Mine

PART ONE - Chapter One

September 30, 1607

Far deep in a forest, where bunnies and rabbits burrow underneath tree roots and few birds sing and huddle from far atop the branches, deer wandering and wolves hunting, plays two boys. The boys whose hair is as bright as gold, skin as light as sand, eyes the color of amethyst and the sky. Unusual, as they do not look like anyone of the land they reside in, and nothing like their mother. Their mother, with dark skin and long tangled hair, eyes the color of a wet stone. She was calm and ever so patient, the complete opposite of the boys she claimed as her sons. She loved them with her heart though, and would protect them till her last step and breath.

Sweet spring laughter rang throughout the area, followed by much rustling of clothes, the snapping of twigs, and the satisfying crunch of dead leaves.

"Got you!" The boy with the sky encased in his eyes yelled in a forgotten tongue at the other, who he had caught between his arms.

"Get off get off!!" The boy with amethyst crystals as eyes laughed, trying to push the other off from on top of him, but the other's arms tightened around him. They rolled around in the damp dirt, getting their gowns and skin dirtier than before. A bird song sounded not too far away, and to any other it would've sounded like a bird calling for others to slumber with as dusk was nearing. But they knew. They untangled themselves and ran towards the direction of the whistle as the sound bounced off the trees again. Over mossy rocks and sturdy roots, under low swaying branches and through rotting logs they went, following the echo of their dear mother's call.

"Time to turn in for the night." She tells them with amused eyes every dusk.

"Stay close to me, both of you. The white men arrived on our shores not long ago, and they have woken something deep in our land." Her usual silky and gentle voice had been replaced with worry. The boys simply nodded and grabbed their favourite fur blankets. They cuddled up next to their mother, one on either side, her arms wrapped underneath their small bodies.

The next day, the little boy of blue was in a field all alone, and all he remembered was someone calling to him late that night. He never saw his mother after, and it would be a long time before he got to meet his brother once again.

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July 18, 2017

*Bing!*

Ivan looked over at his phone as he set down his latest knitting project. It was a text from Arthur, or as it seems Alfred has gotten into his phone again and changed his name to... um... "Alcohol+Wedding Dress+Eyebrows=English Brendon Urie"

...

What?

He quickly edited Arthur's contact back to the plain and simple "Arthur". Why does Alfred like to make contacts complicated? That's a question for another time though.

,,Are you free this week sometime?''

,,Да, I am.''

,,Can you make a flight over here? I need to speak with you in person.''

Ah, so I'm finally getting the parental interrogation. Ivan thought to himself as he replied and grabbed his computer to make a flight over Europe to England. Him being not as enthusiastic.

Oh, you see, Alfred, one Arthur's former colonies that he still very well considers his son, and Ivan have been together for a while now. A long while. The rest of the world just barely figured out that fact a few months ago. A G20 meeting was being held in New York City and they were all present, including Alfred -it was being held in his country he had to be there duh- and Ivan.

Halfway through the first half of the meeting, a particular little snowy-haired state -the states and provinces were supposed to be kept a SECRET by those who had them, mind you- ran in crying. Instead of running to Alfred, who he called mama, he saw Ivan, who he called daddy, and ran right over to him crying "Daaaaddyyyy!!!!" and not far behind that crashed into the room was a boy with slicked back, bleached blond hair and another boy with messy brown.

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That was the start of a very interesting week. That was also when Ivan realized how fast the news spread. They both got a lot of texts and calls, the sub-subject differing depending on the nation. Hell, he still gets texts from nations that just don't quite believe or are interested in... um... their intimate roles... He wonders if Alfred is still getting them. He probably is, but he either just hasn't responded to them or he got tired enough to where his tongue got loose and spilled some things. God, Ivan hopes he didn't. It would have more questions on his part, and it's already scarring enough to hear those questions come out of his younger sister's mouth.

Ivan finalized the flight and closed his computer, picking up his knitting project and began to get back to work. The project was a thick blanket for Alfred. When he comes over, he complains for a bit about how cold it is before he bundles up in one of his own then Ivan's sweaters. Heh, Alfred never handled the cold well, and still doesn't. Ivan, whenever Alfred complains too much, likes to put his hands on the back of his neck to 'warm him up.' Needless to say there's a lot more yelling and laughing after that.

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Hello!! What do you think? My major worry is that I used too much figurative language in the fart half... not that I really know what that is because I don't know my writing terms as well as I probably should haha...

Anyways, I have a little headcanon that some countries/nations that have Federal Governments have their states and/or provinces personified.

As for the state intro in this chapter, in order are Alaska, New York State, and New Jersey.

Oh also I put this in 2017 because I don't want this all to happen when a pandemic is going on, y'know?