YonderBlue's Artbook/Short Stories

CH oneshot - Collab w/MynameisAppleUWU

 ✿ Under Lilac Skies ✿

France sighs. She had just woken up and she felt sick. She had been sick for a while.

Britain was beside her in the bed and he was fast asleep. He was holding her hand while sleeping, and it was cute to France.

The female country sighs and slowly gets up. She heads to the bathroom and washed her face for some kind of relief. She couldnt possibly sleep now. For as much as she wanted to be a mother, this was almost torture. She had never felt so sick before. And it was constant, not a one time thing.

France found that sleep, and time to herself was becoming smaller and smaller. She was almost sharing her life with pain at this point. France looked down, her hand on the sink shaking slightly. She was greatfull the neausia was bearable at the moment.

France glanced into the large mirror above her

Glancing up she caught sight of her reflection in the large mirror.

France quickly realized she looked like death at this point, and her energy was little to nothing. Her hair was a mess of blue, white, and red, and her tired lilac eyes stood out greatly among her pale skin. France would have to spend yet another day home sick.

In a sense that was nice. She had a small exemption from attending ally meetings or events until her child was born. But it was also extremley boring, and Britian still had to leave and be places during the day. The only thing the country did now was stare at the tan walls all day.

France sighed, closing her eyes tightly in annoyance. She could barely manage to do anything without Britian at this point. She was generally an independent person, and asking for help had proven a hard thing to do through the months. But she quickly learned that was the only way things would get done. Shaking the tiredness from her eyes, France looked back into the dimly lit bedroom. She didnt even want to think about sleep, it just made her feel even more tired.

Taking a few deep breaths, she clicked off the light to the bathroom, and silently sneaked back into the main room. It was almost too dark to see at this point.

France looked back at her husband who was still asleep, before closing the door gently behind her. The halls were ghostly quiet, and frankly France felt chillier than normal. Shuffling into the small living room, she stared carelessly at the window. The moonlight was peaking through the curtains, reflecting off of the smooth marble floor. Staring, France became slightly entranced, before another wave of nausea hit her. She then remembered she was pregnant with her first child.

France had always wanted a baby, as long as she could remember. She wanted to find that perfect person to spend her life with, and a child to raise along with them.

It had only been about eight short months since the two had gotten the news, and France had been more than happy. That was until the side effects started to fizzle in.

The constant nausea, morning sickness, dizzyness, and most of all the lack of sleep. Britian has been at her side the whole time, and felt extremely bad for her, but France had to grind throught the pain and sleepless nights as much as she could. There was still a long road ahead of them.

Taking a seat on the small sofa, she leanded around, opening the curtains wide. It was a beautiful night. France was always overwhelmed by the beautiful sight of the lights of Paris at night. Along with the Eiffel tower, which stood firmly in the center of the capital.

France had seen so much in her life, she was grateful to still have a standing commonwealth. This was what she had fought and cried over for so long.

Looking up, the bright full moon glittered in her eyes. She couldnt have asked for anything more. Placing a gentle hand on her baby bump, the country felt her eyes flickering.