90Legend
"Native Language"
'Thoughts'
"English"
Because I hate using Google Translate and I can only speak two languages... ouo;;
Prologue
Somewhere in Montreal, autumn of1872…
Francis squinted at the peeking sunlight blinding his blue eyes, and then squinted even harder at the pounding headache he had received from the night before. 'What happened last night? More importantly where am I-...' his thoughts were interrupted by a soft moan and shuffle in the unfamiliar bed he was in.
Cautiously, he removed the blanket to find him and his companion naked. Startled, Francis fell out of the bed.
"Mon Dieu!" he cried "Who are you?"
The woman sat up rubbing her eyes, Francis had to admit that she was really beautiful, petite slender body, nice descent chest, pretty round face, long eyelashes and larger eyebrows than the usual women would have. Francis silently gawks at them. He had to admit they bring her emerald green eyes out.
The woman squinted at Francis, and then began searching for something. She reached over to the drawer and picked up her oval glasses and placed then on her face "Oh, it's you," she huffed. 'She's British' Francis noted. Getting up she grabbed the plain under dress and put it on. "I guess you were too drunk to remember what has happened last night, French-frog."
Francis continued to gawk at the Briton in front of him. 'How can she be so calm?' he wondered 'We just woke up together naked. Not that I have a problem with it, of course. Then again I did yell and fall out of bed.' Francis chuckled then received a glare from the girl.
The night before began to replay in Francis head. From the moment where she stomped onto the stool in front of him to ordering a full liter of rum and complaining how her son and husband treated her. Being the gentlemen he is, Francis wanted to cheer her up, and continued to treat her to whatever she wants and accidentally ordering too much for himself as well.
"Did it all come back to you, frog?" she said in a somewhat harsh tone
"Oui, Mademoiselle...?" asked Francis
"Kirkland," she said with a curtsy "Alice Kirkland."
Francis' eyes slightly widened, he just had sex with the daughter of one of the most powerful man in England, while he, an ex noble, burned off the Bonnefoy family tree and living with traveling with an old man with a crazy dream to start a traveling caravan with his two daughters and Francis himself and anyone else who is willing to join. But in order to gain the money to even get the caravan, they had to work, and Canada was the best place for them.
His shocked expression turned into a smirk 'How wonderful.'
Alice caught the mischievous gleam in his eye and crossed her arms; with her eyes narrowed she hissed "What are you smirking about, you frog?"
"It's nothing, Mon Cher" he purred, he moved towards her, Alice was trying hard not to look there, since he was still naked. She stood her ground, still glaring at the Frenchmen as he snaked his arms around her waist "It's still early in the morning, and last night is a blur to me, how about we go for a second round to refresh my memory, non?" his smirk grew although Alice couldn't see it, she was busy processing his words.
Alice could feel her face warm up against his muscular chest. She pushed him away, hard enough to make him flop down onto the bed.
Alice made her way toward the Frenchmen and straddles him on his hips. Pinning his shoulders down she said "You're one strange man, you know that right" she smirked "Francis Bonnefoy?"
Before he could even ask how she knew his name, her lips smacked down hungrily and full force on his.
*~*~*Hetalia*~*~*
Months Later…
"Oh Francis!" sang the Old Italian man "Francis! It's almost time for us to leave! The ship will depart soon" Romulus Vargas and his two daughters stood at the doorway, waiting for Francis to finish packing his belongings for going back home to Europe.
Francis smiled "Almost done, mon ami." Francis closed his bag, he grabbed the emerald ring given to him by the woman he shared a night with. He had placed it on a chain to wear as a necklace, seeing the ring was too small to fit on his fingers.
Even before their little fiasco, Francis had heard of the famous Alice Kirkland while he was a child. He had a fancy for her even thought their fathers did not get along quite well. However, their Mothers would get along famously in terms of leisure.
Alice had to remind Francis that they were playmates when they were merely children. The memories came to Francis in a blur but he remembered them playing "King Arthur and Guinevere" and she would constantly say something about her 'Fairy' friends but Francis always assumed it was pretend.
Francis was thrilled when Alice had told him she fancies him, however, her duties as a noble still stands as a priority and having slept with the Bonnefoy family disgrace, she became confused.
