Playdate [1/?]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 01:45:34 UTC
"No, Noemi, don't do that -- !" Feliciano winced as her two-year-old daughter knocked the vase (located in the hallway just outside of the United Nations' meeting room) over, off of its stand. This was the second one today -- second, damnit! -- and he felt absolutely frustrated with her. Frustration was an unusual feeling for the Italian, but since his daughter had arrived, he'd learned the meaning of the word -- usually only heard when Ludwig was going on one of his rants about how Feliciano never trained or worked.
But this, this kind of frustration was totally, utterly, and completely different. It was the kind of frustration where you felt like banging your head into a wall multiple. times. and just giving up on life. Not like he could do that, though. Noemi was too cute and small and little and did he mention cute? to do that to. But damn, was she frustrating. He sighed, plucking the little blonde off of the ground and holding her at arm's length. He was fond of his daughter, yes, but he wasn't fond of the messes she made. But she was cute, and Feliciano often found himself absolutely melting when he looked at her little face.
But back to what he had planned -- Feliciano had arranged a playdate. Now, you might ask, what other countries had children? Well, it was quite simple: Feliciano had a daughter, Noemi. Ludwig had a son, Sascha; Kiku had a little boy as well, Toshio. And then... then there was Roderich and Annaliese. While both boys were relatively polite, Roderich's daughter was... well...
Herself.
But that was beside the point. Feliciano had arranged a playdate, and Feliciano was the last to arrive to said playdate. He hadn't changed. Noemi yanked at his tie some, and Feliciano gently pulled her chubby hand away. "No, Noemi... don't do that to Papa, 'kay?" She merely babbled some nonsense (had he heard the word 'pasta' in there? Oh God, he was so proud!) and pushed open the door.
What he entered to was absolute chaos, in all sense of the word.
Re: Playdate [2/?]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 01:49:12 UTC
[[OMG WROTE HER FOR FELICIANO IN THE FIRST PART IGNORE THAT D:]]
Six-year-old Sascha was sitting on the floor, eating some sort of popsicle -- that was all well and good, but Toshio had one too, and he was three and getting it all over the floor and his kimono. Germany was chasing after a small blonde child who looked to be about four -- Feliciano blinked. How had Reese gotten here? He didn't remember inviting Alfred. (In truth, the older blonde had dropped his son off as soon as he'd heard about the slightest hint of a playdate; he hadn't wanted to cooped up in the house with him all day when his mother was at work.)
He paused for a minute, before he was practically assualted by a small bundle of whiteish hair. Looking down, he recognized Sveta, Ivan's three-year-old -- she seemed to be hiding from Ludwig, who was still chasing after Reese.
Like Feliciano thought -- chaos.
He gently set Noemi down, then looked at Sveta, tilting his head. "... what is it -- " He paused when Ludwig finally caught Reese, picking him up and setting him in a corner near Sascha and Toshio, digging around in a small mini-fridge near them and sticking a red popsicle in the tiny blonde's mouth. Reese sucked on it for a moment, then gladly accepted it, sitting quietly with the two little brunettes next to him.
Ludwig straightened up and sighed, then looked at Feliciano. "Oh, thank God. I can't deal with all of these children. Mine's bad enough." He looked at Kiku's son, his own, and Alfred's, then put a hand over his face. "... and Feliks' son is supposed to be here soon. Dear God... " Muttering to himself in German, he shot a glance at Feliciano. "Keep an eye on the kids for me. Roderich will be back soon; he said he had to go to the bathroom, or something along those lines. And -- " he shot him a glare through bloodshot blue eyes -- "if Feliks comes -- DO NOT LET HIM GIVE THESE CHILDREN SUGAR. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FELICIANO."
Feliciano squeaked some and nodded, then watched as Ludwig sighed heavily and exited the room. All was quiet for a moment -- only the slight babble of children sounded across the room. Feliciano sat down on a small chair, observing the kids -- Noemi and Sveta were content playing with blocks, and Reese, Sascha, and Toshio had their popsicles. All was well.
Until the door opened again.
"LIKE, I'M TOTALLY HERE, GUYS~!"
