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| : This is an AU in which Fem!America finds herself pregnant with England's child early on in the Revolutionary War. Simply enough, they had a one-night stand sort of ordeal a few weeks before the war began, and it led to more trouble than either of them could have ever foreseen. Amelia is torn between continuing the war and keeping her pregnancy a secret from Arthur, or doing everything in her powers to get the information to him. Just when it seems that she's getting nowhere with herself, a decision is incidentally reached for her. It's a normal morning for the American troops stationed in Richmond, Virginia. Half of them are busied with training while the other half occupy themselves with strategizing. Haven taken the morning off to be by herself and hopefully reach some sort of conclusion, Amelia is taking a stroll around town when a not-so-welcome face catches her attention. Arthur has been restless since the beginning of the war. After the small, British victory near Boston a few months earlier, he had been cooped up there for some time until a decision was reached that an attack would be launched on Richmond, Virginia, a bustling hub for American soldiers. England jumps at the opportunity to get out of Boston, and soon enough finds himself on his way right towards his struggling colony... In the guise of a regular citizen, he and a few other English soldiers scout through town to get a better look at what they're up against. And who does England come across but the person who wants to avoid him most? You can have him come in however you'd like, but when he realizes that Amelia is with child, he demands that she leave the city and return with him to England. Opposed to the idea, Amelia refuses. In the end, Arthur will convince her to return to London with him. Of course, not before they both agree to leave the fighting to their soldiers, and to let the war take course on its own. Whatever happens, it's going to be a rocky road for Amelia and Arthur; both as countries and as people. Needless to say, this AU contains a mixture of Nyotalia characters and canonical characters. If you're interested in joining, you don't have to ask! Just jump in with Arthur arriving in Richmond, and we'll take it from there! [/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:330px; height:230px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:arial narrow; line-height:100%;]The last month had, without a doubt, been the longest of Amelia's life. For one thing, there was the revolution being fought in her borders. The revolution that she had worked so hard to kindle into existence, only to discover two terrible truths when it finally reached the point of no return: The first realization to don on her was that war was not a particularly fun experience. In fact, there were times when it seemed that nothing was going on at all except for planning, and when something of interest did occur, the excitement seldom lasted more than a couple of days before it was back to work. The second realization came to her one morning as she stood outside of the room she was renting at an inn in Richmond, Virginia. Thus far, it was one of few places that didn't seem to be crawling with British soldiers. Until further notice, it was where Amelia and her troops were staked out, strategizing and training with every morsel of daylight they were given. The sun had not yet risen when she awoke. Momentarily disorientated by her surroundings, she peered around through sleep-blurred eyes. Where was she? It was freezing! Where was Arthur? Why did her stomach feel as though it had recently digested one of his infamous broths? These thoughts flew through her head at breakneck speed, and were immediately followed by the messy-haired girl's mad scramble out of bed and out the door. Nausea rolled up her stomach in a tidal wave of dull pain, and spewed from her mouth in the form of evil-looking vomit. She didn't even have time to moan before she felt another wave coming on, this one less powerful, though no less unappealing, than the last. It was on that night when Amelia realized something that would change that course of the war. It wasn't the first time she had barreled out of bed in the middle of the night to vomit, and for going on two months, she hadn't received her period a single time. Not that she was complaining, but it wasn't something that happened often. Her mind flashed back to that one night before everything spiraled out of control. A night when her breath was perfumed with alcohol, and Arthur's bedroom door was ajar, the warm glow of firelight within inviting her in... How could she resist? "No. No, no, no freaking way." She had denied it vehemently at first. There was a war going on, for Christ's sake! There was just no room for her to be pregnant; and certainly not with the baby of the enemy. In fact, her persistent denial had lasted all of two months until around August, when the bump began to show, and to further ignore the changes her body was going through would have been preposterous. She could hide it from her men with the help of oversized coats, but there was no more hiding it from herself. Having overcome her denial of the situation, there was yet another problem that Amelia faced: the question of whether or not she would tell Arthur, and, if she did, how she would go about contacting him. He could have been anywhere, but she figured that her best bet was to make her way to Boston. If he was anywhere in her borders, it was there. A dangerous move on her part, considering the recent American loss at Bunker Hill. The place would be crawling with Brits, so she would have to make the trip on her own. No, too dangerous. Amelia heaved an overdramatic sigh from where she sat, weighing her options, on the top porch step of the courthouse. More and more, she was starting to think that it would be easiest for everyone if she simply kept the pregnancy from Arthur, and continued to puppeteer the war from the sidelines. But, eventually, she would give birth. The fact that she would have her very own baby, as squeamish as it made her, would eventually find it's way to Arthur. Then what? As she rose to her feet, brushing the dirt from the back of her uniform with one hand, and cupping a protective hand instinctively over her swollen belly, Amelia cursed that dastardly question. Then what? I have no idea. "Jeez," she muttered, sliding a hand back through her short, blonde tresses and starting across the cobblestone walkway. "I really need to lighten up. Where's Maddie when I need her?" [/fancypost] |
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