Francis gave her his ring and told her to continue her life but still keep him in her heart as he will keep her in his. Alice took the ring with reluctance and gave him her own. He promises he will wear it everyday. With one chaste kiss they both parted in fear that one might recognize the other and begin to talk.
"You know," Julius started with a smile. Francis turned and saw that Romulus was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "You never did tell me where you went that one night, more importantly what you did."
"Let it be, old man" Francis chuckled, waving his hand "It is nothing you should concern yourself, oui?" Francis lifted his bag after he had finished his packing.
"Fine, keep it a secret then," pouted Julius.
"I think fratello found someone he loves," smiled little Feliciana, her hair curl on her left bounced as she did excitedly.
"Humph, who would fall in love with a pervert like this wine bastard?" growled Lovina, crossing her arms and glaring at the Frenchman, her own little hair curl twitched in annoyance.
Francis cocked an eyebrow at the little girl. He leaned down, smirking at the child "You know l'amour can strike at anytime. Even to a little gosse like yourself" he poked her collar bone, earning a smack from the auburn haired girl.
"Like that's ever going to happen," Lovina made a face "Don't lie, wine bastard. Lying is a sin!"
"So is swearing" warned Julius "Lovina, where did you get those words from? You should be like Feliciana, kind and cheerful" Lovina looked down to the ground, pouting her lips. Julius' serious tone disappeared "if you are not kind and cheerful, amore will not find you anytime soon!" Julius sang as he picked up a protesting Lovina off the ground and lifted her above her head.
"Let me go, matusa! Put me down now!" the four year old swung her legs until it made contact with Julius's elbow, causing him to drop her on the floor. Feliciana rushed to her sisters aid "You okay, sorella?"
"Yeah, just fine" replied Lovina, rubbing her bottom "don't pick me up like that papa! I don't like it." Lovina pouted once again, her face was as red as a tomato. Julius smiled and kissed his daughters forehead "Okay, my little one. Come on let's go back home" Lovina jumped up and grabbed her sisters arm immediately rushing towards the door. Leaving the two men to stand in the hallway of the home they have been staying in the past few weeks. Francis, with a smile on his face, walked out along with Julius, and then the two men and two children made their way to the horse carriage.
The dock was a fifteen minute carriage ride, but it didn't seem like fifteen minutes, with the girls gawking and pointing at everything they see as if they saw it for the very first time it felt as though it was shorter. Francis smiled at their youthful innocence. It was a beautiful day, especially for a long boat ride back to his homeland. Francis turned his head and watched as the buildings went by. It was a long time since he was smiling so innocently at the world. The horses neigh interrupted Francis' thoughts, Julius and the girls hopped out of the carriage.
Francis stepped out after the Vargas trio and turned around to saviour his last moment in Montreal. He stood glancing at the building and the sound of single persons foot steps made it's way towards him. He ignored the person and watched the carriage ride away in the opposite direction.
"Come on Francis, "called Julius "Let's go!" Lovina and Feliciana were also ahead, but were told to wait.
"Hurry up, wine-freak!" ushered Lovina "I want to get on the boat!" Feliciana was still smiling like there was no tomorrow. Francis turned, smiling he took a step forward. As his foot reached it's midstep, it hit something.
A sharp cry from below startled Francis, he looked down to find a little baby in a woven with a note attached to its blanket. Francis looked around to find who it might belonged too, but it was just him and the Vargas family on the dock right now. Then in elegant script his name was signed in front of the note. Slowly, Francis placed his bag down and picked up the baby, opening the note.
'Dear Frog'
Francis Chuckled at the failed attempt to start off a letter, he knew right away who this was from. But something was urging him to keep reading
'Dear Francis,
Months ago, you and I met in a pub in a drunken fiasco. But surely you will understand what is going to happen after you read these few sentences. As you already know, I am Alice Kirkland, daughter of one of England's most powerful man, wife of a powerful American Politician, and mother to a small boy who is one years old right now. Feisty little twig, I give you that.'
Francis let out some more chuckles as he remembered Alice talking about her first born son and how he would run about everywhere causing a whole bunch of mischief. Feliciana noticed Francis was not following closely behind her and her family; she tore away from her father's hand and ran towards Francis, so she can drag him onto the boat as well. But her pace started to decrease as she noticed the woven basket around the Frenchman's arm, Julius and Lovina quickly rushed to Francis.
