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xXkashikuXx: Why wouldn't I know who you are? And yeah, I'm working on the grammer thing
Montague felt really weird that day. He found out that he was actually a she, Monaco had to explain certain things to her that she shouldn't have known until she grew up a bit more and she had to wear a dress. Out of the three, wearing a dress was the weirdest.
"Monaco, do I really have to wear this thing?" Montague whined. She was wearing the light blue dress that her big sister had found for her. It was really frilly with puffy short sleeves and a lot of layers of lace under the skirt. Montague was even struggling with her urge to scratch her butt repeatedly in front of Monaco.
Monaco frowned. Like France, she couldn't see her baby sister to be upset. "You have to, Montague, or big brother will be very upset later," she spoke gently to the girl. Montague's lower lip began to quiver. She could barely stand wearing the heinous monstrosity of a dress forever. Monaco patted her little blonde head. "Afterwards, you can wear your regular shirt and pants again, alright?" She smiled when she saw the look of happiness on Montague's face.
The two girls eventually reached the kitchen. Monaco knew France would be there first thing in the morning to not only cook breakfast but to perfect his culinary skills. Truth to be told, France was there. He wasn't cooking though. He seemed to be staring at the wall with a depressed air around him.
Montague looked between her big sister and big brother. She felt confused. She didn't like that. She pointed her little index finger at France while looking up to her big sister. "Monaco, why is France acting like Mr. England when no one wants his food?"
France's ear wiggled when he heard his precious little brother's adorable little squeaky voice. He turned to his younger brother's voice with tears of happiness coming from the corners of his eyes. "Montague, come here to your big brother, mon mignon petit frère!"
Monaco almost slapped her forehead. France ran blindly to Montague and hugged her without even noticing she's wearing a dress. He kept showering the little girl with kisses and hugs occasionally squealing at his little brother's cuteness. The young lady grumbled lowly at his brother's ignorance. "Frère aîné," Monaco spoke in perfect French. "Montaguen'est pasun garçon.Elle est une fille" Hopefully France would listen to her when she spoke French.
"Oh, really?" France asked while bouncing Montague on his lap. He turned his attention back to the giggling child and noticed the dress his little brother was wearing. His heart skipped a beat. He puts Montague down and frantically checks the child himself. "My little brother is actually a little sister!" he gasped. He looked up to the giggling child. France's heart beat grew faster and faster. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks.
Montague frowned when France stopped bouncing her on his lap. "France, why did you stop?" she whined. When he didn't respond to her, she huffed and went over to Monaco. She tugged on her sister's sleeve. "Monaco, I'm hungry"
Monaco nodded at the young girl. "Alright, I'll fix you some breakfast," she sighed when she received the puffed up cheeks as well. "And then we'll go to England's house and you can play with America," she added.
Montague grinned. "Okay"
Monaco fixed both of them some breakfast. She smiled when Montague kept asking for more toast with jam. Usually Monaco would not give extra helpings of any meal to anyone but the little nation before her was an exception. After gobbling half a loaf of bread, it was off to England's house.
Monaco and Montague arrived at England's home. England and America had been to visit Montague lots of times but this was Montague's first time at their house. Montague could not keep her mouth closed. England's house was a million times bigger than France's house and it looked just as fancy too.
Monaco rang the doorbell. She turned to the gawking child. "Montague," she called. Montague quickly closed her mouth and turned her attention to Monaco. "I will pick you up five later. Be on your best behavior and be nice"
"Okay, big sissy," Montague nodded with a smile. She hugged Monaco and gave her a kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye. When Monaco left, the sound of a door opening came from behind her.
"Hey, it's little Montague!"
Montague turned around. She practically squealed. "America! Wow, you're so big!" She gawked at the teenager.
America grinned and picked Montague up. "Thanks," he said while closing the door with his foot. "Say, what's with the dress, Montague? Are you becoming girly behind my back?" he asked while raising a playful eyebrow at her.
Montague huffed in annoyance. "Monaco made me wear it," she pouted. The little girl balled her little hand in a fist and punched the American at the head. "Make fun of me and you'll get more of that!"
"Ow! I get it!" he laughed while rubbing the bump at the side of his head. America had always known Montague had a temper problem. Luckily, he had a thick skull or he would have been dead years ago. "So, Montague, how old are you now?"
Montague beamed. She put out her two hands; one hand with all five fingers and the other with only her thumb out. America gasped. "You're six years old? I had no idea!" He grinned when the girl looked up to him with curiosity in her blue eyes. America heard the sound of footsteps. He turned to it and saw his elder brother coming down the stair. "Hey, England! Look who came for a visit!" he yelled while pointing at the little port nation in his arms.
