You smiled as you looked at your two daughters, Miranda and Anya.Anya was the older daughter and you had actually discovered she wasthe personification of Moscow, she had long beige hair and violeteyes, but she did have your nose which Ivan, who was her biologicalfather, was grateful for since even though he knew you enjoyed hislarge nose he didn't like it and was glad your daughter had yournose. Even though he was her biological father all six of them wereher father and she called all of them papa, as did your youngerdaughter Miranda. Miranda was different, she was a personification ofyour Capital, which wasn't a district of any particular country.
Also she looked almost exactly like you but she had blonde hair (thatwasn't in your shade of blonde if you are blonde) and her smilewasn't your own. But in all honesty she could be either Francis,Alfred, Matthew, or Arthur's biological daughter, and you couldprobably test it but none of you bothered since it didn't much matterto any of you.
Right now you were doing your best to give them their history lessonbut keep it age appropriate. They did mature a lot faster and historywasn't something to neglect but you had to do your best for it tobe balanced from both sides of the story. Then when they heard abouttheir father's fighting; the war of 1812, or the Cold War.
You jumped slightly as your daughters let out giggles when all threeof you heard the men of the house coming into the house. "Daddies!"The two girls called running from their desks and you smiled lettingout a little giggle. You remember when you were their age you wouldhave ran from your studies as well.
Since their were seven parents each of you would teach them for aboutan hour each day, Saturday was your day, Sunday was Ivan's, Mondaywas Francis, Tuesday was Alfred, Wednesday was Matthew, Thursday wasArthur, and Friday was Yao. This on top of their normal schooling youoften would give them a five minute break halfway through so theschooling wouldn't be too bad.
Coming out you smiled at what you saw, Yao was holding Miranda on hisback while Matthew rested Anya on his hip. "Has your momma (mama)been boring you, little sunflowers?" Ivan asked as you glared athim.
"Ivan?" You growled as Miranda and Anya laughed cooing, 'oooh!Daddy's in trouble!' they called as you did your best not to smirk.
"Sorry sunflower." Ivan said as the others smirked, it was stillshocking to see the 'scary Russian' immediately stand down to you.
"Your lucky ya itabulya ta. (I love you.)" You said with a smileshowing that you weren't really angry and moved to kiss his nose.
I'm sorry thisis short but I don't have anything to really put down. Yep, Allies isdone!
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AlliesxChubby!NewCountry!Reader
FanfictionDone as a commission on DeviantArt under the name Allies. A new country has just declared themselves, the country is a chubby girl, you. You go to the World Meeting and declare yourself now a country instead of a micronation. You catch the eye of th...