Charles Kirkland-Jones, Charlie as he was affectionately called had lived a typical life. Well as typical as one’s life could be when his parents were two men. And not just any two men but two immortal men who happened to also be nations.
His life started in a not so typical way. For starters he was born at home (not the most common place in modern times) and his father was the one to give birth to him. Or would it have been mother? The biology of nations was at times quite difficult to explain and understand, but Charles had been born; a perfect combination of both of his parents. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, he’d inherited them from his dad, the United States of America, along with his smile, charm and build. As far as what he got from his father England, his sandy blonde hair that refused to stay neat and his large thick eye brows, the things looked almost ridiculous on the baby boy.
When it came to him growing up things were a little more complicated. There was what to refer to his parents as, Alfred had insisted that he be called “dad”, because in his own words that was the awesome name that suited him best because he knew all the best things that dads should know. Arthur had refused to be referred to as “mom” or well “mum” (as Alfred had joked around in a terrible impersonation of an English accent), somehow they settled on “father” which seemed to fit him well. He was more of the “father type” then “dad type” anyways. He had more rules, was more proper and stern, and worried about making sure Charlie grew up to be the perfect English gentleman despite it being the last quarter of the twentieth century. Alfred was more about fun, he would always come up with the best games whenever he would pay his son a visit or when the boy would travel to America to see him.
That was probably the worst part of growing up as the child of two different nations-the fact that he didn’t often get to have time with both of his parents. Most of the children in school would go home and eat dinner with their mothers and fathers, but Charlie would only get to eat dinner with his father. Normally a terrible tasting meal the man had prepared, putting real effort into it, yet not being able to succeed. But when one grew up eating terrible tasting meals three times a day, they weren’t all that terrible anymore. There were often days when he would eat dinner without his father too, placed in the care of some woman who’d been hired to watch him while his father was away on official business. That distance and the business of his parents being nations was tough on him too, but he got used to it and learned to embrace the freedom of his father’s rules being suspended in his absence (though it wasn’t until his teenage years that he really learned how to used it to his advantage).
His official address was in London, in the same town house his father had lived in for quite some time now. It was always clean and looked nothing like a man and his son would live in it. It was more like what you’d expect an old woman’s house to look like. Floral and lace covered currents, old wall paper, doilies on the tables, floral ouch cover, and old photographs in sepia tones. The only thing missing was an affinity for cats and the mothball smell. Charlie’s room was nothing like the rest of the house, he had posters of his favorite rock stars covering the walls, trophies from playing sports, a messy floor, and stacks of comic books and videogames (gifts from dad). On holidays and breaks from school however he would travel to his dad’s place in Washington, DC. It was also a town house but had way more personality to it. The walls were painted interesting colors, there were cool photographs of airplanes, pop art, and various locations around the United States of America. The couches didn’t have old lady covers and the whole entire place said a young cool guy lived there. His bedroom at his dad’s house was much like the one he had at his father’s house, though there weren’t video games, the videogames were kept in the living room, because nothing beat blasting monsters on a big screen TV in surround sound.
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One of the best things about having a nations as your parents were the perks. You got to travel around for a lot less, and ended up on really cool vacations. And whatever you wanted for Christmas you typically got. Though in Charlie’s case his dad always gave him the better presents, his father always gave him at least one sweater vest and bow tie. Another fun thing was making up excuses. From kindergarten to about third of fourth grade whenever Arthur had a meeting with his teachers he was his father. It was quite believable after all his father didn’t age, but certainly was old enough looking to have a son that young. As he grew older though they had to get more creative, the first time they switched it up he was adopted. “Oh how wonderful of you to adopt a son Mr. Kirkland, you’re truly a generous man giving this boy such a good life!”, “You’re so young, but I suppose that explains how you are so youthful with a child as old as Charlie is.” Were what the teachers had to say about that, When Charlie got even older though the story had to change. “Your younger brother! Oh my it must be tough sacrificing your young age to raising your little brother. How kind of you. Well I’ll tell you you’re doing a fine job of it.” Were the reactions that came with that. And once Arthur had been made his brother things didn’t really change.
