It was some years before France could visit America again. Trouble at home meant that he couldn’t come back, but he was sure that America could take care of things for him. He had his hands full, too, what with those 13 states of his. Or was it more now? It was easy to lose track of so many. France was sure that having so many states would only cause trouble, but it was better for America to learn that on his own then to have someone else tell him.
As he walked up the path to the White House, France noticed that America was sitting on the porch, playing with one of the states. This one didn’t look familiar to France, but yet something felt different about it. But France didn’t have much time to ponder it, as America had noticed him, and he waved cheerfully as he said, “Hey France! Long time no see!”
France nodded in return, and he smiled a little. “Bonjour, mon cheri. You have been taking care of yourself, non?”
“Yeah,” America said, “I even got a few new states, too. Actually, I think you’ll like this little guy here. This is Louisiana.”
The small state nodded to France, and then he said, “It’s nice to meet you, France.” But when he spoke, it was in a form of French that France wasn’t too familiar with. It was like someone had taken French and changed it a little, like as a regional dialect would change.
This made France frown. Since when did any of America’s states know French? “Did you teach him that?”
“No, not me,” America admitted, and he looked a little sheepish as he added, “He gets it from his father.”
“His father?”
“You.”
For a long time, neither country spoke. America was waiting for France’s response, and France was trying to process what America had just said. This was his son. Somehow he and America had created this little state.
The silence dragged on for so long that America started to look worried. Had he said it too bluntly? But before he could ask, France finally uttered one single word.
“Never again,” France said, sounding annoyed. To be fair, the sound of ten needy states would be enough to drive anyone into a state of voluntary celibacy. Though in France’s case, he wouldn’t remain celibate: he would just be better prepared next time. “From now on, we use condoms every time. No exceptions.”
“That’s what you said after Colorado and Dakota was born,” America pointed out as he held the newest addition to the family, Idaho, in one hand and tested the heat of the milk in the bottle with the other, “And that didn’t work out too well, did it?”
France sighed and reached up to massage his forehead. Kansas noticed this, though, and he hobbled over to ‘daddy’ and tried to massage his forehead too. Unfortunately, this meant slapping him on the forehead, which just made France’s headache worse. “Stop that,” he said, though he sounded unenthusiastic and had no intention of putting forth the effort to make the state stop.
But while France seemed to be at his wit’s end, America was actually handling things pretty well. Along with England’s kids and Spain’s kids, America had almost thirty of these little guys, and the number was still increasing. Of course, the older ones helped take care of the younger ones, but it still kept America busy. At least it was the kind of busy he could enjoy. “You know,” he said, looking over to France as he fed Idaho, “I wouldn’t mind having a few more. The more the merrier, right?”
France took a moment to take in the sight of America being so motherly. Sure, he was technically a male country, but he had a nurturing instinct that was second to none. If anyone was suited for this task, it was him. And furthermore, France noted, being so motherly made America look cute. So France just gave America a small smile, and he said, “If that’s what you want, mon cheri.”
LFDKJLSKJLFK--Oh! Oh my heart! What a beautiful family! *blubbers* not!OP anon doesn't even like mpreg all that much, but this? This was precious. Mommy!America and daddy!France and their little huge little family of baby states, oh my god, I think I'm about to die from the sheer amounts of cute. The bit with Kansas and France? KILLS ME DEAD.
I'd love to see more of this! It should be a series! :D
And before I forget, the sex at the beginning? Hot.
This was adorable! I have to agree with France, male nation or not, being a mum suits America! Can't seem to get enough of France/America or America with his kiddies. I do hope you write more!
As he walked up the path to the White House, France noticed that America was sitting on the porch, playing with one of the states. This one didn’t look familiar to France, but yet something felt different about it. But France didn’t have much time to ponder it, as America had noticed him, and he waved cheerfully as he said, “Hey France! Long time no see!”
France nodded in return, and he smiled a little. “Bonjour, mon cheri. You have been taking care of yourself, non?”
“Yeah,” America said, “I even got a few new states, too. Actually, I think you’ll like this little guy here. This is Louisiana.”
The small state nodded to France, and then he said, “It’s nice to meet you, France.” But when he spoke, it was in a form of French that France wasn’t too familiar with. It was like someone had taken French and changed it a little, like as a regional dialect would change.
This made France frown. Since when did any of America’s states know French? “Did you teach him that?”
“No, not me,” America admitted, and he looked a little sheepish as he added, “He gets it from his father.”
“His father?”
“You.”
For a long time, neither country spoke. America was waiting for France’s response, and France was trying to process what America had just said. This was his son. Somehow he and America had created this little state.
The silence dragged on for so long that America started to look worried. Had he said it too bluntly? But before he could ask, France finally uttered one single word.
“…what?”
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“That’s what you said after Colorado and Dakota was born,” America pointed out as he held the newest addition to the family, Idaho, in one hand and tested the heat of the milk in the bottle with the other, “And that didn’t work out too well, did it?”
France sighed and reached up to massage his forehead. Kansas noticed this, though, and he hobbled over to ‘daddy’ and tried to massage his forehead too. Unfortunately, this meant slapping him on the forehead, which just made France’s headache worse. “Stop that,” he said, though he sounded unenthusiastic and had no intention of putting forth the effort to make the state stop.
But while France seemed to be at his wit’s end, America was actually handling things pretty well. Along with England’s kids and Spain’s kids, America had almost thirty of these little guys, and the number was still increasing. Of course, the older ones helped take care of the younger ones, but it still kept America busy. At least it was the kind of busy he could enjoy. “You know,” he said, looking over to France as he fed Idaho, “I wouldn’t mind having a few more. The more the merrier, right?”
France took a moment to take in the sight of America being so motherly. Sure, he was technically a male country, but he had a nurturing instinct that was second to none. If anyone was suited for this task, it was him. And furthermore, France noted, being so motherly made America look cute. So France just gave America a small smile, and he said, “If that’s what you want, mon cheri.”
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I'd love to see more of this! It should be a series! :D
And before I forget, the sex at the beginning? Hot.
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*bricked*
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