Author's Note
Hi, this is my first time posting . I hope that the story is to your liking. I have decided to use French and German in the story so translations will be at the bottom of each chapter. My french is accurate because I'm native from Paris and if my German isn't it's because it came from Google Translate :) Let me know what you think, I love reviews and suggestions for this or future fics. Also tell me if you want me to include other pairings ! Thank you for the reviews I love then !
Enjoy,
The PirateChick020497
Chapter 27 - Fun
With Maya gone all the time, Matthew and Gilbert had a lot of time to themselves. And although they missed her dearly, it didn't stop them from doing anything at all. Matthew awoke one sunny morning in May, Gilbert lying next to him. Today they planned on going to visit Maya in France where she was currently staying. Nine years ago, when Maya had first started her 'therapy' to get better, Gilbert and Matthew had refused to let France take her in. They felt Francis was a really bad influence. As a result the blonde man was very insulted and complained 'Why can't I spend time with my précieuse petite fille ! C'est une injustice !' then he had cried. So Matthew and Gilbert had told him that when she was older she could stay with him. So in march that year Francis had demanded she come visit him. Maya was now sixteen years old and she had greatly changed. Sometimes Matthew didn't even recognize her. Matthew kissed Gilbert, rousing the man from his sleep in more ways than one.
"Guten morgen Vögelchen." Gilbert said rolling on top of Matthew.
"Guten morgen Gilbert." Matthew said. Gilbert's eyes lit up.
"You know it really turns me on when you speak my language." Gilbert said kissing Matthew's neck. Softly moaning Matthew buried himself against Gilbert. Oh Matthew wanted him. Badly, really badly. The flight was in four hours hours. Couldn't miss it. Oh but this was so nice. Matthew's miniature versions, devil and angel battled it out as Gilbert kept kissing. ding, ding,ding ! We have a winner ! Matthew sat up kissing Gilbert once more before pulling away.
"We have to get ready." Matthew said. Gilbert growled his disapproval but got out of bed anyways to take a shower. Matthew watched Gilbert walk and peel of his black briefs at the same time. Mmm, very nice. That was the great thing about being a nation. Once they reached their adult size their bodies didn't change. Matthew had been very happy not to look any different after having Maya, he was still leanly muscled like before. Matthew heard the water running. Wet Gilbert, oh very nice. Matthew shook his head, getting his mind out of the gutter. Matthew started to pack. He hadn't seen Maya in over three months, and she was coming home with them this time around this was going to be nice.
Maya stood impatiently in the Roissy Airport in Paris waiting for her parents to appear. Francis stood next to her jabbering away in rapid French.
"Alors, tu préfere lequel, le bleu ou le rouge ?" Francis asked showing Maya two shirts in a magazine.
"Le bleu te vas mieux." Maya said before returning her attention to the doors her parents would be coming through soon. Soon a strawberry blonde head appeared next to a silver one. Maya waved to them. Gilbert noticed first waving back before practically running to her. Although Maya was not little anymore Gilbert picked her up and spun her around.
"I missed you so much Vati !" Maya said once Gilbert had put her down.
"I missed you too darling." Gilbert said. Matthew came over pulling Maya into a hug.
"Hi Papa. It's good to see you." Maya said inhaling the familiar scent of her father she had missed.
"Matthieu aren't you going to say bonjour to your papa ?" France asked, offended to be left out of the reunion. Matthew gave Francis a hug.
"Bonjour Francis, comment vas tu ?" Matthew asked.
"Tres bien merci." Francis said as the group started walking to the parking lot, "Au fait," Francis continued pointing out a page in a magazine, "Do you think the blue or red would look best ?" Francis asked.
"Blue." Matthew said. Francis frowned, apparently no one thought he looked very good in red.
"Honnetement, I don't see why not rouge ? It is ze color of love !" Francis ranted.
Maya just laughed. It was good to be wit her family.
