She turned and put down the basket of washing she had been hanging up to dry. The centre of the garden was always the warmest place to be.
Kneeling down, she scooped the baby into her arms as he continued wailing. He was certainly a long way from his part of the house, she thought, rocking the brunette as he yelled.
Another toddler came running up to her ankles, pouting furiously, dark hair swinging., dark skin shining in the bright sun.
"I've told him befooorrreee!!!" the toddler yelled over the brunette child's cries, "He's not allowed in my room!"
She sighed and took the stick from the dark-skinned toddler who pouted furiously again, but gave her ankles a quick hug before running off.
Turning away from her 200 pairs of socks hanging on the washing line, she strode across the garden and back into the house as the yelling brunette subsided into quiet sobs.
Making her way through the corridors, she took glances either side, seeing cots with sleeping babies, and more toddlers.
She smiled, hearing quiet gurgling and the shakes of rattles all around. By the time they reached the brunette baby’s room, he was fast asleep in her arms. Small hair curl quivering as he breathed.
While she tucked him up in his cot, she glanced over at the other cot in the room, where this toddler’s brother sat, staring out the bars at her. She laughed, quietly, and was reminded slightly of one of the other children, who always sat and stared. He was in one of the coldest rooms, and Pangaea was always slightly worried to leave that boy. But the scarf she had made for him helped, and he was always wearing it.
Going over to the other cot, she settled the other baby before checking her watch and, scooping her dark hair back, she sighed. It was time to do the rounds again.
Day in, day out, Pangaea would make over 200 bottles of milk and take them to every baby in her house. She couldn’t remember exactly when this had all started, and her home became more like a giant crèche, but she knew that before, she had been lonely. So desperately lonely.
The vast expanse of a mansion was scary for a baby girl, and she had stayed in the centre of the house where it was warmest for as long as possible.
Slowly, though, as she grew, something changed. And it seemed as if all at once she was mother figure to around 200 babies and toddlers. Sometimes she would be doing the rounds with the bottles, and unexpectedly walk into another room, which she could have sworn was not there yesterday, and there was always another baby, crying for her attention and care.
Pangaea didn’t mind. She loved them all, they kept her busy, kept her happy. She knew that she had to raise them right. And though she never spoke a word, the babies understood her.
Only a couple of the children could talk. One was the dark skinned boy who had been beating up the brunette boy earlier and the other was... Of course, she grinned, there was that one with the black hair, who seemed to only be only capable of one word. Aru.
After loading up a large trolley with the bottles, she started from the side of the house which was now starting to darken, the East. Pangaea cradled one baby while feeding him, and looked out the window, thinking.
Tomorrow she would let all the children play together, she decided, it would be good for them.
She worried that they were becoming wary of each other, possessive of their own things. Pangaea prayed they would all be able to look after each other one day, as she would not be around forever. Even now, as young as she was, it seemed like she was breaking apart.
Corridors were getting longer, slight cracks in the walls, and whole ceilings were disappearing up in the north of her house, meaning she needed to rush across large puddles to reach one a couple of the babies, who had blonde hair, and were very tiny indeed.
She put the dark haired baby back in his cot and made her way around to the next part of the house, picking up a piece of glass from the floor and putting back in a badly-mended jar of flowers, out of the children’s reach.
That was another thing, she remembered, shivering. She would wake at night, and the house would be shaking, tearing itself apart at the seams, and all the babies would be crying for her, all at once.
The cacophony of breaking china and crying babies was sometimes too much to bear, and she would sit and cry until the house stopped shaking, even though she wanted to run and save every single baby in the house, lest something fall on them.
She stopped for a moment and wiped her eyes, trying not to think about anything bad happening to her little wonders. Whoever, or whatever had put her in charge of them all was the most brilliant thing in the universe, and she thanked them every day, even when some of the children hit each other with sticks, or threw up all over her favourite dress.
As Pangaea lay down to sleep that night, she was exhausted again. Taking care of 200 demanding babies was difficult enough, but as a familiar and distant tearing sound echoed through the house, she didn’t care. She just wanted to be able to look after them forever.
The China insert was adorable (but that's because this anon loves China~) and Mama Pangaea was so sweet. Great writing style and explanations of the countries splitting up/starting up!
That was perfect! Thank you so much! I loved the bit about the house shaking and starting to break up, and how dedicated Pangaea was to the baby countries. Very sweet!
Wonderful wonderful fic anon! I loved the tiny China moment, just the idea that 'Aru' was the first and only thing he could say when he was a baby make so much sense! So perfect. Poor Pangaea ;__;
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Mama Pangaea [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)She turned and put down the basket of washing she had been hanging up to dry. The centre of the garden was always the warmest place to be.
