England opened the door and peered into America's house, smiling lightly. "Happy Birthday, America!" He calls, squeezing his love's hand.
"Happy Birthday, Alfred!" Seychelles yells too, pecking England's cheek lightly.
"Thanks, Iggy!" America yells, "Hey, come around back! Francey-pants and I have something we wanna show you!"
America had forgiven England the day after he was kicked out by France. England hadn't forgiven himself, but America didn't really care. He said it felt great to be in love, and thanked England for the experience. Things were a little awkward for England at first, but he quickly forgot about the whole thing, and Canada only had to beat England to a pulp twice, so all-in-all, things worked out pretty well.
"Alright, alright." England says, shooting Seychelles a curious look.
She shrugs, her brown eyes glittering, and pulls England into the living room, where America is... Making airplane noises? Someone giggles as England rounds the corner.
The Brit and his wife freeze.
America is holding a girl who looks to be about seven years old above his head, making "whoosh!" and "werrrr" sounds as he moves the child about in the air. The girl giggles, her blue eyes (which are the same color as France's) lighting up in joy. Her hair is brown and comes only a little past her ears, and curls at the ends, making her look very cute. One single hair sticks out the top of her head, just like America's. She grins widely, reminding everyone even more of America. France smiles from the couch, watching America hoist the girl into the air, loving the bright grin on his face as he does so. Her small blue dress billows out, and a pair of brown cowgirl boots is visible underneath.
"Daddy do it again!" She exclaims in a voice like a girly-version of America's, only she has a French accent.
"In a minute, sweetie. First, let's meet some people."
The girl turns around, her big blue eyes blinking, and England practically melts from the cuteness.
"...You mean the pretty girl and the guy with the big eyebrows?"
America laughs loudly. "Yes, them." He stands up, then grabs her by her hand and yanks her up into his arms, carrying the giggling girl over to England and Seychelles.
"This is your aunt and uncle, Arthur and Michelle, AKA England and Seychelles." America says, watching as she holds out her small hand to both of them.
England stares, too shocked to shake it, so Seychelles does, smiling widely.
"It's wonderful to meet you!" She exclaims.
"England, Seychelles, this Celeste Jones-Bonnefoy, AKA the Republic of Saugeais. Our daughter."
The young girl holds out her hand, and England takes it, a tear of joy slipping out the corner of his eye. "A pleasure to meet you." He says.
"...Daddy, why is Uncle Arthur crying?" Celeste asks, turning her head to look at America.
France stands up and moves behind Alfred, putting a hand on the younger's shoulder.
"Because you're so beautiful," England says, the words 'Uncle Arthur' echoing in his head. It sounded good. "And I'm so proud and happy."
Celeste turns lightly pink, as does America.
"Like father like daughter," Seychelles muses, looking at America and Celeste's identical expressions.
She then turns and squeezes England's hand, looking into his eyes. "Well, can you believe it? We're an aunt and uncle, Arthur."
America grins as France kisses Celeste's and America's cheeks.
"Je t'aime."
"Je t'aime, mama."
"I love you too, Francais."
That night, France, holding a sleeping Celeste in his arms, stands up. "Our belle fille fallen asleep, Alfred." He looks down into the sleeping girl's face and smiles.
Alfred mimics his love, standing up. "Let's take her to her bedroom, then."
They lay her down in her bed, pull the covers over her head, kiss her forehead, and then walk to their own bedroom.
France opens his arms and wraps America in them, then pulls him onto the bed.
They fall asleep in each other's arms, and, on a plane headed for London, England and Seychelles had just done the same thing.
Meanwhile, Canada had just awoken a boy and got him dressed for the day. The boy had his father's chocolate brown eyes and his father's dark skin. He had Canada's sweetness, mixed in with a little of his father's attitude.
"Thanks, mama." The five-year-old boy says, looking up into Canada's eyes.
"No problem, Alvaro." Replies Canada, smiling.
And he leads L'Anse Saint-Jean, Quebec, out to his father, Cuba.
The Republic of Saugeais is a self-proclaimed micro-nation in Eastern France. The reason she looks like America is because I decided France would give America half of her land in celebration of their marriage. (That is not historically or geographically correct, in case you didn't know.) So... Yeah. Also, Celeste is a French name~
L'Anse Saint-Jean, Quebec is a micro-nation, too... The name Alvaro means 'Noble Guardian' and is a Cuban name. Hehe.
I hope you enjoyed finding how England, France, Seychelles, America, and Canada, and Cuba's lives turned out.
~THE END~