Doll House CH. 10
A/N: The following chapter contains….no no lemons yet bwahahahaha…but soon my pretties soon… seriously this chapter is the inspiration of all my research on genetics and current scientific achievements. Now I didn't make this too technical because well, that can get super boring but if anyone would like to read up on this information on their own, here are the links: facts/what-is-crispr-cas9 s/604261/animals-set-survival-record-inside-artificial-womb/ please PM if the links do not work and you do wish to read up on what I'm talking about. Other than that please enjoy the next chapter and leave lots of reviews! I love to hear from you guys. 😊
"Man, oh man... all this memorizing stuff is going to fry my brain guys..." Alfred sat at the foot of his cot and looked over his work load again and again. Trying to get a grip on the material they had just covered in that day.
"Quit your complaining, it's your own damned fault for falling asleep in class all the time." Romano proved that he was indeed a diligent student but also struggled to memorize all the materials they had covered; still he faired well in comparison to his frantic friend.
"It's not like I want to fall asleep but all this talk about our duties and current events stuff just makes me so sleepy...I CAN'T HELP IT!" Alfred tossed his books down and slumped back into his bed.
In the far corner of the room, the two remaining dolls sat in silence watching with amusement as their brothers just about tore their hair out with frustration.
"Alfred will never learn. He always puts things off until the last minute and then can't get anything straight." Matthew sat on his cot with his back resting on the wall and hugged his pillow close to his chest. A left-over habit from his extended time in the nursery.
"Romano gets so funny when he concentrates." Italy smiled fondly at his brother. He may have been the older one but somehow, he didn't seem all the wiser as Mr. Austria had once said. "Would you like some help big brother?"
Italy's lyrical voice was like a knife that cut through Romano's concentration, on top of the irritation Italy's whole being inflicted on Romano on a daily basis. "Shut up!" Romano threw his pillow at his younger brother who dodged it with ease. Romano had already made the mistake of taking Italy's help once before and it only served to show Romano how much better Italy was faring in his academics.
"But Romano, I could really help you..." Italy pleaded.
"Leave me alone or I can't concentrate. Why don't you go do something useful like go the fuck away!" Romano turned his back to his brother and continued reading to himself from his notes. Italy just pouted went back to his own notes while idling doodling on the margin of his notebook.
The other two brothers were complete opposites. "Matty please help me out here, I'm dying!" Alfred begged from across the room.
Matthew shoot his head for the millionth time that night. "Nope, Mom says that you have to do this all by yourself. It's your own fault for always copying me." Replied the shy brother.
"Ugh...who made you dictator of this bunk?" Matthew smiled behind his pillow.
"Honestly, I don't know how you're going to keep up with the curriculum at this rate, you know we also have Doll Bio coming up and that won't be easy if you can't even remember Doll History."
"Dude, it's not my fault I can't remember all these old farts that run this place. I mean it's not like I even see any real humans at all." Alfred huffed, his blue eyes scanning the pages for any information that seemed relevant to him.
Italy looked at the hand out of the Doll House Bio, there were many topics here that they were going to cover and it seemed like this will be the perfect opportunity to ask all the burning questions that had been swirling in his mind.
"Matthew..." Italy bounced off his bunk and scampered over to Matthew and plopped down. "Do you know how doll babies are made?"
"Www...wha?!" Matthew stuttered going red in the face. "Why would you ask me that?" He looked to see if his small friend may have been joking but his rarely seen serious face told him that Italy was not joking one bit.
"Why are you always so obsessed with babies?" Romano snickered not even bothering to turn away from erasing his work.
Italy turned to look at his brother with a slightly irritated face. "I am not obsessed, I'm just very curious why we were made by the Doll House people but Matthew and Alfred were made by dolls."
Romano paused momentarily to contemplate his younger brother's words.
Alfred and Matthew looked at each other trying to communicate some words between them, a language all their own until Alfred broke the silence. "Mattie, do you know how babies are made?"
Matthew now looked shocked at his brother, he felt his face burn with such an intense blush. "Why are you asking me?"
