This is the non-original-author-Anon. I don't think I followed the characters in the original story very closely. I kind of took up whatever characterization seemed fitting for the time period. I hope this is okay, OP.
Just a few author's notes before we begin, so I can get this out of my system.
1) My home state was such a brat during this time period aaaugh.
2) Texas has special privileges, hur hur hur
3) I hope you don't mind non-explicit mpreg, because, well, the years this fic covers includes the addition of about a quarter of the modern states in a span of 40 years, so it's kind of hard to imagine America as anything other than Mister Mom in the time period.
Sorry. Here we go.
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It shouldn’t have surprised anyone, really, especially when the signs had started so early, showing even by the birth of the twins. America hadn’t really been expecting twins, but that was what happened, and sometimes things didn’t happen the way they were planned.
And either way, they were two new healthy states for the Union, beautiful, and oh Lord they were already being taken away from him —
“Who’s this one?”
“Mine,” America tried to grab for the baby, but even then, the other one was grabbed away by curious Tennessee and Alabama. America groaned. Already, his children were splitting them up, by region and by faction, slave and non-slave.
“Missouri,” said America, though he didn’t know if he was naming the child or his own feelings.
“Mine and Missouri,” said New Hampshire, cradling the northern state in his arms and murmuring broken French to him.
“Maine and Missouri and they’re both mine, give them back to me.” He reached for Missouri, but Tennessee yanked him away, already mumbling along about the ways of America, how he was so lucky to be born in a country that would watch over him yet keep out of his business. The twins were each taken their separate ways, and even by evening America hadn’t seen either of them again.
That night, America squalled and cried more than both his newborns.
United We Stand [1/?]
Just a few author's notes before we begin, so I can get this out of my system.
1) My home state was such a brat during this time period aaaugh.
2) Texas has special privileges, hur hur hur
3) I hope you don't mind non-explicit mpreg, because, well, the years this fic covers includes the addition of about a quarter of the modern states in a span of 40 years, so it's kind of hard to imagine America as anything other than Mister Mom in the time period.
Sorry. Here we go.
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It shouldn’t have surprised anyone, really, especially when the signs had started so early, showing even by the birth of the twins. America hadn’t really been expecting twins, but that was what happened, and sometimes things didn’t happen the way they were planned.
And either way, they were two new healthy states for the Union, beautiful, and oh Lord they were already being taken away from him —
“Who’s this one?”
“Mine,” America tried to grab for the baby, but even then, the other one was grabbed away by curious Tennessee and Alabama. America groaned. Already, his children were splitting them up, by region and by faction, slave and non-slave.
“Missouri,” said America, though he didn’t know if he was naming the child or his own feelings.
“Mine and Missouri,” said New Hampshire, cradling the northern state in his arms and murmuring broken French to him.
“Maine and Missouri and they’re both mine, give them back to me.” He reached for Missouri, but Tennessee yanked him away, already mumbling along about the ways of America, how he was so lucky to be born in a country that would watch over him yet keep out of his business. The twins were each taken their separate ways, and even by evening America hadn’t seen either of them again.
That night, America squalled and cried more than both his newborns.
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