When it came to dating things were a bit weird though. Arthur insisted that he wait before ever taking a girl out for dinner, or a movie, or to just hang out. “You like her now but give it a couple of weeks it’ll pass over.” He was usually right after all they were just crushes. His dad however was much different, “You like her huh? Go for it!’ and encouraged him to hit on girls and try to pick them up. When Charlie finally got around to spending his time dating, it wasn’t at all hard for him to get girls to like him. Despite his thick eye brows he still had the charm of his dad and would use it to his full advantage. While away at college he was quite good at this and always had a date.
After he was finished with his schooling he moved into his own flat and got a job at a typical business. Charlie worked a boring nine to five but one good thing to come out of it was her. She was named Helen and worked on the same floor as him. The woman was absolutely beautiful funny intelligent and it was no mystery how and why Charlie had fallen for her and so fast. He would take her out talk to her about things, and just spend hours enjoying her company After a year and a half of dating he was ready to ask her to be his wife. When he told his dad that he was planning marrying her, he seemed very excited. “Go for it. She’s so gorgeous-yeah I’ve seen the photos.” All smiles and such. His father however seemed more , well concerned. “I’m glad you’re in love, but what are you going to tell her about us? You already look older then Alfred, how will you explain that we’re immortal, and nations, and well we had you ourselves.”
That was something to think about. He’d told her that he was raised by two men, but never that her was conceived by two men. Human biology just didn’t work that way. It was impossible. Other than that how would it be explained that he was human but his parents were something much more. There had to be some way to tell her and let her know the truth without scaring her off and making her think that he was insane.
“My parents want to meet you.” He said to her right after she’d accepted his proposal, “It’s complicated and well it has to be soon before my dad goes away again.” She nodded and agreed to meet his parents the following evening. Charlie was completely and totally nervous as he stood at the front door waiting to introduce his beloved to his father and dad. “Are you afraid they won’t like me?” Helen had asked him kissing his cheek. He shook his head and replied, “No, it’s not that at all… you’ll understand once you meet them.”
They’d entered the house and were greeted by both his father and dad. The four sat in the living room, and with a smile on her face she said, “I didn’t know you had brothers who would be here too.” There was an uncomfortable silence. Charlie’s sigh broke the silence, and then he explained everything. Alfred added things here and there and Arthur corrected him on certain points or pointed out things that he’d missed. She sat quietly eyes wide then stood up repeating that such things were impossible. People couldn’t be immortal. Arthur felt the need to correct her (after all he always felt the need to correct everyone). It took some hours to convince her and after she and Charlie had left for the evening he had to ask her if she was still okay with becoming his wife. Her reply was that she was fine with it, it would just take a matter of time before she could adjust to it all, but it seemed like she was able to well accept it.
When it came to what to tell her parents about his, they opted to go with that the two had passed away. Arthur and Alfred were introduced as his brothers (Alfred being younger and Arthur being slightly older, as for why Alfred was an American, they made up some silly little story). They seemed to accept it and sad their condolences about his losing his parents, and that they would be proud that he’d grown up to be such a good young man and would be happy that he was marrying their daughter. He nodded, thanked them, and agreed that wherever they were they were watching him and were both proud and happy.
When it came to the wedding, it was the typical kind of wedding with friends, flowers, good music and cake. Helens friends and family made comments about how Charlie seemed to know so any people from so any different places. Many of the various world nations had attended after all he was the son of both America and England, and both were countries it was good to be on the good side of. The whole occasion was as happy as anyone could have hoped and went far smoother than anyone could have hoped for. Even if Francis and Arthur couldn’t help but fight constantly, and Gilbert couldn’t help but cause a slight seen for attention. The newlyweds managed to laugh all of it off, for those kinds of things were just minor bumps and didn’t detract from the overall happy experience.
After a few years Helen greeted Charlie with news that was expecting a baby. When they told his parents they were excited to say the least. Arthur went right to fretting over her asking if she was eating well, taking vitamins and such. He even started knitting toys and blankets right away. Alfred was all pumped up and ready to go. Talking about teaching the kid how to play all kinds of sports, and make the baby as awesome as he was and how awesome as Charlie was.
When the baby came the excitement grew. And it was quite clear from the get go that the child would be spoiled rotten by his grandparents. The two named him Thomas, but they of course all called him “Tommy”.
