Just Ours [1a/???]
anonymous
December 17 2010, 03:37:08 UTC
Original request : So female!nation A is in an established relationship with female!nation B and they both decide they want to start a family. I want to see them weighting their options, artificial insemination, adoption, going to a sperm bank etc, choosing one and going through the whole painful process, with one of them maybe having cold feet at one point, plus fights, and the impotence that one feels for not being able to get her girlfriend pregnant, etc . I want all the troubles forgotten after they finally have their baby in their hands.
Whatever option they choose is up to you. I also don't mind who the nations are and I don't mind genderbend although I would really prefer canon female nations.
Bonus: They decide to get married before starting the family (description of teh wedding = love) - - -
“I want a baby.”
Natalya sat in the kitchen, a hot mug of tea in her cold hands. The apartment was dark, the only light was what drifted in through the windows from the streets below, and the glow of numbers on the stove. Those numbers read 2:48AM.
It was far to late for her still be up, when she had work in the morning. Certainly, she'd be of no use if she had bags under her eyes.
“A baby?”
Taking a sip of her tea, those icy blue eyes scanned over the dark of the apartment. From her seat, she could see into the living room, taking in the dark outlines of furniture. With the added light from street lamps and the few cars going by at this time of night, it made an abstract scene.
“Mmhm... Oui, a petite bebe.”
She finished the tea, and stood up, placing the mug in the sink. Standing there, hands on the counter, she lowered her head and closed her eyes. It was cold in the apartment tonight. The heat turned down to save money. Even with their combined paychecks, oil still cost too much to waste it while they were sleeping under mountains of blankets.
“Why? Am I not good enough for you love?”
Pushing away from the sink, she arched her back, and ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the few knots that had managed to work their way in.
“Oh, mon belle! My love, of course you enough. You are everything.”
Turning on the spout, she listened, more than watched, as the mug was filled with clear, cold, liquid. Heard it slosh and swish, before overflowing, and sliding down the drain in a colorless swirl.
“Then why do you need a baby?”
She turned off the water, and closed her eyes, letting her head loll to the side. The apartment wasn't silent. She could hear the sounds of the city just outside their window, never really silent, even in the dead of night, on the coldest night of the year. They were muffled by the snow, and closed windows.
“I want something that is ours. Something we can raise, something that is both of us.”
If she strained her ears, she could pick up the sound of her lover's breathing. A soft, deep sound. She let herself focus on it, and the image of the other woman came to her mind easily.
“We could get a cat...?”
It was so easy, to see her lover. Curled under the three blankets, a sheet and comforter, an electric blanket that kept the whole bed warm. Knees pulled up to her chest, the side of her face buried in the pillow, one hand resting right in front of her, fingers curled gently.
“Un chat? Oh, Natalya, a cat is nothing like a baby!”
Leaving the kitchen, she picked her way through the living room. Trying hard to avoid bumping into anything, making any noise that might disturb the woman in the other room. She paused, to look out the window, at the light fall of snow that was only barely see-able.
Whatever option they choose is up to you. I also don't mind who the nations are and I don't mind genderbend although I would really prefer canon female nations.
Bonus:
They decide to get married before starting the family (description of teh wedding = love)
- - -
“I want a baby.”
Natalya sat in the kitchen, a hot mug of tea in her cold hands. The apartment was dark, the only light was what drifted in through the windows from the streets below, and the glow of numbers on the stove.
Those numbers read 2:48AM.
It was far to late for her still be up, when she had work in the morning. Certainly, she'd be of no use if she had bags under her eyes.
“A baby?”
Taking a sip of her tea, those icy blue eyes scanned over the dark of the apartment. From her seat, she could see into the living room, taking in the dark outlines of furniture. With the added light from street lamps and the few cars going by at this time of night, it made an abstract scene.
“Mmhm... Oui, a petite bebe.”
She finished the tea, and stood up, placing the mug in the sink. Standing there, hands on the counter, she lowered her head and closed her eyes. It was cold in the apartment tonight. The heat turned down to save money. Even with their combined paychecks, oil still cost too much to waste it while they were sleeping under mountains of blankets.
“Why? Am I not good enough for you love?”
Pushing away from the sink, she arched her back, and ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the few knots that had managed to work their way in.
“Oh, mon belle! My love, of course you enough. You are everything.”
Turning on the spout, she listened, more than watched, as the mug was filled with clear, cold, liquid. Heard it slosh and swish, before overflowing, and sliding down the drain in a colorless swirl.
“Then why do you need a baby?”
She turned off the water, and closed her eyes, letting her head loll to the side. The apartment wasn't silent. She could hear the sounds of the city just outside their window, never really silent, even in the dead of night, on the coldest night of the year. They were muffled by the snow, and closed windows.
“I want something that is ours. Something we can raise, something that is both of us.”
If she strained her ears, she could pick up the sound of her lover's breathing. A soft, deep sound. She let herself focus on it, and the image of the other woman came to her mind easily.
“We could get a cat...?”
It was so easy, to see her lover. Curled under the three blankets, a sheet and comforter, an electric blanket that kept the whole bed warm. Knees pulled up to her chest, the side of her face buried in the pillow, one hand resting right in front of her, fingers curled gently.
“Un chat? Oh, Natalya, a cat is nothing like a baby!”
Leaving the kitchen, she picked her way through the living room. Trying hard to avoid bumping into anything, making any noise that might disturb the woman in the other room. She paused, to look out the window, at the light fall of snow that was only barely see-able.
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I'm such a sucky Author for this, but I guess, the kinkmeme and I just don't get along.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=62324281#t62324281
^ Part two of chapter one.
And since I forgot in the Fill list, because I'm filled with fail. The coupling IS Belarus/Seychelles.
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