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( Christmas Reveals )
“Mommy! Can I come to work with you and daddy today?!” She asked when she saw her male mommy. Even though he was a guy, he still liked being called mommy.
“Ve~ I don’t see why not.” Italy told his young daughter. “Go wake up your brother. Pasta’s almost ready.” Sofia cheered and ran back upstairs and into her brother’s room. She got pasta for breakfast, AND to go to work with mommy and daddy!
“Toni! Get up! We get to go to work with mommy and daddy after breakfast!” A younger boy opened one blue eye
“Soph? Why are you in my room?” The girl bounced on her brother.
“Mommy told me to wake you up! We get to go to work with them today!” Toni groaned.
“I’m up...I’m up...go away so I can get dressed.” Sofia jumped off of him and ran out the door. Toni reluctantly got up and stretched. He would never understand why he was more mature then his sister, even if she was older. He slowly got out of bed. That was one of the only things he inherited from his mother. He liked his sleep. He looked at his mirror, his bright blue eyes and his short brown hair. He quickly tried to slick it back...just like his dad’s. He wanted to be just like his dad when he was older. This was unlike Sofia, she wanted to be like their mother. Playing all the time, having fun, and having someone else take care of everything. Sofia was a year older then him, and taller.
She had their father’s blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes that matched both his and his father. One thing that they had in common was the curls. They both had gotten one just like their mother. Just like their mother. He often had to yell at people that got to close to his curl, because it felt so strange. He wished he didn’t have it so he could be more like his father. He wanted to be like Germany so much... even if his cousins made fun of him for it. He loved his dad. He sighed as he finished getting dressed and then went to join his family for breakfast.
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Cain K. Jones awoke to the worst sound in the world to wake up to. His brother’s voice.
“So, ‘Melia, you have the water?” He then heard the voice of his sister.
“Sure do! Should I dump it on him now?” Cain opened his eyes at that.
“Don’t you dare Amelia!” Cain sprang up in his bed to see his older brother and sister holding a bucket of water. Alexander K. Jones was tall. He had short blond hair, and bright blue eyes. He looked a lot like their dad, America.
He looked at his sister, Amelia K. Jones. She also had America’s height. She’d end up tall as well. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and bottle green eyes. She got her eyes from their mother, England. Amelia was also the only one of the three that had bad eyesight. He and Xander didn’t. He glared at his older siblings.
“Why do I even need to be up right now? I doubt dad’s even up!” America was always sleeping long after all the kids were up. Xander smiled at him.
“We have to go to work with mom and dad today!” Cain groaned, flopping back down in bed.
“I don’t want to. Can’t I just stay home?” Amelia spoke up next.
“Mom’s here and he said that we had to go...because he doesn’t trust Xander to watch us. Last time he did he almost caught the house on fire, remember?” Cain sighed, remembering the incident, and got out of bed.
“Fine...” He said, joining his siblings as they walked out of his room and to the kitchen, were their mother was about to start cooking.
Their mother was England, and Cain looked like him more then America. His forehead was covered by thick eyebrows, though, he did get blue eyes.
“Good morning Alexander, Amelia, Cain.” England said to his children, smiling at them. “I was just about to cook breakfast...” Xander’s eye’s widened.
“Can’t I? Or maybe Amelia can?”
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“No, no, not at all...you just...shouldn’t have to cook for us when we’re growing up and can do it ourselves! Future hero’s need to be able to cook, after all!” England went on to grumble about how America was teaching their children bad habits, while still not wanting to give up the right to cook. The four tried to solve the breakfast debate. Even though it could be deadly if the kids lost, it was still nice to be a family.
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Marie Bonnefoy woke up to the smell of her papa’s cooking. She quickly rushed to the kitchen to see her half-siblings, Philippe and Desiree already sitting at the table, and their papa was cooking breakfast.
“Morning Papa!” She said happily, taking a seat next to her (half) sister Desiree. Desiree reached over and ran a hand though her hair.
“Good morning, Marie.” She said happily to her younger sister. Even if they had different mother’s they were still close.
Desiree had dark hair and darker skin then Philippe and Marie. Her eyes were an orange color. She was always pretty cheerful. Philippe, on the other hand, was the palest. He looked almost like if someone could have a child with them self. From the blue eyes, to the wavy blond hair. He was the splitting image of France. France had always said that it was a good thing he was a boy, or it would be pretty obvious who his mother was.
None of them actually knew their other parent, only that they were different. Though, they all thought that ‘auntie’ Seychelles was Desiree’s mother, as Desiree had that exact skin tone. Marie, who was pale with blonde hair and green eyes, didn’t know who her other father was. She was the only one that was carried by her papa.
