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“Jean-Paul, are you paying attention?” Francis whispered in his son’s ear, snapping him out of his daze.
“E-eh? Oh, yes papa. I’m listening.” Jean-Paul sighed. Honestly, who would /want/ to listen to this? He looked around one last time and finally locked eyes with his boyfriend. He was seated between his mother and his younger sister and on her side was his other brother and his father. He looked the most like Spain, but still kept South Italy’s curl. Jean-Paul smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Hi Jean-Paul~” He mouthed.
“Hi yourself, Carlos.” Jean-Paul smiled, mouthing back. Carlos’ little sister noticed the interaction and waved at him as well. Jean-Paul smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to Marianna. Their other sibling, Berto, was too busy muttering things to his pet rock and trying to get Spain to hear the things too than to notice the interaction going on between them. Yeah, Berto was always a little strange.
He felt a nudge on the shoulder from Canada to go back to listening to the lecture and he reluctantly complied. After all, he could be with Carlos any time after. Although he’d much rather now than later.
She was a lone wolf she told herself. That was her excuse anyways to get away from her mother and father. She’d managed to avoid having to sit with them for the meeting and instead sat at the children’s table, drawing pictures of her doing awesome things like fighting dinosaurs or being the queen of the world’s biggest and best castle. Because she was Maria Edelstein. Daughter of the most awesome Prussia and the still pretty awesome Austria.
Maria listened to her uncle Germany go on and on about some stupid thing about something called the economy. Who cared about that? He should talk about some awesome stuff, like the zombies living in mommy and daddy’s room! After all, there was so much moaning in there at night they had to be starving for brains!
Sure her mommy wasn’t allowed in the meetings and her daddy shooed her over here immediately, interested in actually accomplishing work but that didn’t mean anything. She was still the most awesome person in this room! So she grinned and continued to draw, not even caring when two other kids came to the table and asked if she wanted to play. She was too cool for a kid with a nose that big or a girl with an ego to rival her own.
She listened to them talking about what their parents did and heard them getting into a fight over the Space Race and the Cold War, but she didn’t pay much attention. Who cared about who won? She was gonna go to space herself one day and be the awesome astronaut queen Maria of space! Sure she’d just decided that like right now, but she’d do it just so that girl, was it Abigail? Just so Abigail couldn’t be the space queen! And she’s also make sure that once she was the space queen, that boy Vladimir or something couldn’t be a king either! Yeah, it was a great plan!
“…England, where’s Abby?” America frowned noticing that their daughter had slipped away.
“She just went off to play. Relax.” England smiled.
“Oh. Wait, where’d Peter go?” America turned around to find out where their first child, who had England as his mother and America as his father, had managed to get off to. He managed to find him a second too late when Peter jumped on Germany’s shoulders, grinning wildly declaring he should be recognized as a nation.
“…Oh bloody hell I knew we should’ve left him at home!” England facepalmed, wondering where they had gone wrong with that child. After that, ‘Bring Your Child to Work Day’ was officially terminated. Forever.
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I think you deserve some internets...and maybe a cookie too
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YOU. You get a gallon of Russia sperm as a reward! No, TWO gallons! Enough for a hundred pregnancies of half-nation babies! Take them! They're yours~
In other words: OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU
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