Kneeling down, she scooped the baby into her arms as he continued wailing. He was certainly a long way from his part of the house, she thought, rocking the brunette as he yelled.
Another toddler came running up to her ankles, pouting furiously, dark hair swinging., dark skin shining in the bright sun.
"I've told him befooorrreee!!!" the toddler yelled over the brunette child's cries, "He's not allowed in my room!"
She sighed and took the stick from the dark-skinned toddler who pouted furiously again, but gave her ankles a quick hug before running off.
Turning away from her 200 pairs of socks hanging on the washing line, she strode across the garden and back into the house as the yelling brunette subsided into quiet sobs.
Making her way through the corridors, she took glances either side, seeing cots with sleeping babies, and more toddlers.
She smiled, hearing quiet gurgling and the shakes of rattles all around.
By the time they reached the brunette baby’s room, he was fast asleep in her arms. Small hair curl quivering as he breathed.
While she tucked him up in his cot, she glanced over at the other cot in the room, where this toddler’s brother sat, staring out the bars at her. She laughed, quietly, and was reminded slightly of one of the other children, who always sat and stared. He was in one of the coldest rooms, and Pangaea was always slightly worried to leave that boy. But the scarf she had made for him helped, and he was always wearing it.
Going over to the other cot, she settled the other baby before checking her watch and, scooping her dark hair back, she sighed. It was time to do the rounds again.
Day in, day out, Pangaea would make over 200 bottles of milk and take them to every baby in her house. She couldn’t remember exactly when this had all started, and her home became more like a giant crèche, but she knew that before, she had been lonely. So desperately lonely.
The vast expanse of a mansion was scary for a baby girl, and she had stayed in the centre of the house where it was warmest for as long as possible.
Slowly, though, as she grew, something changed. And it seemed as if all at once she was mother figure to around 200 babies and toddlers. Sometimes she would be doing the rounds with the bottles, and unexpectedly walk into another room, which she could have sworn was not there yesterday, and there was always another baby, crying for her attention and care.
Pangaea didn’t mind. She loved them all, they kept her busy, kept her happy. She knew that she had to raise them right. And though she never spoke a word, the babies understood her.
Only a couple of the children could talk. One was the dark skinned boy who had been beating up the brunette boy earlier and the other was...
Of course, she grinned, there was that one with the black hair, who seemed to only be only capable of one word. Aru.
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)After loading up a large trolley with the bottles, she started from the side of the house which was now starting to darken, the East.
Pangaea cradled one baby while feeding him, and looked out the window, thinking.
Tomorrow she would let all the children play together, she decided, it would be good for them.
She worried that they were becoming wary of each other, possessive of their own things. Pangaea prayed they would all be able to look after each other one day, as she would not be around forever. Even now, as young as she was, it seemed like she was breaking apart.
Corridors were getting longer, slight cracks in the walls, and whole ceilings were disappearing up in the north of her house, meaning she needed to rush across large puddles to reach one a couple of the babies, who had blonde hair, and were very tiny indeed.
She put the dark haired baby back in his cot and made her way around to the next part of the house, picking up a piece of glass from the floor and putting back in a badly-mended jar of flowers, out of the children’s reach.
That was another thing, she remembered, shivering. She would wake at night, and the house would be shaking, tearing itself apart at the seams, and all the babies would be crying for her, all at once.
The cacophony of breaking china and crying babies was sometimes too much to bear, and she would sit and cry until the house stopped shaking, even though she wanted to run and save every single baby in the house, lest something fall on them.
She stopped for a moment and wiped her eyes, trying not to think about anything bad happening to her little wonders. Whoever, or whatever had put her in charge of them all was the most brilliant thing in the universe, and she thanked them every day, even when some of the children hit each other with sticks, or threw up all over her favourite dress.
As Pangaea lay down to sleep that night, she was exhausted again. Taking care of 200 demanding babies was difficult enough, but as a familiar and distant tearing sound echoed through the house, she didn’t care. She just wanted to be able to look after them forever.
Anon hopes that this is what OP wanted..
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)The China insert was adorable (but that's because this anon loves China~) and Mama Pangaea was so sweet. Great writing style and explanations of the countries splitting up/starting up!
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)poor Mama Pangea :(
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)I feel bad for her losing all her little ones, too!
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)kasfdjladsk Amazing writing, author!anon! <3
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 06:35 pm (UTC)(link):( I feel bad for her still, too.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you.
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)That was perfect! Thank you so much! I loved the bit about the house shaking and starting to break up, and how dedicated Pangaea was to the baby countries. Very sweet!
Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 07:46 am (UTC)(link)Anon is relieved you like :D
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 05:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)mama pangeaauthoranon!Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mama Pangaea [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)Otherwise known as - I'm on it :D