Feliciano winced. Within a split heartbeat, Noemi -- who was often startled by loud noises -- started wailing. Feliciano scooped her up, and walked over to the door, looking at the Pole. "... o-oh, hi, Feliks -- "
Feliks dropped his two-year-old son, Eliasz, on the floor, then looked at the children around the room. "Like, there's like, a ton of kids here. Huh. I like, thought there were gonna be like two or three." He shrugged. "Whatevers~ Have fun with Eliasz, Feliciano!" Before the Italian could say another word, the blonde had left.
"... great," he squeaked, looking around the room. He couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with six children under the age of ten in one place. At least Roderich would be here soon...
Re: Playdate [3/3]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 01:50:27 UTC
He arrived an hour later. Feliciano wanted, wanted so badly to grab him by the collar of the shirt and shake him, but luckily restrained himself. Roderich gently placed Annaliese on the floor; she immediately toddled over to Sascha and began playing with him. Feliciano sighed. At least she wasn't acting ADHD today, like she normally did.
"... hello, Feliciano," Roderich said calmly. "I figure I might get straight to the point and play the piano so these bra-- children, will go to sleep." Feliciano nodded slightly; for Roderich to be at the point of calling the children 'brats', he must be pretty exasperated.
The Austrian sat down, and Feliciano felt somewhat soothed as he began playing the piano. However, almost as soon as he started, he stopped, for his tiny daughter was banging on the piano with her little fists, laughing and having a grand old time interuppting what was supposed to put her down for a nap.
Roderich sighed and placed her on the floor, then began playing again; he was sorely interuppted, and Feliciano didn't know how to react as he sternly glared at his daughter before playing again. This time, all was well -- at least, until the door opened again. Turning around, expecting Ludwig to be entering the room, Feliciano blinked when he saw, of all people, Yao, standing there with his own daughter, Song.
"Hi, aru~ Just dropping Song off, aru~" And with that, he left. Feliciano looked at the five-year-old. She seemed normal --
"SUCKY SUCKY FIVE DOLLA, ARU!" She squealed, running around the room with her arms up. Feliciano felt his heart sink. All of his hopes had evaporated. Looks like this was not going to be a normal day.
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After that day, Feliciano decided he was no longer having anymore children
Re: Playdate [3/3]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 06:18:47 UTC
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I was so happy to see that Ivan had a kid. I want to see more of Ivan with his daughter, I'll bet he's so cute with her~~I like to think that Ivan isn't as crazy as people think he is and that he likes kids. He did soend centuries with the Romanov children, after all.
I just peed my pants. That was so awesome! XD This turned out a lot cuter than I was hoping it would.
Is that a Noemi Letizia reference?! Because OP!anon just wracked her brain for almost half an hour the other night trying to make a joke about Noemi Letizia and failed.
But this, this kind of frustration was totally, utterly, and completely different. It was the kind of frustration where you felt like banging your head into a wall multiple. times. and just giving up on life. Not like he could do that, though. Noemi was too cute and small and little and did he mention cute? to do that to. But damn, was she frustrating. He sighed, plucking the little blonde off of the ground and holding her at arm's length. He was fond of his daughter, yes, but he wasn't fond of the messes she made. But she was cute, and Feliciano often found himself absolutely melting when he looked at her little face.
But back to what he had planned -- Feliciano had arranged a playdate. Now, you might ask, what other countries had children? Well, it was quite simple: Feliciano had a daughter, Noemi. Ludwig had a son, Sascha; Kiku had a little boy as well, Toshio. And then... then there was Roderich and Annaliese. While both boys were relatively polite, Roderich's daughter was... well...
Herself.
But that was beside the point. Feliciano had arranged a playdate, and Feliciano was the last to arrive to said playdate. He hadn't changed. Noemi yanked at his tie some, and Feliciano gently pulled her chubby hand away. "No, Noemi... don't do that to Papa, 'kay?" She merely babbled some nonsense (had he heard the word 'pasta' in there? Oh God, he was so proud!) and pushed open the door.
What he entered to was absolute chaos, in all sense of the word.
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Six-year-old Sascha was sitting on the floor, eating some sort of popsicle -- that was all well and good, but Toshio had one too, and he was three and getting it all over the floor and his kimono. Germany was chasing after a small blonde child who looked to be about four -- Feliciano blinked. How had Reese gotten here? He didn't remember inviting Alfred. (In truth, the older blonde had dropped his son off as soon as he'd heard about the slightest hint of a playdate; he hadn't wanted to cooped up in the house with him all day when his mother was at work.)