Since the girls are too small to know what is happening they just stared at the adults "Francis, what are you doing with that baby?" Julius looked at the note Francis is currently reading
'Before I get carried away, you must know the hardships I go through being the only daughter of a high class family who cares too much about their image and wealth. It is highly frowned upon when adultery is committed, in my religion and in high social classes, you should know that, being the ex son of the highly religious Bonnefoy family, the popular importers of Wine and fine cuisine. So yes, what I am saying to you is that this child is your daughter, Francis.'
Francis nearly dropped the child on the ground, but Julius was there to take the basket away from Francis and show the baby to the twins. Julius stood up and patted Francis on the shoulder "It's okay, mío amico." But those friendly words of comfort did not reach Francis. He was too shocked to have this child at this age, not to mention with the Alice Kirkland. Francis took a deep breath and dared to continue reading.
'You are probably wondering how I have managed to hide my pregnancy and delivered this baby at your very feet. For the pregnancy, I simply told my parents this "I plan to stay in Montreal for a few more months alone for some vacationing before returning to Boston to see my son" and they believed me, so I dismissed all my servants and dealt with the pregnancy on my own, with the help of well trusted doctor.'
"Okay, that fixes the 'hiding the pregnancy' issue" Francis though "but how did she know I was here and how did she give me this baby without anyone seeing her?" He remembered the footsteps from moments ago; the stranger who walked behind him.
'I am currently looking at her right now, amazed at how much she looks like my Alfred and yourself as well. She even has your soft blonde hair, but her eyes are the strangest color.
I still have your ring, and I hope you still have mine, and please take good care of our little girl for me and DO NOT turn her into a pervert like yourself. Before I forget, she was born on July 1st.
Much Love,
Alice Kirkland
PS. I haven't given her a name, I thought I would leave that up to you since it would be unfair that I got to name her and surprise you at the same time.'
Julius rubbed Francis's back in reassurance and at a loss for words, he looked down at his two girls playing with the little baby. Julius couldn't help but smile at the little smile the baby was giving to the little girls, and that cute little laugh. Then the baby opened her eyes.
Julius gaped at the sight, the woman was right; they are strange, but beautiful at the same time. Feliciana and Lovina also stared at this "Papa, what is this color called?" asked Feliciana
"It's called violet, Feli. Viola." he answered leaning down and picking up the basket "Looks like we have a new member in the family girls."
"Yay!" cheered Feliciana, she ran up to hug the stunned Francis, but she frowned when she realized she wasn't being hugged back "What's wrong, Fratello?"
Francis snapped back to reality "C-c'est rien, petite caboche" with his mouth twitching, he managed a smile to the small Italian girl. Feliciana smiled back.
"So, wine freak." called Lovina with her arms crossed "What's her name?"
Julius handed the basket to Francis; he pulled the blanket off the baby, just to see her face. Francis stared at how much she resembled him. Her hair and a small curl at the front, she has her mother's round face. And of course his eyebrows and his blonde hair. The baby girl opened her eyes and smiled at her father. Francis gawked at how exquisite her eye color was. It must be a gene that had skipped a few generations.
The baby reached out, Francis placed a finger in the palm of the small baby's hand and she gripped it tightly. Francis winced a little at her strength; "must get it from her mother" Francis smiled at the baby. The boat's bell started to ring. The family began to run towards the boat; Julius took Francis's bag because Francis was too occupied with the baby. They all made it onto the boat. While Francis sat down on a table and Feliciana playing with a small blonde boy on the bow, watching the boat launch. Julius was explaining to the captain as to why there was a last minute passenger on board. After some negotiations and concern from the Captain about bringing a new born baby onto the ship, Julius paid the extra fee. Then Lovina approached the new Father, "So, what's her name?" she demanded, glaring at Francis.
"A baby!" cried a voice, a boy with platinum blonde hair and blood red eyes ran up to Francis and Lovina, Lovina hide behind Francis scared by the boys rare features "I want to see!" the boy looked like he was 7 or 8 years old, but seemed pretty tall for his age. But he kept urging on to see the baby. Francis finally gave in, still trying to think of a name to give to the little girl.
