal place, there was no hostility in her; she had seemed to soften when not under the normal watchful eyes in her home lands. "Do we wish to continue speaking here in the open, or do we have some place to go?"
America continued to smile, but he was biting the inside of his cheek in nerves. He was nervous about this. If any of the states had to be born into being, he had taken care of it, and there had been no 'mother.' This was the first time he was considering a surrogate, for lack of better term, and he was working from instinct alone. "I have a cabin nearby, if you wanna stay," he offered, holding back a shiver as the wild picked up again.
Nodding, Belarus gave him a tiny smile at picking up on the chill. Normally she would not be bothered by the cold as she was conditioned for it. Yet for some reason the wind seemed to cut sharp when it picked up; that and her nervousness seemed to be bubbling up deep in her stomach. "I would like that very much, thank you."
Luckily, the cabin wasn't that far from their meeting place. America and Canada both had small places near the border of Canada and Alaska, and his brother was half a mile away with Washington. Far enough for privacy, but close enough in case of an emergency.
The cabin was small, better to heat it in the dead of winter, with only the one room that encompassed a small kitchen, the den, and a cot in the corner near the fireplace, with blankets thrown over the small couch and a thick duvet on the cot. The kitchen only had the basics, a few vegetables and a cleaned rabbit ready for the pot. "So, how's it been? Famine doing better?" he asked, offering her a seat on the couch. Oh Lord, was he getting nervous the more he thought about this! No, don't let her see!
"Dy, a bit at a time things are getting better. Though I will say that I will eternally be grateful for the help you gave 30 years ago. It put us on right path." Belarus said moving towards the couch; after setting her messenger bag on the floor, where it could be hear the bit of supplies she had in there clunk together, and remove her coat. She sat on the offered cushion with her winter wear folded in her lap. This was a small place in close proximity with the very attractive young man. She needed to get a grip on herself.
"Good good, I'm glad. Congrats on Sputnik, you have no clue the fire it lit under my leader's ass... sorry," he offered, a blush painting his cheeks as he realized that he had sworn in front of a gorgeous older Nation. He sighed after a second, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, ok, I can do this," he muttered softly. "I mean, how hard can if be to ask? Will you bare my child?" Only to look up in horror. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Her mouth was open to tell him not to worry about cussing in front of her, with all her experiences of battles, war, and living with her brother; there was no need to curb it. Yet the words stuck in her throat at hearing the words to last leave his lips. The coat slid from her lap as her violet eyes grew wide and mouth still slightly open; everything had stilled for that moment in time. All the same there was no horror or disgust on her face, just pure shock at those words.
"Haheha... well, I guess it's out." He shook his head as he discarded the dark leather jacket, draping it over a chair. "Have you ever seen the birth of a state or territory?" he asked.
Slowly she closed her mouth licking her lips as they were now dry from hanging open in the air. As she was doing this she gently shook her head no. "Nyet, being the youngest of my siblings or kept under another's rule I have never heard of how it is done."
"Ok, well it comes down to three different methods. I came into being when the natives started to become organized. None of the other Nations had any presence on my land at the time, I just remember, waking up." He started pacing at this. "Others can be born from the Nations, whether by influence on the land, or physical. But when it comes to a physical birth, that's when things get weird." He stopped, the blush marching back over his cheekbones and staying there.
"I'm sure this has happened quite a few times in Europe, and I know Japan has his Territories. A new territory gains a new Nation, and when two other Nations have a large impact of its development, those Nations tend to be the ones to produce the young Nation. It's just easier if one is a female," he stuttered. "My States, they're large enough that they all but count as their own countries. They all have their own Nations. And, all of the other Nations that their land came from were males."
She listened carefully to the stuttering pacing man as he explained. She could see how he was nervous at explaining and guessed at what her response would be. But damn it she could not focus enough while he paced and chatted quickly like a school boy confessing his crush. Standing up she took hold of his hand to have him stop and look at her in the eyes. "If I am understanding what you tell me, you are asking me to be the other influence, in a way to be the mother to a state of yours. Dy?"
