((Maddeline Bonnefoy-Kirkland: Might I request something UkFr? As the order suggests, France would be the mother... would it be okay if they were having twins (maybe Canada and America)? Either way, a one shot of the last few months of the pregnancy? If not, I completely understand
A/N: Here you go! I actually really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy reading it! ^.^))
It was the 17th century in what was the New World. At the time, there were many different countries trying to take over the new lands. The nations of Spain and Portugal had already practically taken over the Southern lands below the New World and there were other European countries racing to colonize the rest of it. Amongst the Nations trying to colonize the New World were England and France.
The personifications of England and France were dysfunctional couple who wanted to claim the lands for themselves so the two had set sail for it not too long ago. Upon staying there, they couldn't even find the personification of the nation which was odd. The two had taken a trip a little more north to an even colder region that had been discovered before but hearing from the others, that nation had no personification either.
Shortly 3 months after arriving to the New World, the nation of France had discovered that he was pregnant. England hadn't taken it so well but eventually, he warmed up to the idea of a baby though it had taken him about another month to come to terms with it. The two weren't sure how their kings would react at this news, the countries themselves would never really had gotten along in harmony before. Maybe this baby would bring the countries together.
So they hadn't told their kings, not until they returned would they tell them. Now, the nation of France was 7 months along in his pregnancy and he looked a lot bigger than just 7 months, it was completely odd. Though He nor England really brought it up.
It was a particularly cloudy day as Francis Bonnefoy, the nation of France, sat in a chair at the small table that stood in the cabin he and Arthur Kirkland, the nation of England, stayed at for the time being. He was looking over some documents sent over by his king regarding the new world. The letter had asked things like what sort of crops were growing or how many natives were there or how fertile is the soil, just basic things such as that. Subconsciously, the Blond placed a hand over his large and still growing belly as he read the rest of the letter.
The sound of the door being opened could be heard as Arthur walked in carrying wood for a fire.
"I'm back!" The English nation announced before kicking the door closed once more.
"Oh bonjour mon cher." Francis called back lazily.
Arthur placed the firewood down beside the door way and let out a little sigh of relief. He had walked into the other room and over to the little table that his over sat at. Letters could be seen sprawled over the table.
"What is that you're reading?" England asked.
"Just some letters from my king." Francis replied as he set the paper down. "The king is just wondering what is going on over here that is all."
"Oh." Arthur nodded in understanding. He stood silent for a moment before talking once more. "Have you eaten? I suppose you and the baby are hungry."
"Oui we are very hungry, I haven't eaten yet." Francis looked up with violet-blue eyes and small smile. "This might sound silly but I must've forgotten because I have been caught up in these letters."
"No, it's not silly, love." Arthur smiled genuinely. "I'll go make you something to eat."
It was a sweet gesture but Francis knew England couldn't cook and the food would probably taste horribly bland. Still, he knew Arthur insisted and would be too stubborn to back down from cooking.
"Sounds good." Francis lied with a forced smile.
Halfway through his seventh month, Francis had started to feel these weird sort motions in his belly. It was as if his insides were making a fist. It was very strange to him but hearing from a local old woman, she had said it was completely normal in pregnancy. Not only that but, He had begun to feel even more exhausted than usual. He knew that was probably normal so he didn't think anything of it.
One sunny but chilly afternoon, Francis was lying in the bed the couple had in the back room. He'd been so tired that he hadn't really done much all day.
"Francis." Arthur said as he walked into the room. "You've been in bed all day, wouldn't you like to go out and get some fresh air?"
"I'm too tired." came Francis' reply.
Arthur let a small sigh escape his lips before walking over and sitting beside Francis. He placed a hand over his lover belly where their baby was growing and he couldn't help but smile.
"What are you doing, mon cher?" Francis asked quietly.
"Nothing, just.." Arthur trailed off as he rubbed small circles in Francis' swollen belly.
Francis sat up a little, allowing Arthur to access his belly easier. He couldn't help smiling at his lover. They both felt the baby kick. Each time the baby kicked, it filled Francis with happiness. Though sometimes the baby kicked at a fast past almost like it was two babies kicking at once. The baby's kick was visible on the surface of Francis's belly. The couple watched for a little while their baby kick and squirm underneath Francis's skin and they both smiled the whole time.
Entering his 8th month of pregnancy, Francis had been a tad more over emotional. He cried for a lot more than he used to. Of course it had begun to annoy Arthur but he didn't want Francis to think he was bother.
Currently, Arthur had just come back with a basket of blueberries, something new that francis had been craving.
"I've got your blueberries." Arthur called out.
Francis walked into the room, putting up his hair in a neat ponytail with a blue ribbon. "You're a life saver mon amour!" he thanked before taking the basket.
"Happy to help." Arthur nodded. "Tomorrow, I'm going on a journey back up north to the colder region, I want to explore it better."
Picking up one of the blueberries, Francis looked over at his lover. "You can not go alone, I will not allow it."
"Excuse me?" Arthur asked rhetorically. "I'm a grown man I'm sure I can manage through a bit of cold weather. Besides I will be back in a few days, I just want to look around it some more."
"If you go then I go too." Francis replied looking down slightly.
Arthur knew that Francis would soon have tears in his eyes if he didn't agree soon so with a small sigh, the English nation nodded. "Okay, you can come with me."
