Mothertalia

AdultEngland

I'm sorry if this sounds shitty, I was rushing while writing this.
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((Y/n's) pov.)

  I smiled as I made dinner for England, France, and I. I'm just so happy that they finally came and visited me! Ever since England's brothers decided it was time to leave the nest (which I don't know why they did, now they all just live with England) they barely visit me anymore. ME! Their MOTHER!!!

  "Honhonhon! The food smells delicious (y/n)!" France said as he hugged my waist. I giggled at him as England yelled at him and told him to stop flirting with his mother.

  "France, you're too much! Now go sit down, the food's almost ready!" He laughed as he then went and sit at the table with England.

  I took the roast out of the oven and started to cut it and put it into separate plates. I gave us each three pieces and put them on the table with the rest of the roast.

  We then started to talk about random things, but then the conversation went somewhere strange...

  "When we first met England came up to me and was begging for me to take him! Honhonhon! It was the funniest thing you could have seen!"

"Stop it you bloody frog!" England yelled at him, his cheeks turning a deep red.

"And don't forget what happened later that day! Honhonhonhon~"

I could only look at England shocked as I found this out. I thought that I raised England to be better than that....

"Was this during his punk years?" I asked hopefully.

"Oui, I'd be scared if it wasn't." France said to me with a smile while I sighed in relief. I feel a little better now, a little....

"So, why did you two come over anyway? It's rare that any one of my children come to visit anymore, isn't it England?" He looked over at me in guilt as he nervously scratched his neck.

"We've just been very busy lately, mum, you know how it is." I sighed as he said that, he keeps using the same excuses.

"Well, I came because I have a very important question to ask you, Angleterre~"

I watched as France stood up and made his way towards me.

"Your son is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He's made me so happy, even with his horrible cooking. Bu-"

"My food isn't horrible, Wanker! You just don't know what good food tastes like!"

"BUT, I love him anyway. He's stuck with me during many wars, even if we were against each other sometimes, we still rekindled our friendship over the years. He's made me the happiest man alive, and I couldn't ask for a better lover. That's why I want to ask you this, (y/n)."

He then kneeled before me, his head pressed firmly against the floor.

"Can I marry your son?"

Everything seemed to freeze at that moment. England looked at us shocked, his mouth wide open as tears started to form in his eyes. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, I was beyond words.

"You may! You can marry my son!" I yelled excitedly as France then jumped up and hugged me. We both cheered about their engagement only to be stopped by England.

"Don't I get a word in this?" He looked at France angrily.

"Honhonhon, what do you say, Angleterre? Veux-tu m'épouser?" (Sorry if this isn't correct, I don't speak French so had had to use the horrible google translate)

"Yes! I will marry you, you bloody frog!" He said in happiness as he jumped into France's arms and shared a loving kiss. I sighed, relieved that at least one of my sons will finally settle down. Maybe now the rest of them will actually leave the nest and get their own houses and find someone to marry.

Now I just need to give France the pep talk.

"France, break my son's heart and I'll break your baguette and feed it to you for supper, do you understand?" I said to him with a smile while he looked at me scared.

"Oui, I understand."

"Good, now I want grandchildren soon, alright!" They both blushed as I said that.

"Mum!" England whined, his face as red as a tomato.

"What? It's the truth! And honesty is the best policy!" They both sighed, and thus began the start of a wonderful marriage.