"It's your decision. If need be I can bear this one too. But in the end, the other influence will be Russia. I don't want that, but this land was originally his, so I have little choice on that." He couldn't help it, and started pacing again, hand slipping out of hers. "I don't know for sure, but I suspect that the Baltics were influenced by Russia, and you can see the issues that they have." Blue eyes turned back to the older Nation. "I'd owe you if, you helped me with this."
A huff came from Belarus as she went back to him again and put one of her slim fingers to his lips, as though to stop him from speaking anymore before she finishes her next words. "Has anyone ever told you your mouth runs away? I cannot be the first."
"Oh, all the time."
A small smile came at the little joke, before turn back to their topic at hand. "I admit I do not understand how this will happen. Yet I do understand why you wish not to have brother's influence...To you and only you I admit, I only seek after my brother for political and my people's safety, I do not wish make a territory or nation with him... With you… Even if it is as the humans of our lands do it or the time is the same, I will."
"Truth be told? I'm not sure how this actually works. But the land is ready to become a State, and it must be done." America sighed as he collapsed next to the woman, cradling his forehead in his hand. "I'm just gonna say, you can back out at any time, alright?" he offered softly, placing a hand on her knee, raising his head to look her in the eye.
Belarus gave the younger nation a confused look. "I do not understand you. I give you permission, not mattering how unsure I am about it, and you give me an out? Most nations in your position would jump to do as they wish or even just take what they want." Her voice slightly gave way to the nerves she was feeling in her last words, but she cleared her throat to continue on. Placing her hand over the one on her knee; looking down as her small hand barely covering his, before looking back to his eyes. "I will admit I am ... nervous… We have been writing secretly as we were able to. You, bold as ever, asked me here with an earnest request and hope, and still give me an out. That alone gives more comfort to say dy. I will be the mother to your state."
Permission granted, the young Nation offered her a smile before leaning in, planting a gentle kiss on her lips, tasting and testing the young woman. He would easily admit that she had captivated him since the fist time they'd met, and this seemingly fragile creature in his arms would be a treat to be savored.
Seemingly fragile. As he pulled her into an embrace, he could feel the leather under her clothes of a harness, similar in style to the one he used for his guns. He had left those behind for this, but the hint of danger to her was intoxicating. He somehow doubted it was a gun, her dress was form fitting enough that he'd see it, but knives? Oh yes, he could see those as a possibility. "So beautiful, have I told you that?" he whispered between kisses. "But before the night is out, those beautiful lips of yours will be kiss-swollen, and whimpering only my name," he promised.
Belarus' took in a sharp breath in a bit of surprise at the gentleness of the kiss, and then the devotion in his voice. Subconsciously she was still expecting him to just take what he wanted; like most of the European nations would. Yet the kiss being so gentle, caring, and warm relaxed her to the point where she felts comfortable to let her eyes close and return it with the same gentleness. There was still the security of her knives upon her body; originally she had brought a great deal of them in case she ran into trouble in the tundra. The shoulder holster under her dress held three of them and there were three each strapped to her legs. This was a bit more than normal yet she had no idea what this trip would entail.
She could feel this warmth radiating from him, despite the fact that they had been out in the freezing weather no to long ago. It was like he was a source of warmth all on his own and she was the frozen moth drawn to that warmth. Her left hand slowly reached up to his cheek as she leaned into his embrace.
He sighed against her lips as he pulled her closer, hand wrapped around her thin waist as he nuzzled against her nose. A free hand buried itself in her hair, enjoying the soft fibers against his fingertips, burying his lips against her collarbone, only for an eyebrow to raise at the shudder that ran through her as a finger brushed against the ribbon in her hair. 'Is that...?' he wondered as he gave it a deliberate tug.