England looked up and saw Montague. He especially noticed the dress she was wearing. "So that wine bastard finally, found out you were actually a girl, Montague?" he asked when walking up to the two.
Montague blinked. "You knew I was a girl, Mr. England?"
England smiled and patted the girl's light blonde hair. "Yes, I did. I have to say the dress looks good on you, Montague"
Montague blushed. America saw the blush on Montague's face. He laughed. "Aw, Montague is blushing!" he said while poking the little girl's chubby cheeks. She huffed and punched America on the head again. "Ow! Okay! I'm sorry!"
Montague felt she needed to do something. She squirmed until America puts her down. She ran over to England and tugged on his green military uniform pants. He raised his thick eyebrows to her. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked while chewing on her bottom lip. "I need to go wee-wee," she squeaked. She was blinking hard and doing the little tinkle dance.
England sighed and pointed to the door on the right. "Thank you," Montague whispered nervously and ran as fast as her little feet could. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
America sighed and turned to England. "So, England," the younger nation eyed his brother's formal clothing. "You meeting someone or something?" America asked in his American style speaking.
England narrowed his eyes at America and poked the younger nation's forehead. America cringed back at it. "Firstly, the correct term is "Are you meeting someone or something?" America nodded and rubbed his forehead at the grammar lesson. "Secondly, yes, I am meeting another country today. We will be discussing important matters so I want you and Montague to stay out of the library"
"Sure thing, Iggy!" America said with a little playful salute. England sighed as a response and went away to do preparations for his guest. When he was gone, America frowned. England was always working. He never really had time for America at all. Maybe it was time he gets his independence and stop being a bother to England.
"America!"
America turned to the voice. He was tackled to the ground by none other than Montague. "It's time to play, America!" The young teenager smiled at the child on top of him. He grinned at her.
"Okay, Montague!" Maybe when America gets his independence, he would help take care of Montague when France is away. He'll probably be like a second brother to the little nation (even though right now he technically is her big brother).
The two countries spent the entire afternoon together. They played tag and make believe in which most of the time America was the hero. They played mostly around the mansion and at the back gardens. Montague enjoyed her time with America very much.
Now it was half past three, both America and Montague were both tired out. They decided to rest at the garden. They lay under an apple tree on top of a small hill in the garden. It was very peaceful at the moment. America was actually spending time with other people besides England and the servants of the manor. This time together was rare. Maybe now is a good time to get to know her better, America thought.
"Hey, Montague," America turned his head to Montague. She turned to him as well. "Why is it that you visit England even though he and France aren't really the best of friends?" He had always wondered the reason for Montague to also have a close relationship of England while she is under France.
Montague smiled brightly at him. "It's because before France found me, Mr. England was there for me" Her expression softened. "When I was really young, I had nobody. I was always alone and nobody even noticed me. Then one day," she turned to the clouds and closed her eyes "I heard Mr. England reading. His voice was kind and gentle. It felt like he was reading to me. It made me so happy" Montague opened her eyes and turned her attention back to America. "He was like the daddy I never had"
America couldn't help but stare at Montague as she continued. She was definitely a child but when she was talking to him about England and France, she was a completely different person. A certain kind of respect for Montague grew inside America that day. He knows that no matter how much time has passed that respect would not fade any time soon.
Montague stopped talking out of the blue. Her eyes widen and she chewed her bottom lip. America sat up and helped her up. "Hey, Montague, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. She looked up to him with pleading eyes.
"I need to pee," she winced.
Now a normal human being wouldn't worry so much about a small thing like this but this is America, not a normal human being. America looked at Montague in horror. He grabbed the younger nation and ran as fast as he can into the manor. "Don't worry, Montague, the hero is on the way!" America shouted through the hall and to the nearest bathroom.
And the nearest bathroom was in the library.
England sighed with a look of relief on his face. "I'm glad we could settle this manner so quickly, China"
China nodded in agreement. "I feel the same as well, aru. With this agreement, our countries will hopefully prosper, aru"
And without America and Montague to disturb, England thought. I better give them a small reward after this. He stood up and looked at China. "Well, shall we go have some tea now?" The Englishman almost smiled at the positive reaction he got.
"Hell yeah, aru!" China practically jumped off the lounge chair. "As long as it's not your brand of tea, that'll be great, aru!"
England felt a vein popped. He had to keep himself calm. He was a gentleman and gentlemen are not rude to their guests. Though that coolness popped when America came bursting through the doors with Montague in his arm. "America, I told you not to come in here!" England practically roared. So much for that reward...
America ignored England and rushed Montague into the bathroom. He closed the door and sighed. "That was a close one" He looked up and was faced to England. "Oh, hi, England," America said casually being ignorant of the glare he was receiving.