Arthur showered the boy with stuffed toys he’d made himself. And Alfred played with the little guy tossing him up in the air until he was laughing and squealing so loudly from the fun he was having that Arthur became jealous his stuffed toys didn’t make the baby as happy.
Everything was wonderful. Charlie had grown up, gotten married, and started his own little family. Sure he was human and those things wouldn’t last forever. But he had life, and a perfect little one at that.
Before I knew that the nations had names I called England Charlie because his eye brows reminded me of Charlie from Busted (google it if you don't know and you'll see what I mean).
Yeah I got lazy and did the summary route, mostly because I said I would fill your request and would there for feel like crap if I didn't actually fill it for you. I had like this whole epic story in my head but when I went to right it it didn't want to happen (maybe I've been doing too much USUK lately)... so yeah just shoot me and shut me up from making these idiotic excuses...
His life started in a not so typical way. For starters he was born at home (not the most common place in modern times) and his father was the one to give birth to him. Or would it have been mother? The biology of nations was at times quite difficult to explain and understand, but Charles had been born; a perfect combination of both of his parents. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, he’d inherited them from his dad, the United States of America, along with his smile, charm and build. As far as what he got from his father England, his sandy blonde hair that refused to stay neat and his large thick eye brows, the things looked almost ridiculous on the baby boy.
When it came to him growing up things were a little more complicated. There was what to refer to his parents as, Alfred had insisted that he be called “dad”, because in his own words that was the awesome name that suited him best because he knew all the best things that dads should know. Arthur had refused to be referred to as “mom” or well “mum” (as Alfred had joked around in a terrible impersonation of an English accent), somehow they settled on “father” which seemed to fit him well. He was more of the “father type” then “dad type” anyways. He had more rules, was more proper and stern, and worried about making sure Charlie grew up to be the perfect English gentleman despite it being the last quarter of the twentieth century. Alfred was more about fun, he would always come up with the best games whenever he would pay his son a visit or when the boy would travel to America to see him.
That was probably the worst part of growing up as the child of two different nations-the fact that he didn’t often get to have time with both of his parents. Most of the children in school would go home and eat dinner with their mothers and fathers, but Charlie would only get to eat dinner with his father. Normally a terrible tasting meal the man had prepared, putting real effort into it, yet not being able to succeed. But when one grew up eating terrible tasting meals three times a day, they weren’t all that terrible anymore. There were often days when he would eat dinner without his father too, placed in the care of some woman who’d been hired to watch him while his father was away on official business. That distance and the business of his parents being nations was tough on him too, but he got used to it and learned to embrace the freedom of his father’s rules being suspended in his absence (though it wasn’t until his teenage years that he really learned how to used it to his advantage).
His official address was in London, in the same town house his father had lived in for quite some time now. It was always clean and looked nothing like a man and his son would live in it. It was more like what you’d expect an old woman’s house to look like. Floral and lace covered currents, old wall paper, doilies on the tables, floral ouch cover, and old photographs in sepia tones. The only thing missing was an affinity for cats and the mothball smell. Charlie’s room was nothing like the rest of the house, he had posters of his favorite rock stars covering the walls, trophies from playing sports, a messy floor, and stacks of comic books and videogames (gifts from dad). On holidays and breaks from school however he would travel to his dad’s place in Washington, DC. It was also a town house but had way more personality to it. The walls were painted interesting colors, there were cool photographs of airplanes, pop art, and various locations around the United States of America. The couches didn’t have old lady covers and the whole entire place said a young cool guy lived there. His bedroom at his dad’s house was much like the one he had at his father’s house, though there weren’t video games, the videogames were kept in the living room, because nothing beat blasting monsters on a big screen TV in surround sound.
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When it came to dating things were a bit weird though. Arthur insisted that he wait before ever taking a girl out for dinner, or a movie, or to just hang out. “You like her now but give it a couple of weeks it’ll pass over.” He was usually right after all they were just crushes. His dad however was much different, “You like her huh? Go for it!’ and encouraged him to hit on girls and try to pick them up. When Charlie finally got around to spending his time dating, it wasn’t at all hard for him to get girls to like him. Despite his thick eye brows he still had the charm of his dad and would use it to his full advantage. While away at college he was quite good at this and always had a date.
