England and Mikoto
It doesn't take England long to decide that one of the best things about this new world (besides his adorable little brother, his new adorable little colonies — which came without the added pressure/grief of being actual colonies - and his fabulous new eyebrows) is Mikoto Uchiha.
His new mother is amazing. And this is coming from someone who has zero experience with mothers, and way too much experience with a bunch of awful, loud, drunken, annoying relatives (not that many of the Uchihas of this time are better, but at least England likes enough of them that he can ignore the more frustrating of the lot).
Mikoto is strong, kind, and an amazing cook, even if he would prefer some nice, hearty English dishes. She makes him cute packed lunches, and brushes out his hair at night before bed (his long, silky, glorious locks of hair — oh, it was everything he could've dreamed off when he was a young nation, trying his best to grow out his hair only to find out that, for all his efforts, he'd ended up with a giant bush on his head).
She handles his new father with an ease that England hasn't seen from anyone else. To him, that's one of the most impressive things about her, because if there's one thing he has learnt about his new life, it's that Fugaku Uchiha can be an insufferable git.
(He'll admit, he is fond of the man, but his insistence that Flying Mint Bunny isn't real is more than a little annoying).
So yes. Over the years, England has come to see this quaint little village as home. Maybe it'll never be Britain, and maybe he'll always miss having that special connection with the land and the people around him — maybe he'll always miss certain people, that he wouldn't in a million years ever admit to missing out loud — but that doesn't mean he can't grow to love another place as well.
And of all the places he could have been reincarnated into, he supposed it could've been worse. He could've been reborn as an American. Or…a Frenchman.
So yes, it could've been a lot worse. At least he got an amazing little brother and a wonderful mother out of the deal.
It also helps that she likes his scones.
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Mikoto and Itachi
Mikoto hates Itachi's scones, but of course she'd never tell him that. It's one of the many things she's learnt over the years. She counts it among some of her greatest skills — excellent skill with a sword, a terrifying brilliance at interrogation, excellent control over her sharingan, and a very adept knowledge of how to deal with her oldest son.
Not many people can say that they've mastered that last skill. Mikoto likes to think that she is the first, and she makes sure that Sasuke will be her successor.
She adores her son, but she's long since learnt that dealing with Itachi takes a certain amount of care. For instance, even the slightest hint that a person did not like his cooking would probably end with a loud tantrum, broken plates, and declarations of war (Mikoto really needs to stop this last habit, because it's all well and good when he's still young, but she doesn't like the idea of her son threatening shinobi from other villages with war. She just can't see it ending well). Mikoto decides that a little white lie can't hurt, and simply throws the offending objects in the nearest hiding spot (like out a window, or a dark little corner for the rats to find).
It's simple. That way, Itachi's feelings are intact, and her insides are intact. A win win situation for everyone, and something that her husband and family have yet to master, for whatever reason.
Mikoto has also become a master at dealing with his constant barrage of questions. It gets easier as he gets older, but Itachi goes through a phase as a child where he just won't stop. They're the strangest questions too, and she can't figure out where they're coming from. Asking him will most likely to lead to more confusion, so she decides that the best strategy for dealing with them is to bullshit her way through them, and just hope he doesn't figure out.
Her son is very smart, considered a prodigy even at a young age, but apparently he can also be very naive when it comes to these things. Mikoto thinks it's adorable, and often can't resist squishing his cheeks. She can't help it — Uchiha make extremely adorable kids, and Itachi definitely takes after her.
"Mum," he asks one day, "if we're all Japanese, why don't most of the village look Japanese?"
That one is relatively easy to deal with. "Because we're not Japanese," she tells him, while inwardly thinking, 'What the hell does that even mean?'
Itachi considers this, and then nods his head, content with this answer, and hurries away. Mikoto counts that as a win.
The questions don't stop.
"You don't think my eyebrows will grow thicker later on, do you?"
"No, of course not dear. Uchiha eyebrows don't grow very thick." Well, that's not completely untrue, is it? They all seem to have fairly delicate features, at least from what she's seen.
"Mum, what if I don't want to be a ninja? What if I'd rather be a…pirate? Or a magician?"
'Then, my darling, your father would probably have a heart attack and we'd end up with a pirate or a magician as the clan head.'
"You can be whatever you want to be," she tells him, deciding that the likelihood of him not becoming a shinobi is pretty low.
"Mum, do you think Shisui end up being a pervert like the Frog?"
'He better not be or I'll kill him myself. Also, who the hell is the Frog?'
"No sweetie. Shisui is a very nice boy."
"Mum, what if my new little brother declares war on me and then dumps all my tea into a harbour?"
She takes a moment to consider that one, because she has no idea where the hell it came from, and it seems like an oddly specific scenario.
In the end she simply says, "Everyone gets a little nervous about becoming a big brother or sister. You'll love your new little sibling."
At least she hopes so. She's never had a younger sibling herself, so she doesn't really know.
Itachi looks unconvinced, but Mikoto's sure things will work out in the end (or at least she really, really hopes they will).
Mikoto's son is strange, and nothing like she ever imagined a child of her's would be like, and she completely and utterly adores him.