"Well you are the older one so I figured you were there when Mom made me right?"
"Oh, so now you admit I'm the older one..." Matthew knew that Alfred had a valid point. As the older one he should have been there when Alfred was made however, he was so young that he doubted he had any real memory of that time. In fact, his memories from his infancy were very vague. "Sorry, but I don't remember that much from when I was a dollie. . . much less what mom did to make you...I just remember you crying a lot."
Alfred scrunched his face with annoyance becoming even madder when Matthew gave him a mischievous grin.
Matthew turned back to Italy. "Sorry I couldn't help."
"Ve, it's ok. I suppose I'll just have to wait and find out in class tomorrow." Italy smiled at his friend. "Although, it's still so amazing that you get to remember things from when you were little; I don't have any at all."
"Really? Well, like I said I don't remember much but well….no sorry not much at all." Matthew turned away to avert his eyes.
Italy now turned to his brother. "Romano, do you remember anything from when you were…."
"NO! Now shut up with all your stupid questions and let us concentrate on our work." Romano shot from his bunk. He huffed and rearranged his notes that had become scattered all over his bed.
"Romano, are you sure you don't want my help? It will be lights out soon." Italy jumped off his bunk and bounced over to kneel beside his brother. "I can help you brother..."
Romano could feel his anger rising faster than his understanding of the material, and wanted nothing more than to hit his younger with his notebook. On the other hand, the clock on the wall was ticking away and he needed all marks to become the best Alpha.
"Fine, you can help me but don't you fucken dare get annoying." Romano showed his brother his notebook and together they got to work furiously correcting all the mistakes.
Alfred was scratching his head with his sharpened pencil, which was by now missing most of the eraser at the top. "Mattie, my favorite bro!"
"Get your own work done, I'm going to bed." Matthew shuffled off Italy's bed and sauntered over to his own bunk leaving his brother to slump over his messy work. The frustrated blonde continued flipping through his notes but was surprised with a notebook being dropped into his bunk beside him. Alfred looked up to see his brother standing in front of him.
"I'll lend you my notes at least, but this time don't doodle in it." Matthew shuffled his brother's hair and returned to his bunk and tucked himself in hugging his pillow tightly to his body.
"Thanks Mattie!" Alfred valued his brother's neat notes but he knew eventually he would have to fend for himself, especially if they were put into different classifications. "Alright I am so going to get top marks now!"
Alfred's boisterous words caught the attention of his unspoken rival Romano.
"Hmph, a good try maybe but you'll never beat my top marks." Romano showed off his now fully finished homework and grinned wider than any cheshire cat in those fairy tales.
Alfred grinned brightly. "Alright, we'll see about that in tomorrow's test. Loser does all the chores for a week."
"Deal!" Romano responded.
"LIGHTS OUT!" Kowloon came in to the dormitory and scared the lot with his loud shout. "Time for sleep now. See you all in the morning." He switched the lights off and slammed the door closed.
"Aww fuck..." Alfred whimpered while holding his papers up to the window hoping for any kind of light.
"Good luck Alfred." Romano snickered.
The three dolls fell fast asleep, lulled by the sounds of a pencil scratching across paper and the whispered curses of a frustrated friend.
The next day the dolls arose to the shriek of Kowloon announcing the morning had come. He walked in through the heavy metal doors of the dormitory and shouted his normal morning routine, only stopping in mid rant when he caught the sight of a very peculiar doll.
"Alfred, I do not think it would be very comfortable to sleep on the floor now get up and get ready for your morning training." Kowloon kicked the leg of the passed-out doll hoping to rouse him out of sleep. "Alfred do you hear me?"
The rest of the dolls stretched and rose from their beds, only to stop and gawk at their fellow doll who was currently kneeling on the floor with his face and arms sprawled over the side of his bed, drooling all over the notebook that had been lent to him.
"OH NO MY NOTEBOOK!" Matthew ran over to his brother and brashly yanked the notebook from under Alfred's mouth effectively tossing the doll over and landing onto the floor with a start.