When Maya had waved at them at the airport Matthew had done a double take. Although it had only been three months she looked so different. It was sometimes the case that nations matured and morphed in a matter of days ! Maya was now a grown woman. Her white blonde hair now descended in waves down to her hips, she stood at five foot eight with many curves and softly defined muscle,her almond shaped eyes were still as green, like dark shimmering emeralds. In short she was a beautiful young woman. Matthew noticed over the years that although Maya had learned what it meant to be a nation to get over the desert incident, she still had some sort of melancholy to her that Matthew couldn't quite pinpoint what it was exactly. They conversed. With all the places she had been and all the people she had been mentored by, she was very intelligent. However she spent the most time with Ivan out of them all except Matthew and Gilbert of course. the two had developed a very strong bond and Maya frequently spent time with the Russian nation. Matthew thought about this and then understood that Maya felt somewhat like an outcast, which was one of the reasons why she identified with Russia. So he decided to do something about this.
"So, Maya, there is something your father and I would like to discuss with you." Matthew said. Maya nodded and sat down from across her parents in Francis' banlieue living room.
"Matthew and I are very proud of you. You have grown so much and you are very well learned. We think it is time to ask you something important." Gilbert explained.
"There are no more lands that need nations." Matthew started watching his daughter's face fall. "But this is a role that you can have. Sometimes I even think you were made for it." Matthew said smiling. "Do you know what your name means ?" Matthew asked his daughter.
"Not really." Maya said.
"It means One who holds all the gods creative power and shares them with the nations of the land." Gilbert said smiling. Maya gasped.
"You can be the one to unite us all. The overseer of all the nations." Matthew said. Maya was quiet but something seemed to light her up.
"Take some time to think about it. It's the biggest responsibility out there." Matthew cautioned her.
"Yes I will." Maya said. She excused herself. Matthew and Gilbert sat in silence. Then Matthew spoke up.
"I hope we did the right thing, telling her about this." Matthew said, he wasn't sure they should have told her. The last overseer the nations had had was an extremely long time ago. That overseer had died in a very painful manner when he shouldn't have been able to. Like nations, the legend of nations children who held no land were also imortal. Maya was the first child born by nations since that last overseer. Gilbert decided to put in his two cents.
"You know, I think things will work out. The world is not raw anymore like it used to be. She'll be fine. And, it is nice to belong." Gilbert said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Matthew knew he missed being a nation. He was stuck in the middle, the same way Maya was, not a nation but not a human either.
"You belong here." Matthew said his hand over his own heart, "With me, always." he smiled. Gilbert smiled and leaned over to kiss Matthew. Things would turn out. How could they not.
After Maya had excused herself, she went straight for the telephone and dialed Ivan's number. It rang. Once, twice, three times.
"Привет кто это?" Ivan picked up the phone.
"Это я майя, как ты Иван ?" Maya asked.
"I'm well. How about you ?" Ivan answered.
"I'm okay, scared and excited actually. I'm in France right now with Papa and Vati."
"Oh, why scared and excited ? That doesn't really sound like you."
"Ivan, have you ever heard of the nations overseer ?" Maya gulped.
"Da, I have, why ?"
"Well, um, Papa and Vati told me that i could become the nations overseer." Maya breathed out. There was silence on the other end of the line for what seemed like an eternity to Maya. Then Ivan spoke, and Maya had never heard him this upset in her entire life.
"Maya, listen to me. You do not want to do this. The last overseer he...Just don't do this, please." Ivan's voice was thick with emotion.
"Why not ? I don't understand, Ivan why shouldn't I-"
"Because if you do then, then you might..."
"Might what ? Ivan spit it out."
"The last overseer died, and he shouldn't have. He was immortal like the nations, like you. But he died a most horrible death. He did not come back. I do not want this to happen to you." Ivan said somberly. Maya did not know what to think of this information.
"I realized that there was going to be some sort of burden to bare with this role. I will talk about it with my fathers. But I will tell you now Ivan, I want to do this."
"No don't-" Ivan started and then Maya hung up the phone. She went back to the living room where she found her dads talking and said,
"I want to be the overseer."
Translations
: précieuse petite fille - precious grandaughter
: c'est une injustice - this is injustice
: Guten morgen Vögelchen - Good morning birdie
: Guten Morgen - Good morning
: Alors, tu préfere lequel, le bleu ou le rouge - So, which do you prefer, the blue or the red
: Le bleu te vas mieux - The blue suits you better
: Bonjour Francis, comment vas tu ? - Hello Francis, how are you ?
: Très bien merci - Very well thank you
: Au fait - By the way
: Honnetement - Honestly
: Привет кто это ? - Hello, who is it ?
: Это я майя, как ты Иван - It's me, Maya, how are you Ivan