A soft gasp escaped her lips and the shudder ran through her body as her eye rolled into the back of her head. No one had ever pulled or tugged on her ribbon before, the material concealed her erogenous zone, and by pulling it he pulled on her zone. This man had basically wiped her mind for a moment with that one simple tug. Topping it off with affection he was giving her with his lips at her collarbone.
America grinned against her neck as he felt her shudder in his grasp, pulling her firmly into his lap. The hand around her waist lowered, wraping around a thigh, only for him to blink when he pulled his hand back, a knife in his graps. "Jesus girl, how many knives ya got?" he muttered, placing the weapon to the side.
Taking a few breaths to gain her mind back again in order to even process the question. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see where he has placed her blade. "If you need to know, I have nine in total upon my person. Going into unknown winter lands I equipped myself to be more than ready for anything."
"I am impressed by your dedication." He grinned as he nibbled at her neck. "Let's see if we can find all of them," he joked, wrapping his hands around her thighs, removing the one on the right. The nibbling and kisses moved down, teeth pulling the ribbon around her neck free for him to start loosening the front of her dress. The knives around her other leg joined the other three, and the garter was unhooked, hose being slowly pulled down, carressing the skin of her leg as it was unveiled.
"Hospadzie, Ty blaslaviŭ ruki i vusny hetaha čalavieka." She softly moaned out as he head fell back giving him her neck fully, ignoring the chuckling against her skin. Her leather covered hands slid up and through his hair, reveling in all his mouth and touch was doing to her. Feeling her dress loosen brought a blush to her pale cheeks. Sliding her hands back down his neck and to his torso she tugged at his shirt; testing to see what his response would be. The young man grinned as he leaned back, letting her touch him as she liked.
Bringing her eyes to look into his bright blue ones; seeing that he was giving her the option to do as she wished. Now that her legs were free from her hose she shifted to where she was now facing him and settled back into his lap. The skin of her thighs rubbed his through the material of his pants as she shifted. Reaching up to her dress she unbuttoned the first few of the top of her dress right to her cleavage line, giving him a teasing view. Then her eyes were drawn to the lick of hair that curled up from his head. Reaching up she gently ran her finger along it.
The deep shuddering breath was the hint she needed, but before she could do anything else, he grabbed her hips, pulling her into his lap, letting her feel how that affected him as he ground up into her core. It took a few seconds for him to calm down, only for him to literally rip his shirt off and through it towards the fireplace.
She drew in a quick breath as she was pulled into his lap and small smirk fell on her lips as she started to rock her hip ever so slightly, teasing them both. Bringing her gloved hands up to her mouth as she looked directly into his eyes; pulling her own glove off with her teeth before tossing it over with his shirt. Then running that hands from his shoulder slowly down his abdomen.
Ah, her hands where warm from the gloves, and the sight of her pulling them off with her teeth was just plain sexy. His own gloves had been taken off when he entered the cabin, but the remains of his tie made him smirk, but he threw it to the side before pulling her dress open, careful not to rip anything. He'd save the idea with the tie for later, tonight was just for them.
Pulling the dress opened reviled what he already knew, the leather holster held two knives, one on the right the other on the left. Then laced to her bra was a tiny dagger, she really was ready for anything. Yet he smirk grew and before he could do any more she moved up on to her knees, coincidentally this made his face level with her chest. Not that it was her goal, oh no, her goal was a bit more mischievous than that. Her pink tongue came out and gently ran along that lick of hair, enjoying his reaction before she wanted to tease him again.
America flinched, clutching her close to him, groaning deep in his throat. His hands were shaking as he untied the back of her dress, letting it fall down her shoulders. She lowered her hands letting the dress fall from her top to hang off her waist, but then pulled back and bit and slowly sat back down at feeling him flinch. Worried she had harmed in him some way she carefully watched him and her hands gently to his shoulders.