"OW WHAT THE FUCK? Ugh my back and my neck hurt." Alfred slowly arched his back in hopes of realigning his badly rested bones, each one popping back into proper alignment. Alfred was completely unaware of his screaming brother.
"Alfred I lend you my notes for you to study and you drool all over them?" Matthew was quite livid to find his carefully written notes and diagrams now reduced to running smeared ink on warped paper. "Last time I ever lend you something!"
Alfred finally looked up to see his brother fuming mad at him and could barely make out anything that he was saying over the protesting sounds of his own body.
"Matt, I'm really sorry and all but can't you see I'm in real pain here?" Alfred was trying his best to calm down his brother but his nonchalant attitude only infuriated Matthew further.
"Pain? You know that's all you ever are to me, a real pain!" Matthew stomped off to his bunk after wiping the excess drool off the notebook with the blanket on Alfred's bed. He began to dress and ready himself for the day and hurried out the door, making sure to check in with Kowloon before he left.
Alfred was having a rough start but eventually started to ready himself as well. Across from him, Romano and Italy had been finishing up their own morning routine as well. Italy was ready to go in a matter of minutes and raced over to check in with Kowloon.
"Good Morning Kowloon! I'm ready to head to training!" Italy had a bright smile so early this morning.
Kowloon had already become accustomed to the energetic doll's personality but didn't mean that he felt any different about his job, and still maintained his reserved demeanor with all of them equally.
"Good Morning Italy, it is good to see that you are taking your training seriously. To be honest I would have thought you would be the most likely one to struggle with training." Kowloon smiled.
Romano came up behind Italy, leaning against his back and resting his chin on his younger brother's shoulder. "Hmph, don't praise him just yet. He's still the slowest runner and trips over the mere thought of running."
"Ve~ I don't trip all the time…" Italy responded with a hurt expression. "I am very fast, Germany said so himself!"
"Only when you're running away from the obstacle course!" Romano spat and jogged up ahead of the group.
Italy was left back with Kowloon, sadness making his little curl cringe with embarrassment.
"Do not worry Italy, we dolls are not exactly good at everything in the beginning." Kowloon tried to sooth, normally he would have not said anything but he had grown fond of the bubbly personality of this unique doll. It was almost a crime to allow him to be sad. "Well just do your best and you will specialize soon."
Kowloon escorted the group part of the way and left them at the entrance of the training ground for their morning routine.
Germany stood at the threshold of the training grounds, clipboard in hands marking off each doll's attendance as they lined up into trained formation for the day. The last of them all was the troubled Italy, anxiety written all over his face; if Germany had noticed his more reserved state, he gave no sign and commenced the class.
"Alright group, at the whistle you will start your morning warm up and then we will do some laps." Germany waited to hear the trained sounds of "YES SIR!" He gave each one of them a stern look and blew his whistle.
The group promptly broke into calisthenics, stretching every muscle that had relaxed in the last ten hours. When their single stretches were done they heard the whistle once again, signaling the start of paired stretches.
Each brother turned to their own brother and stood back to back linking arms and slowly stretching each other by leaning over one another. Next came the floor leg stretches, and with rehearsed synchronicity one brother would lay down and the other would lean over them and help stretch each leg.
Germany walked back and forth watching over the training, scratching away at his clipboard with his pen.
"Psst…Romano, what do you think Mr. Germany is writing all the time?" Italy whispered as he leaned over to stretch Romano's leg over his head.
"He's writing love poetry …. How the fuck should I know?" Romano spat back as he switched legs. "What do you care anyway?"
Italy leaned in a bit more than Romano was used to in silent retaliation for Romano spit landing on his cheek, Romano squealed in pain and rolled onto his side clutching his thigh. "Oops, sorry Romano…"
"Sorry my ass, you did that on purpose!" Romano shouted before lunging at his brother and catching him in a head lock. Italy now squealed in pain and tried with all his might to pry his brother away from his head.
"GAAAHHHH Romano, I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! OUCH! PLEASE DON'T TOUCH THE CURL!"
"ROMANO, ITALY!" The stern voice of Germany cut through the fighting of the dolls and Romano promptly let go of his brother when the strong alpha effortlessly lifted him up by the collar of his shirt and hung him in the air like a piece of paper.