The two had left the next day by carriage. It took them all day but they had reached the colder region together to look around. As odd as it had been, Francis wasn't as exhausted as he normally was. In fact, he even seemed more lively. It was colder than they had both expected but it was beautiful there. They had never seen so much snow in one place. The cold ice crystals covered everything from plants to the frozen lakes.
They had parked the carriage at a clearing by the forest. The two sat together in the back of the carriage eating bread and cheese by candle light.
"Tomorrow, we will look around properly, alright?" Arthur spoke up.
"Okay." Francis nodded. "Maybe we can find the personification of this region."
"Maybe." Arthur agreed.
It grew silent for a moment. That is until Francis began to say something.
"I was thinking that well-" The frenchman started but he stopped himself as he thought a little bit. "-never mind, it is not important."
Arthur gave him a strange look. "What is the matter?"
"Nothing." Francis chuckled nervously. "Just nothing, forget it."
In the morning, the two had eaten something (more like Francis had eaten everything), and then they set off to look around. They had walked though the forest and looked around at the tall trees covered in snow. They had noticed strange sticky stuff dripping from the trees and decided that this region was rather strange.
They couldn't cross a lake they had encountered, it was frozen with ice and not to mention, slippery as hell. So they went around it.
"England." Francis spoke up as they walked.
That was unusual, England thought, he only calls me England when it's something serious
"Yes?" Arthur replied as he laced his and Francis' fingers together.
"What if the reason that we haven't found the personifications of these lands is because." the frenchman began but paused. "is because they are in my belly. What if we are having twins and they are the new worlds?"
Arthur had never gave that much thought. He knew that Francis' belly was unusually large for 8 months but he never considered twins. And twins who represent these new lands? Why would Francis think that?
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, emerald eyes gazing over at Francis.
"I mean that when we first came here to colonize these lands, I had suddenly ended up pregnant." Francis explained. "Out of all the years that we have made love why did I become pregnant when we came over here? Don't you think I would've maybe gotten pregnant before? It just seems like a weird coincidence." He paused and looked at Arthur. "I only suspect we are having twins because of how big I am now and because well.. I feel them both move at the same time. But I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy."
Well everything that Francis said did make sense. Everything he said was true. And twins.. That just made Arthur more excited for the arrival of their babies.
"You're not crazy." Arthur said after a moment. "I believe you. What you say does make sense."
Francis let out a sigh of relief that he'd been holding. "Merci."
A month had passed by rather quickly. Arthur and Francis had returned from their trip to the northern area a few weeks ago. Now, Francis was bigger than he was last month and the babies were due any day. The couple was happy and simply excited that they'd have a little family soon.
Through all the excitement however, Francis was nervous. if he was right and the babies were nations, they'd most likely cause more problems between France and England's kings. Hell, both of the countries could be distressed over it. He didn't want to go through any war or any problems at all because of his children. All the Frenchman wanted was to be with Arthur and his babies, safe and sound. Though he did know that sounded nearly impossible. He'd just have to wait it out and see what happens after the babies are born, they would take things from there.
Then suddenly, on a chilly and cloudy night, it had happened. Francis was going into labor.
"Okay Francis, I need you to push one more time, the baby's almost out, love." Arthur told his lover.
Francis, covered in sweat and tired as ever, clutched on to the bed sheets and pushed again. And there it was, their baby's first cries.
Arthur held their baby, their son, in his hands as the poor tiny thing wailed and squirmed. The English country wiped off the little one and wrapped him in a blanket.
"It's a boy." Arthur told him proudly and handed up the baby to his mother.
"He's beau." Francis smiled wearily.
The baby opened his eyes, revealing cerulean blue eyes. Francis let out a small sob and got caught up into the moment. That is until, he felt the next baby start to make it's arrival into the world. Francis carefully laid the baby beside himself and looked at Arthur who was ready to deliver their next child.
It took another 15 minuets but another new nation was brought into the world. It was another boy and he looked almost identical to his twin brother, only, he had more violet eyes as opposed to blue.
Sitting together in their bed at 4 in the morning, Arthur and Francis held their sons for the first time. They smiled and cooed over how cute the two of them were. Both babies had blond hair though the younger one's hair mostly resembled Francis' own. Not to mention, the younger one had a cute curl springing from the small patch of wavy hair on his head. The older one had a strange cowlick in his hair. Still though, they were both precious.
"What shall we call them?" Arthur asked suddenly.
"You will name one and I will name the other." Francis replied.
"I would like the first born to have an English name if that's okay?" Arthur said but it came out more like a question.
Francis nodded and smiled gently.
"Okay.. I've always liked the name Alfred.. What do you think?" The Englishman suggested.
The Frenchman looked down at said first born in his arms and thought for a moment. "I think it fits him."
Arthur grinned. "And what shall you name the younger one?"
"Something French." Francis declared. "Something like.. Mathieu."
Arthur looked down at the younger one in his own arms just as Francis had done with Alfred and he nodded. "Yes I think that fits just fine."
And the two were happy with their new baby boys Alfred and Mathieu. They were proud of their small family and they had both hoped for the best with their children.
((A/N: Okay so I hope you guys enjoyed this one, I know it's not completely historically correct but I tried my best even though i had to make it a little off for the story. Wow second one shot in one day, I'll probably get to doing the next request today as well, thanks for reading, guys! c:))