Re: The Dominion [3/5]
anonymous
December 16 2009, 01:41:52 UTC
“‘s he okay?” England heard a young voice ask. He wanted to open his eyes and see what exactly was happening, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure he was ready to face reality. The voice sounded familiar, perhaps it was New Hampshire?
“Course he is. Can’t believe he came back so fast though.” Massachusetts’ voice said with a bit of a scoff.
“Told ya he wasn’t gonna like the idea, mom.” Another voice stated, this time it sounded like Connecticut, and England could just imagine the sneer on the boy’s face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Connecticut.” America growled, obviously irate. “He’s just a little surprised is all.”
“Didn’t know ‘surprised’ and ‘scared into fainting’ were synonymous.” A fifth voice laughed weakly. Only one colony had such a sickly sounding voice. Of course it would be Rhode Island being the smartass, wouldn’t it?
“Rhode Island, don’t you dare start!” America growled again before the lot of them went quiet. “England? England, please wake up…”
England reluctantly cracked one eye open to see America looking down at him worriedly surrounded by his northern-most colonies. The colonies all seemed less than pleased to see their ‘father’ awake.
“Great. He’s up. Can we get back to business now, mom?” Massachusetts said, the acidity in his voice only surpassed by the bitter tones America could take.
“I don’t see what there is to discuss with you. C’mon England, the floor can’t be comfortable.” America smiled as he offered out his hand. England pushed it away and stood up on his own, only to see that his nightmare was indeed an unfortunate reality by the size of America’s stomach.
“While it’s nice that dad decided to come back, I agree with Massachusetts. You can’t do this to us!” Connecticut grumbled, stepping beside his older sibling.
“I can and I will. It’s in the best interest of all of you!” America snapped back, hands once again protective over his swell.
“How the hell is that in our best interest?! All you’re going to do is restrict us and limit us! That… abomination is going to cause hell for all four of us!” New Hampshire shouted, pointing at America’s stomach.
“Don’t you ever call her that!” America screamed, normal blue serene eyes turned an icy shade filled with hatred. England took a step back from the fighting in fear. He’d never seen America act like this.
“Her? Mom it’s a menace! It’s only going to cause problems and civil unrest! We’re four different colonies! We can’t be bound by the same rules! I refuse to follow Massachusetts and his hardass rules!” Connecticut stomped his foot and the his two younger brothers agreed. Massachusetts narrowed his eyes but nodded.
“And I refuse to be under the same rules with these three who’ve given up my disciplined ideas for more ‘reformed’ ideas!”
“Well that’s too damned bad.” America stated, crossing his arms. “You’re going to have to listen to her when she comes into the world and there’s nothing you can do about it. She will be the dominion that rules your colonies and that’s all there is to it! Now get the hell out of my house!”
The colonies looked between each other and glared at America, but they reluctantly agreed and started out of the house, each giving England a dirty look as they passed. As far as they were concerned, it was all his fault. England meanwhile was trying to scold America for his language, but he couldn’t bring himself to yell at the boy in his condition. So instead he sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him for America to sit on. “America, are you alright?”
Re: The Dominion [3b/5]
anonymous
December 16 2009, 01:42:18 UTC
“I’m fine. They’re just a bunch of ungrateful brats. Domino will show them~” He cooed as he sat down, smiling at the bump of their daughter.
“Domino?”
“A shorter name for the Dominion of New England. It’s cute for her, don’t you think?” America swooned as he rest his head on England’s shoulder. England nodded and placed an arm around America robotically, still trying to get his world to stop going 100 miles an hour to fully grasp this situation. America. Him. Daughter. He wanted to find a way to escape, but he knew there was truly no way to now.
“I love you, Iggy.” America smiled, eyes slowly closing. England’s body stiffened, but his body finally allowed him to speak.
“I l-love you too, America.” And that was true more than anything. Yet, he could not bring himself to find a way to love this horror he had created. Soon after America had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and while England was sure he could run out the door once more, something inside him prevented him from doing such.
“Course he is. Can’t believe he came back so fast though.” Massachusetts’ voice said with a bit of a scoff.
“Told ya he wasn’t gonna like the idea, mom.” Another voice stated, this time it sounded like Connecticut, and England could just imagine the sneer on the boy’s face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Connecticut.” America growled, obviously irate. “He’s just a little surprised is all.”
“Didn’t know ‘surprised’ and ‘scared into fainting’ were synonymous.” A fifth voice laughed weakly. Only one colony had such a sickly sounding voice. Of course it would be Rhode Island being the smartass, wouldn’t it?
“Rhode Island, don’t you dare start!” America growled again before the lot of them went quiet. “England? England, please wake up…”
England reluctantly cracked one eye open to see America looking down at him worriedly surrounded by his northern-most colonies. The colonies all seemed less than pleased to see their ‘father’ awake.
“Great. He’s up. Can we get back to business now, mom?” Massachusetts said, the acidity in his voice only surpassed by the bitter tones America could take.
“I don’t see what there is to discuss with you. C’mon England, the floor can’t be comfortable.” America smiled as he offered out his hand. England pushed it away and stood up on his own, only to see that his nightmare was indeed an unfortunate reality by the size of America’s stomach.
“While it’s nice that dad decided to come back, I agree with Massachusetts. You can’t do this to us!” Connecticut grumbled, stepping beside his older sibling.
“I can and I will. It’s in the best interest of all of you!” America snapped back, hands once again protective over his swell.
“How the hell is that in our best interest?! All you’re going to do is restrict us and limit us! That… abomination is going to cause hell for all four of us!” New Hampshire shouted, pointing at America’s stomach.
“Don’t you ever call her that!” America screamed, normal blue serene eyes turned an icy shade filled with hatred. England took a step back from the fighting in fear. He’d never seen America act like this.
“Her? Mom it’s a menace! It’s only going to cause problems and civil unrest! We’re four different colonies! We can’t be bound by the same rules! I refuse to follow Massachusetts and his hardass rules!” Connecticut stomped his foot and the his two younger brothers agreed. Massachusetts narrowed his eyes but nodded.
“And I refuse to be under the same rules with these three who’ve given up my disciplined ideas for more ‘reformed’ ideas!”
“Well that’s too damned bad.” America stated, crossing his arms. “You’re going to have to listen to her when she comes into the world and there’s nothing you can do about it. She will be the dominion that rules your colonies and that’s all there is to it! Now get the hell out of my house!”
The colonies looked between each other and glared at America, but they reluctantly agreed and started out of the house, each giving England a dirty look as they passed. As far as they were concerned, it was all his fault. England meanwhile was trying to scold America for his language, but he couldn’t bring himself to yell at the boy in his condition. So instead he sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him for America to sit on. “America, are you alright?”
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“Domino?”
“A shorter name for the Dominion of New England. It’s cute for her, don’t you think?” America swooned as he rest his head on England’s shoulder. England nodded and placed an arm around America robotically, still trying to get his world to stop going 100 miles an hour to fully grasp this situation. America. Him. Daughter. He wanted to find a way to escape, but he knew there was truly no way to now.
“I love you, Iggy.” America smiled, eyes slowly closing. England’s body stiffened, but his body finally allowed him to speak.
“I l-love you too, America.” And that was true more than anything. Yet, he could not bring himself to find a way to love this horror he had created. Soon after America had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and while England was sure he could run out the door once more, something inside him prevented him from doing such.
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