Italy sat on the floor for a moment before crawling behind Germany's legs in fear of his brother.
"What is the matter with you two? Romano, every other day you're either trying to hurt Italy or trying to kill him." Germany set the doll down once again and let him straighten himself out.
"Sir, Sorry for my failure sir, next time I will succeed in killing him." Romano trying to reach around Germany to get to his brother.
"Romano, take five laps now!" Germany snapped at the fiery doll filling him with twitching fear. With one doll now dealt with, he turned his attention to the cowering doll behind his legs.
"Italy on your feet now!" Italy quickly sprang up and starting fiddling with his nail beds. "Italy if you do not take this training seriously there will be consequences."
"I'm sorry Mr. Germany I was just well….ve~" Italy tried to explain himself but he couldn't find anything to say that wouldn't reveal that he was distracted.
"Just go run five laps…" Germany thought about making both brother run together and shook his head. "Never mind the laps, go do fifty squats, and twenty push-ups over there, away from Romano and then report back to me."
Italy was about to comment further but the disappointed look in Germany's eyes as he looked down at him made the words die in his throat. "Yes sir…" Was all he was able to mutter before heading off to his station.
With the morning chaos now contained, Germany could finally turn to address the quiet pair of brothers that now stood waiting for the rest of their training.
"And what are you two waiting for?" Germany asked calmly.
"Well, you never blew the whistle so…" Replied Matthew with a Sheepish grin.
"So can we like, I dunno…um." Alfred started to ramble but stopped as he noticed the look of irritation on their commanding officer. "yeah, Ok we'll just get started with laps."
The two dolls headed for the track and started with a quick pace to catch up with the fellow doll.
Germany had grown ever impatient with his charges. From the very beginning he had the idea that Italy was indeed somewhat of a clumsy doll, but he had no idea that he would be so lazy as well. If the doll was not tripping over his own shadow, he was busy with a butterfly that caught his eye. Now he was even getting into spats with his brother during training, further distracting his training. He was starting to truly believe that this was a defective doll. The only thing that was getting him through morning training was the fact that it was all going to end in a few minutes.
"Alright boys, bring it in." Germany waited for the group to fall back into formation to end the session. "Today was less than stellar for your performances. I will say this only once, as well as many of you do in your regular classes you must also apply yourselves in training as well. Soon I will have to turn in quarterly reports for each and every one of you, if you are not up to par with what doll house is looking for then there will be severe consequences."
The group looked at each other with nervous looks.
"Reflect on your performances and report back later tonight for agility. Dismissed." Germany gave the final whistle and walked off to his office when an all too familiar voice caught his attention.
"Germany! Germany!" Germany's brows knit in frustration when he heard the shrill call of that very same doll that haunts him at each class. He turned slowly turned to see the dirt covered doll slowly running to him.
"What is it...Did you fall again?" Germany gave him a side glance and continued writing on his clipboard.
"NO, not this time ... I just wanted to ask you something." Italy was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his signature curl quite perky to match its host's mood.
Germany sighed heavily, "What is it?"
"Ve~ well I know that I'm not very good at all this sort of stuff and I know that I need to be better, so is there anything you could help me with?"
"If you're asking me to lie to the superiors about your training..."
"NO NO!" Italy threw up his arms. "I don't want you to lie about anything honest...I just want to ask you for help..." Italy's last few words came out as a soft whisper, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt his heart rate increase with the anxiety of the upcoming answer.
Italy waited patiently for Germany to reply to him, he became keenly aware of the noises coming from the tall doll before him. He heard the grass shuffle softly behind them, he heard the other older dolls also finishing their morning routine.
"I should not be showing any favors to any one doll, interfering now will only be counterproductive to your development." Germany lowered his clipboard to his side and his free hand found a place on his hip. "Dolls that are not able to finish their training are to be reprogrammed, if that is your fate then ..." Germany stopped when he saw the hurt look in the young doll's eyes.