"I'm fine," he whispered when he noticed her ginger movements. He grinned after a second, nibbling at her chest and grinding up into her. Only to wrap an arm under her and lift her into the air. She yelped, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the bed, placing her down on the thick duvet and discarding her dress to the side.
Looking up to him from the bed as her hair was fanned out under her, now only covered in her soft blue bra and panties; her last three knives still on her person. Grinning up to him she pulled him close; in a flash she had the knife from her left side out and cut off the button of his pants with a flick of her wrist. A playfulness filled her eyes as she wanted to feel the contact of skin.
America gave a barking laugh at this, pulling her garter belt off and tying her hands together, taking the knife from her grasp. "Naughty little thing," he murmured, tracing the tip of the weapon over pale skin. Over the pulse point of her neck, her cheekbone, the tip of that cute little nose, down over her throat to cut open her bra with a small tuck.
Her eyes became wide for a moment at being restrained and disarmed, yet the gleam of playfulness returned as quickly as it was gone and a smirk grew on Belarus' lips. "Who said I was ever on the nice list, Mr. Hero." The feeling of the cold metal of her own blade as he traced it over her skin sent pleasing shivers throughout her body. Oh this man knew how to tease and build her up. Especially as the material of her bra fell open now fully exposing the two pale mounds with pink buds.
The knife was gone now, the young man having expertly thrown it so that it buried itself in the arm of the couch. The young woman was impressed for all of a few seconds before the young man turned his attention back to her, worshiping her form with kisses, nips, caresses and tweaks against sensitive flesh. He moved back just long enough to discard the ruined pants before leaning back over her, enjoying the sounds he was coaxing from her mouth.
Oh the sounds that did come from her as this man's hands and mouth did the most wonderful things to her. The moans and whimpers of pleasure that filled the cabin responding to every touch, kiss, lick, and nibble that the young man blessed upon her body. Voluntarily Belarus' bounded hands moved fully above her head giving him full access as she arched up to meet is pleasurable touches; all the while discreetly trying to work her hands free wishing to touch him. "Alfred." His name leaving her lips in a moan of ecstasy.
The young man grinned, nipping at her skin as his hands slid down, wrapping around her thighs, teasing her skin. He shifted, heading down, kissing the skin over her hips, his fingers pulling her bloomers down. Feeling the last covering fabric leave her body she only had a moment to process her exposure before her mind was pulled back to his mouth's talents. Trailing kiss and nips from her hip down to her knee.
The young man's grin grew as he gently parted her legs before moving back up the inside of her thigh with kisses and licks that cause shudders of pleasure from the gorgeous woman. Yet as he reached the goal he moved to the other thigh causing a great whimper and squirming which only caused him to chuckle as he made his way down the other thigh and back up again. Reaching her core again he reveled in her sounds as he finally tasted her. Belarus' head arched back as she sang praises to him at the blessing the lord has gifted, both in English and Belorussian. Only for America to grin as he dove back in, enjoying the symphony above him. It was only the work of a few minutes to reduce her to a sweaty pile of pliant flesh, and the young man took the time to shift up, boxers discarded to the floor, kisses planted over her face as he settled his hips on top of hers. "Ready?"
Still panting from being completely melted inside and out she brought her arms down from over her head and his to wrap around him and hold on to him in some way, she was more than ready for him it had become a need, a need for him. Nodding and licking her lips to help her speak a response to his question. "Dy." Belarus arched her hips up slightly to encourage him. She breathed as the young man shifted, pulling him up into his arms as he sat up, lifting her onto him, the warmth taking his breath away for a moment before the world dissolved into movement and heat and a faint impression of snowy tundra in the back of his mind.
Her still bound hands went to the back of his head lacing her fingers through his soft golden strands. The heat the movement consumed her as she pressed to the man she clings so tightly to. Everything gone from her mind, just them and now building higher than the northern lights themselves. Then crashing around him in pure pleasure crying out his name to the heavens.