The albino boy with the Prussian Eagle pendant and an Iron Cross around his neck stared at the baby girl with wide red eyes "She's really cute" he mumbled "and almost as awesome as me, but not quite, I'm still more awesome" the boy threw a big smile. Francis instinctively placed a hand on the baby, and then he chuckled to himself, already a doting father after 20 minutes.
"What are you laughing at old man?" growled the albino
"Just a funny thought that came across my mind" Francis replied "And I'm not old! I'm probably only ten years older than you are!"
The boy huffed "Still old. You have a funny accent, where are you from?"
"France, et tu? You sound German."
"No way! My little bruder is born in Germany, I'm born in Prussia!"
Francis raised an eyebrow at the albino boy, and decided to let it slide.
"So, what's her name?" asked the boy
"Hey, freak!" yelled Lovina "I asked him that question first, so you can just go jump off this boat!"
"My dad wouldn't like that since I am heir to the family business" smirked the boy "So, what's her name and I'll tell you mine"
"Mon dieu" Francis smiled "I haven't thought of a name for her yet, I just got her today you know"
"Where's the mom?"
"She's…" Francis struggled to find an answer "going to Boston"
"Why is she not with you then? That is not awesome"
Francis smiled at the strange word "Reasons, nosy mioche"
"You're lucky I don't understand French or I would've kicked your un-awesome butt" the boy growled, he seemed to have calmed "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt,"
"Francis and this is Lovina, and that's her twin over there with the boy, Feliciana"
"Oh, that's my little bruder," Gilbert looked at his bruder and laughed "You're such a pansy, little brother!"
The boy's face became a deeper shade of red and he yelled back "N-nein, Bruder!" Gilbert returned his attention to the baby. "If you're not going to name her I will," Gilbert paused for a moment "Mädchen, that'll be her new name, ja?" he smirked triumphantly, then the baby started to cry, Gilbert's smirk slowly died at the cry of the little girl.
Francis smiled at the boys attempt at naming his daughter, but it did spark an idea "How about," he took the baby out of the basket and started to rock her asleep. "Madeleine?"
"Madeleine," mused Gilbert and Lovina
"I like it," said Gilbert, he leaned closer to get a good look at Madeleine, then she looked at him and smiled, Gilbert's cheeks turned into a light pink "S-she is really c-cute" he stuttered, trying to hide his embarrassment "If we were older," announced Gilbert "We will get married. I promise that!"
Francis stopped rocking Madeleine and stared at the boy, focusing on the necklace. Then Francis calmed down and smiled "Oh really?" the smile turned into a smirk "If you can remember that promise that you have made to Madeleine, and then maybe, I will give you my blessing, oui?"
"Uh, o-oui" stammered Gilbert "You here that Maddie, the awesome me and the cute you will get married when we are older. So just you wait!"
Francis's smile never left, even when Gilbert had given her a nickname right away. "the joys of l'amour, especially at such a young age" Francis stole a glance at Feliciana and Gilbert's younger brother playing, and holding hands. Then Francis stole a glance at Lovina who held onto her father's legs as tightly as she can, terrified at the long blonde haired stoic man Julius was talking too.
Francis then turned his attention to the baby girl in his arms. She had her eyes closed, her small hand resting on Francis' chest. Gilbert slowly reached his hand out and towards her, as a response Madeleine had grabbed Gilbert's finger. This caused the little boys smirk grow into a smile.
A/N
HAHA Nothing much has been rewritten. Just fixed some titles and added a few details.
So, the beginning of the little story and it's going to be a bit hectic in later chapters. POV's and Pairings are going to pop up to help develop the plot in my head so don't be surprised.
Official Pairings are going to be:
PruCan, FrUK, RoChu, GerIta, Spamano, and there is going to be a few minor pairings that'll show up as well.
Warnings:
Half the characters are genderbent. Literally. I mean it. Half of them are genderbent.
There is going to be talk of brothels and prostitution so there's a heads up.
I don't think you'll be reading graphic sex though. I'm not capable of such things.. ;3;
There is going to be slight historical inaccuracy... jus' sayin'... o-o
So NO LIKE NO READ! BU
Translation
- C'est Rien, Petite Caboche: It's Fine, little Noodle (French) –Noodle=Pasta=Italy=VE~- (sounded good at the time and is too lazy to change it…STFU)
- Mädchen: Literally means "girl" in German, (yes, Gilbert you are so original T_T)
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