"Reprogrammed?" Italy whispered, he cringed back and clutched the material of his shirt at his chest. The amber eyes that usually shone with youth and promise now sparkled with tears and fear. It was a look in his eyes that Germany just couldn't stand.
"...yes well reprogramming is when..."
Italy held up a hand to stop the larger doll. "I get it...I guess that it will be my fate …"
Germany averted his eyes and shuffled his weight nervously, he cleared his throat and was about to speak again when Italy looked up to smile brightly.
"I will try my best anyway! I know I can get this training thing, I'm good at many things but I will work harder here in combat!" Italy laughed lightly and scratched underneath his nose. "Thank you for your time Mr. Germany, I will try harder even if I fall a lot and make mistakes."
Italy had turned to walk away his head slightly down but stopped when he felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder.
"Wait...Italy..." Italy did not move a muscle, not that he could with such a heavy hand impeding him, but he turned back to see those piercing blue eyes. He could see that Germany was at war with himself and he wanted to say something, but he just couldn't come to an agreement with himself yet. Italy smiled gently and placed his own smaller hand over the larger doll's hand.
"Mr. Germany?" Italy could not stop the hope from reflecting in his voice.
"If you are truly determined to train harder then maybe I could spare some time in the afternoon during dinner." Germany's hand lingered for a bit more on the delicate shoulder until he retracted it to then rub the back of his aching neck.
"During dinner?!" Italy was torn between having no dinner and training with Mr. Germany.
Germany immediately saw this and scrunched up his face in disapproval.
"Well, if that is not convenient for you ..." Germany was stopped by the small body launching himself at his chest and squeezing tightly in what he could only describe as the embrace of a boa constrictor.
"THANK YOU MR. GERMANY THANK YOU!" Italy looked up and came a mere inch away from the other's face. "I will do everything you ask of me, even if it means no yummy dinner, can we meet tomorrow night?"
Germany shook and rocked trying to get the doll off him but just as quickly as Italy had attached himself, he dispatched and darted off to the bungalows all the while smiling brightly and waving good bye before disappearing all together.
Germany dropped his clipboard unable to understand what had come over himself. How could he have agreed to something to outrageous, it went against initial policy of Doll House. Certainly, he could find a way to get himself out of it.
'Then again...' He thought. 'I've never seen him run so fast without tripping...' Germany couldn't shake the feeling that the little doll was up to something. 'Why me.'
Italy ran as fast as he could to catch up to his fellow dolls. He would have been on time as always but he couldn't' deny that he was overjoyed at the prospects of training in private with Germany.
"Yo, Italy what took you so long dude? Japan's gonna be here like anytime now." Alfred asked as he continued to work on his homework. Matthew sat next to him clutching his own notebook to his chest least it be taken by his brother.
"I beat the teacher here, so I should be safe right?" He promptly ran to his seat and took his items out. "Besides, today is going to be an exciting class isn't it."
Italy continued to talk to Matthew and Alfred, pretending like he didn't notice that his brother was watching him closely.
"Well we're learning about doll house and stuff today right?" Matthew asked.
"Isn't that exciting?" Italy beamed.
"Whoah, you are like way too excited to be in class today..." Alfred joked.
"Or is there something else that has you happy?" Romano whispered so only Italy could hear. Italy's face flushed slightly at the question but he refused to answer anything.
"Good Morning class." Japan walked in calmly as ever, carrying his two notebooks in hand, scanning the room he quickly noted that all his pupils were accounted for and. "I see we are all here so let us get started with the lesson, we have much to cover."
Italy welcomed the start of class as it meant he no longer had to answer his brother, though from the corner of his eye he could see that Romano was not going to let this question go.
Japan opened his notebook to the first page of his material and began to write key notes on the blackboard. The normally boisterous boys hunched over their desks in silence, the only noise in the room were the scratching of pencils on paper and the chalk on the blackboard.
. "Let me start by asking a simple question, what do you already know about us Dolls?"
All four of the dolls raised their hands up and eagerly waited to be called upon. Japan simply addressed each in order.
"Alfred." Japan acknowledged.