They came back to themselves a few minutes later, America panting as he ran a hand through pale hair as Natalia rested on his chest. "Thank you," he finally whispered, cuddlign with her for as long as she would allow. Belarus cuddled to his chest eyes closed as she caught her breath; relaxing in the warm embrace as he held her to him. Oddly she felt safe, the safest she had in some time. Even as she regains who she was and where she was in her mind, she still made no motion to remove herself from his arms just yet. Actually the garter belt that still held her hands together started to make her wrist ach, twisting her hands seeing if she could work her hands free. Only for her head to bounce as America laughed, reaching for her wrists and pulling on a specific knot. At once, it loosened to the point that it fell loose from her wrists. "Sorry, forgot."
"I am not complaining… This was amazing." She looked up to him with a slight soft smile that was only there for a moment. Bringing her head back to resting on his chest she lifted now one of her free hands to trace the patterns on his torso. Wish to stay and not return to reality, for this moment that felt of compassion and caring to last. Yet her stomach had announced that it wished otherwise.
Alfred grinned down at her, leveling himself up on an elbow. "Wanna feed that? I've got stuff for rabbit stew," he offered, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen.
She gave a slight laugh and sat up slowly stretching out her body. She looked to him, appreciating the view of the man that she has just spend some of the most perfect time with. "That may be a good idea, thank you."
"Then you stay, I'll get it started," he ordered playfully, rolling her to the side so he could slip free, giving her a kiss before standing, grabbing his pants. "Hey, do you see my shirt?" he asked, looking at her over his shoulder.
She looked around counting all the cloths that were scattered about the cabin, counting for all their cloths except for his shirt and her gloves. The gloves were smaller than the other garments so they could be hidden under somewhere. An itching feeling hit the back of her mind and she spared a glance to the fireplace, which caused her mouth to fall open. "Alfred, the fire!"
He whirled, pants flying to the side. His shirt was a lost cause, eaten by the flames, but the gloves were on the flagstones, the sleeve of the shirt engulfed and starting to make the gloves smolder. A small eep was all that issued from his throat before the young man turned to grab a pot of water and pour it over the leather. Luckily, he missed the majority of the fire, something that was a neccessity in the frozen tundra, but he bit his lip as he picked up the sodden gloves. "Well, I hope you like them well done?" he joked weakly.
Sighing and shook her head trying to hide her small smile at his joke, but her voice came out with a laughing tone, betraying her. "It is fine; I have brought bandages that I can make into gloves." Quickly she removed her shoulder holster and ruined bra before, then looked around to find her dress to cover herself up with. Grabbing it as soon as she saw it she grabbed it, blushing slightly at the fact she has been sitting nude during this.
He couldn't help it. He looked down at himself, America, the young man who was giving her the 'Full Monty.' "Why so shy now?" he asked, wiggling an eyebrow at her.
She couldn't help but give a short laugh at the eyebrow wiggle, yet she had one hand release the dress to cover the smile on her face. Still using the other hand to hold up the dress to her chest. "I guess I am not use to sitting nude at all, let alone front of a very attractive young man."
"Well," he drawled, sauntering over to her to lean down and kiss her. "Until you leave this cabin, you get to do what you want," he promised, hand coming up to tease the edge of her ribbon before grabbing his pants. "I however, need to grab some more water if we still want food."
She couldn't help bust shiver at the teasing of her ribbon and letting her arm fall a bit causing the dress to dip down. He was amazed at how affectionate he was still being with her. "Dy, food would be a good thing. Thank you for using the water to try and save my gloves."
"They're only a little scorched, they can be saved," he offered, slipping into the pants. And before she could so much as protest, he slipped out the door, bucket in hand, bare chested and bare foot. Course, he was only out for a minute or two before racing back in, dancing from foot to foot with a chant of "cold, cold, cold, cold!" Even as he placed the bucket on the flagstones of the hearth to start melting the snow within it.