“Do you three know what today is?” Their papa asked them, as he brought breakfast (crapes) to the table.
“No, papa.” Philippe started, taking a crape, “What is today?”
“It is ‘Take your Children to Work Day’!” France said, happily. The three got smiles on their faces.
“Does that mean we can come to the meeting today and see everyone?” Desiree asked. France nodded.
“As soon as breakfast is over.” The three ate quickly.
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Take Your Child to Work day was the stupidest day ever. This is the one thought that ran through the only Williams girl. She had hockey practice! And now she had to miss it because of some stupid meeting she had to go to with her dad and papa. She sat pouting at the table, while her brother’s ate their pancakes happily with their dad and papa.
“Prusselle! Please stop pouting...” Canada, her papa, told her. “You can miss one practice. Don’t you want to see everyone?”
“Not really...I see everyone normally anyway... I don’t need to see Uncle Ass-er...Uncle Alfred make a fool of himself anymore.” Canada sighed. Prusselle pouted, playing with her white hair.
“Elle, it’s unawesome to pout.” Prussia, her dad, told her with his mouth full. Her brother poked her.
“Come on Prusselle! It’ll be fun. We can ruin their meeting!” That was Frederick, her oldest brother. By ten minuets. His twin brother, Dominic, sat on her other side.
“Plus, we’ll get to see everyone else.” Prusselle looked at her brother, they both looked almost exactly like papa. With long blond hair, and Dominic had a curl, just like papa. Frederick didn’t have that. Prusselle looked like Prussia though. She had long white hair and blood red eyes. Though, she had Canada’s face, and his cute factor. She didn’t even get yelled at the last time she got suspended from school.
“Fine...I’ll go...but I still don’t want to miss hockey practice.” Dominic almost smirked, a look he got from his dad.
“You know, I think Rafael and Hungary’s kid are going to be there.” Prusselle looked at him.
“Really? That’s awesome! Just like me, and dad!” She was already plotting, “And if Philippe is there...” she finished her breakfast. “I’m done. I’ll be back later!” She said, before running upstairs, her glasses almost falling off. Canada looked at his only daughter run up the stairs.
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“Because it will be, papa.” Canada sighed and went to find a bottle of pain killers, while Prussia tried to hide his laughter.
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Rafael Fernandez Vargas was actually in a pretty good mood. He was eating breakfast with both his parents, they weren’t arguing, his mother seemed to still be half asleep and wasn’t swearing. Though, his dad was still an idiot. Rafael took a bite of his tomato. Yes, they were having them for breakfast yet again. Rafael didn’t mind it though, like both his parents he loved the red fruits. They had them when ever he wanted them as well.
He didn’t like to admit it, but he was beyond spoiled. As an only child, he could basically get what he wanted easily. His dad was a pushover, always grinning and being stupid. His mother, was less idiotic, but still wasn’t all that tough. Plus he had a few uncles that liked to try and spoil him. He flashed his green eyes to his parents, his father was now trying to...make out...with his mother.
“Oi! I’m right here!” He said. His dad looked over and ruffled his hair. Spain smiled when he did it, Rafael had his hair....except for that one curl that stood out.
“I’m just trying to show your madre that I love him~” Rafael scowled, a look he got from his mother.
“Can’t you do that somewhere else, bastard?” He wondered if he’d get away with calling his father that today. Every now and then he did. Spain looked at him.
“Do you really mean that?”
“Mom calls you that all the time....I thought it was your name.” he lied. Romano, his mother, tried to hold in a laugh. Spain sighed.
“Don’t use words that you don’t know the meaning of.” Rafael tried to look innocent like his cousin, Sofia.
“What does it mean then?” He asked. Spain bit his lip.
“I’ll tell you when we get home today.” Rafael raised an eyebrow.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s Bring your child to work day!” Both Rafael and Romano groaned. Romano knew that EVERY nation would be bringing their child...
“Oi, bastard. Where are the pain killers?” He asked Spain, who went to get them. Rafael looked to his mother.
“You’ll share, right mom?” Romano nodded. Rafael took back what he thought earlier. He was no longer in a good mood.
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The meeting was supposed to start at 7. Everyone got there, children in tow, at 9:24. All the nations were sitting around the table, their offspring next to them. They all knew that they’d go and find something else to do halfway though the meeting. But, they also knew that the ‘something’ would be destructive. Everything was fine. Until they broke for lunch.
Sorry about the lack of France/Canada...but I gave you some France/World...hope that makes up for it~
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