"Don't you 'hey' me, America! I told you that you can't come in the library during this afternoon!" England scolded.
America frowned. His head was lowered but his eyes looked up pleadingly to England. "But Montague needed to go to the toilet," he quivered his lower lip. England did not look amused at all.
Montague came out of the bathroom with a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw England scolding America. This was normal. Her eyes drifted to stranger in the library. She walked up casually to him (at least, that's what she thinks that person is) and stared up at him laughing awkwardly.
China stopped laughing and looked down to the small child in front of him. "Oh, hello there, little one, aru!" he exclaimed while picking up little Montague. She looked at him indifferently as he continued to bounce her. "Aren't you the cutest little thing, aru? Are you another sibling of England, aru?"
China sat Montague down on his lap. She shook her head 'no'. "I'm Montague, France's little sister. Who are you?" she asked.
China couldn't help but smile. Montague was so adorable and innocent. "I am China, aru," he said. He took out a piece of candy from his pocket and offered it to the little girl. "Would you like some candy, aru?"
Montague's eyes widen with excitement. She squealed and hugged China. "I love you, China!" she squeaked. China chuckled lightly and handed her the piece of candy. Montague looked at it with awe. It didn't look like any other candy she had seen. In fact, it looked more like a coin rather than candy.
China laughed, "It's a chocolate coin, aru," he said lightly. He took the coin from Montague's hand and removed the gold wrapper from the coin. He held up the chocolate coin between his index finger and thumb in front of the awing child. "It is very popular in my country and good in the market, aru," he said and gave Montague the chocolate.
Montague didn't hesitate and ate the chocolate. She chewed on it, making sure to analyse the taste. She swirled the chocolate in her mouth before swallowing. "It's sweet but not too sweet and has a slight bitter taste," she whispered softly but China heard it.
She's a total food critic. She really is France's little sister, China thought with a weak smile.
Montague looked up to China with a small smile. She puts out four fingers in front of China. "Four stars!"
Before China could respond, America grabbed the little girl in a panic and ran out of the library screaming, "The British are coming! The British are coming!" England gave chase. The thick browed blond ran like mad while holding up a fist.
China sighed and rested his chin on his hand. "At least now there is a new country I can do business with, aru," China sighed. He was still smiling though. Montague had left quite an impression on him. "She reminds me a bit of Japan when..." China's head hung in depression. A dark aura surrounds him as he is reminded of his memories. "Japan..."
"It hurts, Mr. England! Stop it!" Montague wailed at the top of her lungs. England stopped and pulled Montague off his lap. She looked up tearfully at England while rubbing her bottom. Both America and Montague were rubbing their butts from England's spanking.
"It's your own faults for not listening to me just now," England said with a parent-like tone. He sighed at the sorry looks on America and Montague's face. "Alright, fine! Why don't I fix us all a snack? Sounds good r..." England drifted when he looked up to the children. His jaw dropped in disbelief when they were both running away! "Come back here, you two!" England roared and chased after them. Eventually, they were caught but Montague had to go home so it was only America who had to face England's horrible food.
"So, Montague, how was your day at England's house?" Canada asked the six year old currently on his back. She groaned and dug her head in Canada's neck. "Tiring, huh?" he asked with a weak smile. Montague groaned again but nodded. "Ah, don't worry, baby, when we get home, I'll make you some pancakes for dinner. Sounds good, eh?" he said with a light Canadian accent.
Montague yawned sleepily as she rested her held on the elder nations shoulder. By the time Canada had arrived back at the house, Montague was already fast asleep.
"Montague, my precious baby sister, come to your big brother!" France yelled while running towards the sleepy little nation. He picked up the little girl while cooing to her. "I shall give you some warm milk and then a bath and a..."
Montague groaned at France's ramblings. She just wanted some of Canada's pancakes and go to bed. Unfortunately, France was still rambling on and on. She had to think of something to make him stop. "France, if you don't stop talking right now, I will run away and go live with Mr. England and America"
France gasped and he brought to silence. He nodded as fast as his head could. Montague sighed. She laid her head on his shoulder and looked over to Canada. "Big brother, can I have those pancakes now?"
Canada smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, Montague" He took the little girl from France and walked off to the kitchen, leaving France behind in his weeping corner of depression.
"Montague hates me...she doesn't like her big brother anymore..." France mumbled sadly to himself. "I have to make sure she loves me again. Tomorrow, I will use my most drastic measures of love!"
"France, I can still hear you!"
France quickly shut his mouth. He rocked back in forth in anxiety and fear of his precious little Montague leaving because of his mouth. He had to be very careful of his attitude with her from now on.
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