Rolling her eyes at his exclamation of the cold she stood up letting the dress fall to the side and one the bed. Quickly she went to him and pulled him close to the fire, taking his hand in hers to help warm them up quicker. It might have been unnecessary due to the warmth of the cabin, but she felt it was right to do. "I do not know if to say you are brave or just crazy."
"How 'bout happy?" Whene she looked up at this, he grinned brightly even as he flexed his toes in front of the fire. "I already saw little footprints."
Her eyes grew a bit wider at hearing this and a smile just broke out on her features. Yet as she had so many questions she wanted to ask, all words seemed to escape her, except for one. "Really?"
"Didn't see the little one, but he or she is starting to form out there," he said proudly.
Unsure what compelled her to act but she leaned in and kissed him full; realizing she initiated it she pulled back surprised at herself. "I-… uh, well, I just…" She couldn't understand what was happening with her. Not with her mouth or how she was acting. She was normally not like this, yet this man could pull this stange side out of her.
"Though you were gonna carry?" He smiled as he grabbed her hand, kissing it. "You helped to influence it's development, and I'd love it if you acted as a mother to him or her whenever you can get away, but I mean, we're not human. Physical in this case only means 'how' we influenced this one." The grinned widened. "I was Momma to the others, but can you see me with a baby belly?" He frowned when she was quiet for a few minutes. "You're thinking of me as a fatso now, aren't you?" He pouted, getting theatrical now. "You try keeping your figure after over 40 kids!"
She laughed out low and with a hint of relief at now understanding. She couldn't help it the mental image was funny and something in her seemed to just finally fully relax. When her laughter finally died down she could speak clearly. "I was not until you said so. And I will, I will be here for him or her as I can, when I can sneak away."
A knock at the door, and America smiled. He loved this part, no matter how many States he had. "Well, you can start now," he offered, standing up to open the door.
Alaska was a small tan-skinned little boy in a white christianing gown, and while his skin tone must have come from the native Aleutian people, his eyes were the off blue-ish purple of his mother, and his hair the color of grain that came from his father. Said father smiled down at the youngster as he picked him up. "Welcome to the world, Alaska," he said, bringing him into the house. He looked down at him, smiling brightly. "You wanna meet your Mamma?"
The woman couldn't help but stand in shock for a moment as she looked to the little boy now in America's arms, mouth slightly hung open. Regaining her wits she slowly made her way over to the two and a small tiny smile was on her face, unsure of how the child would be receptive to her. "Pryvitannie, Alaska."
The little one stared at her for a few seconds, as if trying to see into her soul, into what made her Natalia before offered her a wide open smile. "Pryvit, Maci!" he chimed before reaching out to her in the universal gesture of 'hold me!'
Hearing the words, him calling her mother only made the smile grow warm and loving, as she went to him and gently pull him from Alfred's arms and into hers, hugging him close. "Majo dzicia , naš syn."
TRANSLATIONS
("sneaky thing.")
("Lord, you have blessed this man's hands and lips.")
("Hi Mother!")
("My Child, our son")
For the record, Alaska is named for William H. Seward, the Secretary of State who bought Alaska from Russia.
OMAKE: 50 Years Later
"America! Come out here!"
The young man poked his head out of the cabin, hands covered in rabbit blood from dinner. "What? Did that grizzly come back again?" he barked in worry, washing his hands in the snow. Cold, but it does the trick.
The woman smiled proudly, pointing towards their son. She was lucky to come a visit once a year, what with her brother still in the dark about the young state, but while she was here, she had made it a project to teach the boy how to use her throwing knives. He was good, and America knew it was cause of his mother. "Look what our syn just did," she said.
Seward was physically about ten now, and the boy was grinning proudly as he leaned against the carcass of the grizzly that had been trying to break into the cabin for the past few months. A throwing knife was buried in its skull, right between the eyes. Alfred could only tear up, clenching his fists as he shouted to the sky, "My son is so Manly!"