Kiris

Prologue

 The city was bustling with life, people bundled up in their jackets walking down the sidewalk, staring down, locked to their digital screens. Drivers honking at the unmoving traffic on the icy roads, the stunning architecture, standing tall, allowing everyone to admire them. One place in particular was bustling with even more life at the moment. The hospital.

The waiting room was filled with anxious, yet gleeful people. Nations, specifically. Some were smiling ear to ear, pacing around the waiting room, but they were all excited to meet the new member of the family and all the new fond memories that will come with it.

In one specific room held a pregnant woman and a nervous soon-to-be father.

The man grabbed his lover's hand, which she squeezed as tightly as she could, her knuckles starting to turn white. "You're doing wonderful, mon amour." He kissed her sweaty sticky forehead, wiping some strands of hair out of the way that was stuck to her forehead. "You're doing so wonderful."

A nurse went into the meeting room, telling the cheerful family about the good news. The child has been born. The nurse warned them to be quiet, especially one person in the room talking loudly, practically yelling at the news.

"What's her name?" Arthur asked, staring lovingly at the newborn child.

"Fleur," Ariannia said weakly, "Fleur Bonnefoy."

"Fleur Bonnefoy, personification of Paris," Arthur whispered to himself. "Brilliant name, love." He reached his arms out slightly, "May I?"

She nodded her head, a croaked yes escaping from her lips. Arthur picked up the fragile child, Fleur, without hesitation, started crying once she was away from her mother.

"Sssh, ssh, there there love, I've got you. Hmm? It's me your grandpa. Dear God, she is so beautiful."

Arthur passed her gently to another member of the family. This continued on until she got back to her mother. Her crying died down going around the members, but grew restful once she was in her mother's arms once again.

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She was just a toddler now, being about ten months. She has already been starting to cruise, so her parents thought it would be the best to try to teach her to walk. They went into their living room, where there was good amount of sturdy furniture where she could grab to regain her balance if need be.

They set her in front of Ariannia, while Francis went up behind her helping her get up. Once she got up, Francis kept on holding her hands, moving his hands down to her ribs, guiding her to Ariannia. Ariannia called for her child, having a toy that makes noise whenever she shakes it.

"Come on Fleur, you're almost here. Come to Mama."

Once she got close enough to Ariannia, Francis let go allowing Ariannia to catch her and engulf her in kisses.

They kept repeating this boring cycle until they thought she could do it by herself. Francis still stayed behind her incase she fell, but this was unnecessary. With a few stumble of steps she made it to her Mama. They both smiled, proud of their daughter's new accomplishment.

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Fleur was at the dining table with printer paper surrounding all around her with scribbles over them. Some were just random scribbles sometimes they were even circles. Yet some of them you could tell a picture, like the one that Francis spot out.

He picked up the paper that he was eyeing. It looked like she tried to draw three people. "Mon chéri, what's this?"

She looked up at what he was showing her, "Dat's us."