"Dolls are categorized as Alpha, Beta, and Omega in both male and female forms." Alfred brightly decreed.
"Correct, Matthew?"
"Dolls are born, hibernate, then wake up again when we're old enough?" Matthew sounded unsure of his own answer.
"Correct, Italy?"
"Ohh, Oohh! We are expected to get jobs and work with the humans outside of doll house!" Replied Italy.
"Very good. Romano?"
Romano took a bit more time in his response. "We are used and thrown away whenever the humans decide to do so."
The other three dolls turned to look at Romano, they did not particularly hate his honest question but saw it as an unwelcomed view on their life.
"Well I am here to paint you a different story, however I cannot say that you are completely wrong Romano." Japan smoothed the front of his pressed shirt and continued to lecture. "We dolls are in fact made to aid the humans in the outside world. In the beginning, we were made only to serve a small group of humans but soon our abilities developed to be even more valuable. Now we dolls can be seen in all corners of the world and allowed to work in all industries."
"If we're so valuable why are we easy to destroy?" Romano questioned.
Japan narrowed his eyes but replied non-the less. "Each doll represents the Doll House name, if any doll is seen as unreliable or even a danger to others then measure will be taken. I can assure you though that dismantling is the very last resort when dealing with problem dolls."
The dolls remained quiet.
"Now it is true that dolls today are classified as Alpha, Beta, and Omegas; we also have both male and female dolls, but in the beginning dolls only had one form. It all began with a worldwide human birth rate boom, followed by the lowest birth rates in centuries. This would lead to a generation of elders in need of help but too little young people to help care for them. A demand for caretakers arose that humans were not able to fill; though robotic engineers tried many times to create humanoid robots to ease the crisis, they were not successful in replicating human kindness. That is where the notion of creating dolls came to be."
"So, we were made to help humans from the beginning?" Italy asked.
"Yes, but the first dolls were not as varied as we are now. The first dolls were created through trial and error with synthetic human DNA, and thus the first female dolls were born. These dolls did not live as long as we do now or even the life span of a human but they paved the way for the dolls we know today."
"If the first dolls were female how did the male dolls happen?" Alfred asked.
"When the first successful dolls fulfilled their roles in human aid, private companies began to invest in doll house and funded more research that lead to the development of male dolls from the original female dolls."
Romano now raised his hand. "Ok, so what you're saying is that we're all a bunch of fake humans that were made to serve the old humans because there weren't enough young humans?"
"To put it bluntly, yes." Japan now looked over the next marked pages of his note book and proceeded to continue writing on the board as he explained.
"The first dolls had no categories, as they all were breed and trained for the same specialization. With the private funding, Doll House now was tasked with the pursuit of male counterparts to use in other conventional ways; by using the Cas9-crisper to further develop the human DNA to reform the female doll into a now male doll. This caused an enhancement in the dolls that now surpassed the human limits, giving way to the classifications we know now."
"What does that mean?" Italy asked.
"It means when the DNA was being changed to make males, other variations occurred and a much more diverse set of dolls were born. This was true for both the female and male dolls. Their strength, intelligence, and even life span surpassed that of a normal human."
"So we are stronger and smarter than humans?" Matthew asked.
"Not necessarily, dolls are just prone to have a higher mental capacity and physical attributes where as a human would have to spend a great amount of time and energy to achieve similar results. Thus the classifications were created and are as followed:
Alpha are the dolls breed to be the strongest and good with close ranged combat with a sense of dominance above all. These are the perfect dolls for jobs of high risk security or caretaking. These dolls are usually employed by federal offices or high profiled individuals.
Omega are the dolls that retained the nurturing traits of the original dolls, their soft and docile nature are perfect for domestic uses while the delicate body frame made them agile and for ranged combat or assistance rather than close range.
The final doll is sometimes referred to as the complete doll. The Beta dolls were very much a surprise in terms of creation and no one is able to explain how these dolls came about; but they are perfectly suited for both nurturing and demanding rolls."
"The Betas we've seen here at Doll House are no bigger than any of us, how are they suited for demanding rolls?" Romano asked.