After he was finished with his schooling he moved into his own flat and got a job at a typical business. Charlie worked a boring nine to five but one good thing to come out of it was her. She was named Helen and worked on the same floor as him. The woman was absolutely beautiful funny intelligent and it was no mystery how and why Charlie had fallen for her and so fast. He would take her out talk to her about things, and just spend hours enjoying her company After a year and a half of dating he was ready to ask her to be his wife. When he told his dad that he was planning marrying her, he seemed very excited. “Go for it. She’s so gorgeous-yeah I’ve seen the photos.” All smiles and such. His father however seemed more , well concerned. “I’m glad you’re in love, but what are you going to tell her about us? You already look older then Alfred, how will you explain that we’re immortal, and nations, and well we had you ourselves.”
That was something to think about. He’d told her that he was raised by two men, but never that her was conceived by two men. Human biology just didn’t work that way. It was impossible. Other than that how would it be explained that he was human but his parents were something much more. There had to be some way to tell her and let her know the truth without scaring her off and making her think that he was insane.
“My parents want to meet you.” He said to her right after she’d accepted his proposal, “It’s complicated and well it has to be soon before my dad goes away again.” She nodded and agreed to meet his parents the following evening. Charlie was completely and totally nervous as he stood at the front door waiting to introduce his beloved to his father and dad. “Are you afraid they won’t like me?” Helen had asked him kissing his cheek. He shook his head and replied, “No, it’s not that at all… you’ll understand once you meet them.”
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When it came to what to tell her parents about his, they opted to go with that the two had passed away. Arthur and Alfred were introduced as his brothers (Alfred being younger and Arthur being slightly older, as for why Alfred was an American, they made up some silly little story). They seemed to accept it and sad their condolences about his losing his parents, and that they would be proud that he’d grown up to be such a good young man and would be happy that he was marrying their daughter. He nodded, thanked them, and agreed that wherever they were they were watching him and were both proud and happy.
When it came to the wedding, it was the typical kind of wedding with friends, flowers, good music and cake. Helens friends and family made comments about how Charlie seemed to know so any people from so any different places. Many of the various world nations had attended after all he was the son of both America and England, and both were countries it was good to be on the good side of. The whole occasion was as happy as anyone could have hoped and went far smoother than anyone could have hoped for. Even if Francis and Arthur couldn’t help but fight constantly, and Gilbert couldn’t help but cause a slight seen for attention. The newlyweds managed to laugh all of it off, for those kinds of things were just minor bumps and didn’t detract from the overall happy experience.
After a few years Helen greeted Charlie with news that was expecting a baby. When they told his parents they were excited to say the least. Arthur went right to fretting over her asking if she was eating well, taking vitamins and such. He even started knitting toys and blankets right away. Alfred was all pumped up and ready to go. Talking about teaching the kid how to play all kinds of sports, and make the baby as awesome as he was and how awesome as Charlie was.
When the baby came the excitement grew. And it was quite clear from the get go that the child would be spoiled rotten by his grandparents. The two named him Thomas, but they of course all called him “Tommy”.
Arthur showered the boy with stuffed toys he’d made himself. And Alfred played with the little guy tossing him up in the air until he was laughing and squealing so loudly from the fun he was having that Arthur became jealous his stuffed toys didn’t make the baby as happy.
Everything was wonderful. Charlie had grown up, gotten married, and started his own little family. Sure he was human and those things wouldn’t last forever. But he had life, and a perfect little one at that.
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But thank you for the fill!
and thanks for the psych-out. :P I thought someone was actually writing about my Charlie Kirkland for a minute.
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Before I knew that the nations had names I called England Charlie because his eye brows reminded me of Charlie from Busted (google it if you don't know and you'll see what I mean).
Yeah I got lazy and did the summary route, mostly because I said I would fill your request and would there for feel like crap if I didn't actually fill it for you. I had like this whole epic story in my head but when I went to right it it didn't want to happen (maybe I've been doing too much USUK lately)... so yeah just shoot me and shut me up from making these idiotic excuses...
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