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Chapter ten: Rose colored
England's POV
On March 17th Ireland had her son, my nephew Patrick. In fact, it seems that almost everyone has had their child; except me. Bloody hell, it's officially April! Seriously, little lady, it is rude to make me wait for you! I thought after having another conversation with Northern Ireland, who simply wanted to brag about his boy. Honestly, I can understand being a proud parent, but the boy's only what, two weeks old? How much can a two week old do that's brag worthy? Apparently if you're an Ireland a lot.
Sighing, I sat down on my couch. Being a little worried about my unborn daughter was an understatement. In the last three appointments I have had with my doctor, I have been told that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her and that she should be born in any day. Again, they have been saying that for the last three appointments; for the last three weeks.
It was not raining today, but was surprisingly sunny and warm out, so I decided to distract myself by getting my garden beds ready for the summer. This worked out well for a total of ten minutes, before I heard someone call to me. Startled, I pricked my hand on a twig and looked up to see Wales leaning against a fence post.
"Enjoying the rare sun today I see," he said smiling down at me.
"What do you want, Wales. I'm not in the mood right now," I said scowling at him while continuing on my work.
"I just wanted to check on you, is that okay? I've been getting my ear talked off by Northern Ireland about Patrick, so I wondered if you had had yours yet. Judging by the size of your belly 'no.'"
"No need to remind me."
"But you know what I find strange, is the fact that you're just sitting there not doing anything about it?"
"What the hell are you battering on about now, you git?" I asked getting up so we were at eye level. To this he simply laughed a little nervously and said, "Well, it's just I've never known you to wait longer than you wanted to for anything. Or have you actually gotten patient due to all this?" To this I simply stood there quiet; words escaping me.
"Well, I guess I've accomplished what I wanted to today, so see you later," Wales said as he walked off; leaving me standing there in my front yard. No longer in the mood to do any gardening, I went back inside and went to the kitchen to heat up some water for tea.
As I was waiting on the water, I began to think about what Wales had said. He was right of course; I have never been this patient with someone else, but what else can I do? Sure, I could make an appointment to have her surgically removed, but when I asked about that last week neither my doctor nor France seemed that enthusiastic about the idea. Or I could try something a little primeval. I think I saw a potion that should work for this situation in one of my books. Now which-.
"Angleterre, I'm back," France called out from the doorway, successfully taking me out of my thoughts. He had just returned from running a few errands for me and had missed everything to this point.
"Hello France," I said while taking the water off. He followed my voice to the kitchen and after putting the bags down wrapped his arms around me; nearly causing me to spill my tea on us.
"And what have the two of you been up to since I have been gone?" he asked.
"Not much. Northern Ireland called to talk about Patrick, again. Then Wales stopped by briefly to chat."
I could feel France frown into my shoulders as I mentioned my brothers. Deciding to change the subject, I asked him, "So, what all did you buy?"
"Hmm, groceries mostly. I also found a new toy for la bebe," he said while taking a small white rabbit with a red and black checkered vest out of a bag. I smiled at it and after quickly finishing my tea, took it saying, "I'll put it in the nursery with all the other ones."
This worked out well, since right across from the nursery was my private library where the book with the potion I wanted was.
It did not take me long to find the potion I was thinking of, and it looked rather simple. Due to this, I quickly gathered the proper ingredients; which by luck I had in my supplies and began making the potion.
"…let's see…and two cups of dried lady's mantle, and lastly three ounces of fresh birthwort…bugger, I only have dried. Well, it shouldn't be too much of a difference," I said to myself while stirring the ingredients into a small caldron to stew.
After letting it cook for a few more minutes, I decided that it looked done and poured the contents into a cup. I smelled it firstly, to find that the odor was quite pleasant. "Bottoms up," I said to myself and drank it all down in one gulp. After I did this however I began to feel nauseous. I then heard France calling me down for dinner.
Carefully getting up, I went down the stairs and found him in the dining room about to set the food down. When he heard me come in, he look up at me smiling. When he saw me however, he instantly dropped his smile and almost the dish.
France's POV
I had no idea what England was doing upstairs in his library, but when I saw him after he came downstairs I knew it could not be good. When he entered the dining room he was as pale as a ghost and looked in pain.
I quickly set the food down before I dropped it and then rushed to him asking, "Angleterre, are you alright?"
He did not respond at first, so I asked again this time shaking him a little. To this he began to mumble something I could not make out before fainting in my arms.
Not knowing what was wrong with him; I picked him up and ran to the car. I then sped off to the hospital and had him immediately checked in. He was then rushed behind a pair of doors and I was directed to another room and asked if I knew what was wrong. When they decided that I did not know, I was told to wait in another filled room.
By the time that a nurse called my name, I was the only one left in the room. When I did hear my name called, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 23:45. So much for dinner I thought to myself as I got up to greet the nurse.
"Are they alright?" I asked, too preoccupied with worrying about them to flirt with her.
"Yes. The mother and girl will need to rest for a while, but neither of them are in any danger."
To this I gave a sigh of relief and followed her smiling as she led me to their room to find England in a deep sleep with the baby asleep next to him and his doctor looking between them and some pieces of paper.
"Bonjour, did you find out what was wrong with him?" I asked the doctor.
"It's hard to say. But there were some traces of several unidentifiable components, so it is possible that he ingested something he shouldn't have," The doctor replied deep in thought.
"But the two of them should be alright, non?"
"Yes, whatever it was, it was not in his system long enough to damage the two of them. They should be right as rain after some time to rest."
After she said this, I thanked the doctor and sat down by the two of them. After a few minutes passed I began to wonder if Spain and Prussia were awake. Deciding that if they were or not did not really matter, I began to text them: "Mon amis, I have the most fabulous news. My little filles has joined this world."
England's POV
When I woke up, it felt like it was the middle of the day. What seemed odder though was the fact that I was not alone. Instead I awoke to find America staring right at me with France, Spain and Japan also there.
"Hey Iggy, 'bout time you woke up," America's voice boomed, making three youths cry. Wait, three? I then noticed that he was holding his and Japan's son, Hiro, Spain was holding his newborn Armando and France was holding (most likely) my daughter.
I watched quietly as they tried to calm the children down. Despite the fact that Japan had his child about a month ago, I had not seen the child yet. Like Japan, the small boy had black hair and pale skin, but the hair was more like America's style and he had his blue eyes. After no time at all, the boy was asleep again. Spain's son, Armando was only born a few days ago, so to me he looked like any other infant. The only thing that made him look unique was a small curl on his head like Romano's. Lastly was France with our daughter.
After all the children had calmed down, Japan asked me, "So how are you feeling?"
"Alright," I said while not taking my eyes off of the little girl. France saw this, and asked me if I wanted to hold her. To this I nodded and he gave her to me.
"So have you guys decided on a name for her?" Spain asked. To this France looked at the two of us and smiled. "Yes, when we heard that she was going to be a girl we decided on the name Rose."
"Rose?" America asked thinking over the name.
"It sounds cute for her," Japan stated agreeing.
The day later France and I took our daughter home, and after she fell asleep I called each of my brothers to brag about my child for a good half hour. I think I realize now how Northern Ireland can brag about Patrick for so long.
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