Cold War Wedlock (Russia/Fem!America) 2b/?
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January 9 2011, 23:36:43 UTC
Edward Larson, or Eddie as Emily came to call him, returned the expression before handing the envelope to her. “Just a few documents I was told to send over for you to look over. My, you’re starting to sound like one of those teenagers.”
Sticking out her tongue, Emily gave him a skeptical look. “Like you weren’t one?” They both laughed at this, as the woman opened the envelope in her hands. She slid out the stack of papers only to freeze as her eyes fell on the first page.
The young man’s laughter weakened until it came to a full stop when finding the nation go deathly quiet. Eddie looked to Emily with a concerned expression, realizing that her face had suddenly lost its color. “Are you alright, Ms. Jones?”
His words were enough to snap Emily out of her trance gazing at the document in her hands. Exploding into an awkward laugh, America nodded, slipping the front page underneath its stack as if to hide it from view. “No, nothing’s wrong…” The pause was long, unusual, “Just found out we might be having another… state. The Alaska Territory petitioned for statehood.”
Of all the things he didn’t know, Eddie Larson had yet to find out the identities of the states, the first of which he would meet being newborn Alaska several months later. He was smiling again in no time, not realizing what his nation was entailing. “Well, that makes 49 then, huh?”
“Yeah…”
“The sooner the better, don’t we have an Air Force base up there? We’ll need to establish some stronger protection to keep those Soviets from the new state then.”
The man could not have realized just how large an impact his words had had on the mother-to-be, who had gone quiet again. This time, her grip had tightened around the stack of papers at his reference. He had no idea that he had just reminded America of an extremely important fact about the state on the way…
Such as the state’s potential father.
Emily backed into her house, “Uh, hey Eddie, something just came up that I really need to attend to right now. We’ll talk another time, k?”
It caught the aid by surprise but he nodded before receiving a quick “Bye.” From the nation.
Turning into her house and shutting the door behind her, Emily bit down her tongue to keep herself from cursing. It was bad enough that she now clearly knew she was expecting, but it had gotten ten times worse when she recalled being seemingly chaste the entire year aside from one specific occasion with a Russian she refused to speak to.
America had to think this through.
What could she do?
What the hell could she say?
If the petition had already gotten through Congress why in the world hadn’t she been informed? And if it did, did that mean her boss already knew about the state?
Her telephone rang.
Looking up from her place in the entry hall of her home, Emily headed for the phone, picking it up she greeted with a smile, as if she hadn’t just been worrying her head off seconds before. “Good morning, Emily Jones speaking.”
“Good morning Jones, I do hope I’m not disturbing anything…”
Dread sank to her stomach alongside the Russian-American baby she was carrying. “Mr. President! How are you, Ike?”
“…I need you in my office… Jones… now.”
Author's Notes: Ike was Eisenhower's nickname. If you have any questions as to anything in the story please comment!
Sticking out her tongue, Emily gave him a skeptical look. “Like you weren’t one?” They both laughed at this, as the woman opened the envelope in her hands. She slid out the stack of papers only to freeze as her eyes fell on the first page.
The young man’s laughter weakened until it came to a full stop when finding the nation go deathly quiet. Eddie looked to Emily with a concerned expression, realizing that her face had suddenly lost its color. “Are you alright, Ms. Jones?”
His words were enough to snap Emily out of her trance gazing at the document in her hands. Exploding into an awkward laugh, America nodded, slipping the front page underneath its stack as if to hide it from view. “No, nothing’s wrong…” The pause was long, unusual, “Just found out we might be having another… state. The Alaska Territory petitioned for statehood.”
Of all the things he didn’t know, Eddie Larson had yet to find out the identities of the states, the first of which he would meet being newborn Alaska several months later. He was smiling again in no time, not realizing what his nation was entailing. “Well, that makes 49 then, huh?”
“Yeah…”
“The sooner the better, don’t we have an Air Force base up there? We’ll need to establish some stronger protection to keep those Soviets from the new state then.”
The man could not have realized just how large an impact his words had had on the mother-to-be, who had gone quiet again. This time, her grip had tightened around the stack of papers at his reference. He had no idea that he had just reminded America of an extremely important fact about the state on the way…
Such as the state’s potential father.
Emily backed into her house, “Uh, hey Eddie, something just came up that I really need to attend to right now. We’ll talk another time, k?”
It caught the aid by surprise but he nodded before receiving a quick “Bye.” From the nation.
Turning into her house and shutting the door behind her, Emily bit down her tongue to keep herself from cursing. It was bad enough that she now clearly knew she was expecting, but it had gotten ten times worse when she recalled being seemingly chaste the entire year aside from one specific occasion with a Russian she refused to speak to.
America had to think this through.
What could she do?
What the hell could she say?
If the petition had already gotten through Congress why in the world hadn’t she been informed? And if it did, did that mean her boss already knew about the state?
Her telephone rang.
Looking up from her place in the entry hall of her home, Emily headed for the phone, picking it up she greeted with a smile, as if she hadn’t just been worrying her head off seconds before. “Good morning, Emily Jones speaking.”
“Good morning Jones, I do hope I’m not disturbing anything…”
Dread sank to her stomach alongside the Russian-American baby she was carrying. “Mr. President! How are you, Ike?”
“…I need you in my office… Jones… now.”
Author's Notes: Ike was Eisenhower's nickname.
If you have any questions as to anything in the story please comment!
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