He paused for a minute, before he was practically assualted by a small bundle of whiteish hair. Looking down, he recognized Sveta, Ivan's three-year-old -- she seemed to be hiding from Ludwig, who was still chasing after Reese.
Like Feliciano thought -- chaos.
He gently set Noemi down, then looked at Sveta, tilting his head. "... what is it -- " He paused when Ludwig finally caught Reese, picking him up and setting him in a corner near Sascha and Toshio, digging around in a small mini-fridge near them and sticking a red popsicle in the tiny blonde's mouth. Reese sucked on it for a moment, then gladly accepted it, sitting quietly with the two little brunettes next to him.
Ludwig straightened up and sighed, then looked at Feliciano. "Oh, thank God. I can't deal with all of these children. Mine's bad enough." He looked at Kiku's son, his own, and Alfred's, then put a hand over his face. "... and Feliks' son is supposed to be here soon. Dear God... " Muttering to himself in German, he shot a glance at Feliciano. "Keep an eye on the kids for me. Roderich will be back soon; he said he had to go to the bathroom, or something along those lines. And -- " he shot him a glare through bloodshot blue eyes -- "if Feliks comes -- DO NOT LET HIM GIVE THESE CHILDREN SUGAR. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FELICIANO."
Feliciano squeaked some and nodded, then watched as Ludwig sighed heavily and exited the room. All was quiet for a moment -- only the slight babble of children sounded across the room. Feliciano sat down on a small chair, observing the kids -- Noemi and Sveta were content playing with blocks, and Reese, Sascha, and Toshio had their popsicles. All was well.
Until the door opened again.
"LIKE, I'M TOTALLY HERE, GUYS~!"
Feliciano winced. Within a split heartbeat, Noemi -- who was often startled by loud noises -- started wailing. Feliciano scooped her up, and walked over to the door, looking at the Pole. "... o-oh, hi, Feliks -- "
Feliks dropped his two-year-old son, Eliasz, on the floor, then looked at the children around the room. "Like, there's like, a ton of kids here. Huh. I like, thought there were gonna be like two or three." He shrugged. "Whatevers~ Have fun with Eliasz, Feliciano!" Before the Italian could say another word, the blonde had left.
"... great," he squeaked, looking around the room. He couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with six children under the age of ten in one place. At least Roderich would be here soon...
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"... hello, Feliciano," Roderich said calmly. "I figure I might get straight to the point and play the piano so these bra-- children, will go to sleep." Feliciano nodded slightly; for Roderich to be at the point of calling the children 'brats', he must be pretty exasperated.
The Austrian sat down, and Feliciano felt somewhat soothed as he began playing the piano. However, almost as soon as he started, he stopped, for his tiny daughter was banging on the piano with her little fists, laughing and having a grand old time interuppting what was supposed to put her down for a nap.
Roderich sighed and placed her on the floor, then began playing again; he was sorely interuppted, and Feliciano didn't know how to react as he sternly glared at his daughter before playing again. This time, all was well -- at least, until the door opened again. Turning around, expecting Ludwig to be entering the room, Feliciano blinked when he saw, of all people, Yao, standing there with his own daughter, Song.
"Hi, aru~ Just dropping Song off, aru~" And with that, he left. Feliciano looked at the five-year-old. She seemed normal --
"SUCKY SUCKY FIVE DOLLA, ARU!" She squealed, running around the room with her arms up. Feliciano felt his heart sink. All of his hopes had evaporated. Looks like this was not going to be a normal day.
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After that day, Feliciano decided he was no longer having anymore children
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...Marry me?
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I was so happy to see that Ivan had a kid. I want to see more of Ivan with his daughter, I'll bet he's so cute with her~~I like to think that Ivan isn't as crazy as people think he is and that he likes kids. He did soend centuries with the Romanov children, after all.
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That was so awesome! XD
This turned out a lot cuter than I was hoping it would.
Is that a Noemi Letizia reference?! Because OP!anon just wracked her brain for almost half an hour the other night trying to make a joke about Noemi Letizia and failed.
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I'm glad you liked x3 I'll gladly do more~
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