"All though they are not as large as the Alphas, they do exhibit great strength but have much more restraint than an Alpha."
Matthew raised his hand timidly. "So in a combat situation between and Alpha and a Beta, would it be a tie?"
"In some cases that can be so, but I have also seen Beta's swift enough to take down an Alpha in full rage long enough to subdue and disable them." Japan replied.
The four young dolls wrote everything down feverishly, knowing that everything that would be said today would be important to who they were as individual dolls.
"Any questions so far?" Japan stopped momentarily to address the dolls and allow them to process the information that he had just explained.
Romano raised his hand first. "How are we classified? I mean we've been awake for almost a year but we have yet to know what our classification is."
"Very good question, the answer is that you are all born into a classification." The dolls all looked themselves and each other looking to see if there was any evidence of this. "At the time of your birth, it is not evident and so it is doll house practice to allow freshly awakened dolls to complete training to let the classification become apparent not influenced."
"Wait, you don't get to choose your classification?" Romano asked.
"No, you are already born into one of these three classifications and by the end of your training you will become aware of what you are. I am sure that by now you may have an idea as to what class you belong to."
Romano's mind halted in horror as he now saw a potential ruin to his future plans. He had counted on working hard into becoming an Alpha, no one had told him that his own DNA had already sealed that fate.
Italy now raised his hand. "So… does this mean that doll house makes dolls of each class according to what the humans want?"
Japan smiled warmly. "This brings us to the next part of our lecture, Doll House Breeding" Japan looked at his watch, placed a bookmarker in his notebook and closed it. "That will have to wait until another class time, please complete your assigned reading by the next class period. Dismissed."
Italy jumped up, nocking back his chair in the process. "Wait, but we don't see you until next week…."
"I admire your pursuit for knowledge but all in good time Italy. You must first understand your purpose before you can understand the more mature material." Japan gathered up his paperwork and notebook and exited the room.
"Dude, you are like way too overjoyed to learn all this stuff." Alfred commented.
"It's all very exciting, don't you think?" Italy hurried to gather up his materials and ready for the next bit of training.
"But my head's still spinning from all the reading I had to do for the last class we had and now I have to memorize even more….ugh…" Alfred complained.
"Don't worry Alfred, all you have to know is that we have to serve those humans and make them happy." Matthew retorted, his face showing a rare scowl.
The rest of the group stopped to look at Matthew, making sure it was not Romano that had said that.
"Mat…are you…" Alfred was cut off by as Matthew abruptly stood up and headed for the door.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
Romano and Italy looked to Alfred hoping he had some insight as to what had just happened, but when Alfred offered no answers the group stood around in awkward silence.
Until Italy looked to his brother. "You see Romano, I told you to keep bad comments to yourself."
"FUCK YOU!" Romano immediately caught his brother in a headlock and threw him on the ground and proceeded to vent his frustration in the most Alpha way known to him.
"You two are hilarious." Laughed Alfred as he pulled out a packed sandwich from his pack, sat on his desk and watched in amusement while the two train in close range combat.
A/N: Thank you for supporting yet another chapter of this silly fanfic. If anyone wants to know the fun facts about yours truly here it is… I have a weird fascination with the human genome and genetics in general. The CAS-9 Crisper is an actual enzyme that is used to create synthetic human DNA, and scientists have theorized that in time they can use this method to isolate the part of our DNA that causes cancer, defects or to repair any broken DNA strands. While this is all just trial and error at the moment, the potential for greatness is there. Not too long ago, I also read up on an artificial womb that successfully grew a lamb fetus to term with no visible developmental problems. This is what reinforced my theory that ectogenesis could be used to grow artificial humans. As you can see, the premise for doll house has been conceived in real time research, it was just fun to create this world using the Hetalia franchise. Well, look forward to the next chapter and well…if you're anything like me you have already read your share of Omegaverse based Hetalia fanfiction and we are more or less used to certain characters being specific classes, I decided to mix it up a bit after much deliberation with a council of editors and hard core Hetalia fans that left me alive after my radical thought. Ok this authors note was way too long. Love to all of you!