A Bundle of joy
That's what you were.
Your cries would fill England up with love and a feeling to protect the life that was his.
There you were
The beautiful small infant crying for something to take hold of.
England handed you his finger which you grabbed and quickly tightened your grip.
"______ My beautiful little girl." He sighed lovingly
"Wow...dude... I've never seen you so...uh...loving before." America said
England glared at him
"Well a Certain Stubborn boy who had wanted to be independent took that feeling away from me." He half yelled
America jumped back
"Uh..." was all that could escape his lips
England sighed and then looked at the baby girl in his hands
"Isn't she lovely America? I bet she will grow into a fine young lady when she grows up."
America then grumbled something under his breath, and England ignored him
America then looked at England
"So um... who's the mother?"
England stopped dead in his tracks with a nervous look on his face
"Uh mother? What mother?"
America looked at him shocked
"So...if there's no mother then where do countries come from?"
England then looked up to the ceiling
"Maybe the myth about Pangea..." England said nervously
"The mother of all countries..." America grumbled
A silence had overcome the air only to be interrupted by America
"AHH!!! WE all know that's just a myth dude HAH!" He laughed as he smacked England on the back.
"England stumbled forwards.
"America! BE careful you bloody git. What if I dropped _____?"
America laughed nervously
"Dude you know you wouldn't do that... right?"
"Get out of my house America."
America walked out with a saddened look on his face
"Now _____..." England whispered to you
"You have to promise me you'll be better mannered then your uncle America..."
He then set you in your crib, watched you coo in your sleep
"I hope you'll have more manner then America..." He mumbled underneath his breath
Then you created some... gurgling noise which made England chuckle
"Ahhh ______... your even cute when your sleeping..."
He then turned off the lights and while walking out he glanced at the crib.
"Oh lord please may she like my cooking..."