(This is a semi-AU! Please see my other works for an explanation)
Phew! This is last-minute! It’s the 9th here now, but I think it’s still the 8th where the blog is being hosted! I hope it isn’t too late! This is for the @heta-oc-week event, specifically for Day 3: 1/24, Family. The first two could be argued to be Modern Day, though, especially the first one. I realized I could do another Ripped From The Headlines type thing, since the nation in question came up in an internet argument.
So I’m deciding to write up a bunch of characters I haven’t written yet. Note, sadly, I haven’t developed any of these characters much yet. I pretty much had to conduct research in the span of a few days and hope it’s accurate. As such, nothing established here about these characters is set in stone, including characters who appear here as female staying that way.
...Especially since here I made my first foray into Sub-Saharan Africa. A region that is often hard as goddamn balls to personify due to its countries’ ethnic diversity and often lacking in coherence. But I seriously wanted to finally step into it. Though the character I initially intended to be the main character, one of the more coherent ones, actually ended up being only mentioned, because I had to come up with a story direction too. I wished I asked my friend from one of the two main countries there a few days ago for better accuracy, aaaahhh...
I’m sorry if these seemed rushed, but I just want to get something out there in case I can’t make the rest I have planned (and I could maybe submit the ones I can’t release on time for the Valentines event as platonic prompts?). Also, the third one is (maybe?) my first attempt at putting dark humor into writing. So if you’re not that comfortable with really dark jokes, I plan you skip it. The main character in the third fic is probably one of the few characters in Alt-talia who could be called a villain, so she’s, uh, kind of awful. Even by Alt-talia standards. Yes. Though showing sweet moments like this probably kind of ruins its effectiveness as opposed to if I showed their awful actions first. Oh well.
That’s it! If I want to add more it will be under the cut. And I’ll add more stories later for this and other prompts if I have the time!
On the 29th of January, the countries of the United Kingdom finally left the European Parliament for the last time.
After the agreement was finally ratified, and the parliament was awash with relief, the other member states and their MEPs stood to send them off properly with a surprise serenade.
“For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne…”
Just as they were about to leave, the other member states gave them their goodbyes.
Scotland was obviously holding back sniffles as France consoled him, clearly not wanting to leave.
“Why’d ye have to use one of my songs?! Ye just had to make it worse fer us?!”
Germany stuck out his hand.
“You’fe caused us much trouble. But ve still vish you ze best of luck.”
France turned away from his childhood friend and huffed.
“Was about time.”
England was finally able to coax Malta’s embrace off him, took their hands and shook them.
“Surely.”
Belgium, this time, took his hand with both of hers.
“We will miss you, despite how it looks.”
“My, thank you. Now, cheerio. See you at negotiations.”
“...”
“No-ortherrn Irrela-and, come o-on. Et’s time to-o go.”
Northern Ireland broke his staring contest with his Republic counterpart as Wales tugged on his suit, exchanging one final, uneasiness-filled glance before facing down and following the rest of the family with rapid steps.
“You beddur give ush a good negotiation! If you come crawling bac- AU!”
“I nev’r plumb for you aga- KURWA!”
“Ah, yes, freedom at last!”
“Freedom fer you…”
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When they returned, someone was waiting in front of their common house. It was a rather sturdily-built man, overly dressed even for the chilly weather, shivering in the English humid winter night air under a heavy coat, his face a mosaic of features and indeterminate ethnicity but possibly vaguely Mediterranean.
“...Ello?”
The man turned to him, and his brown eyes lit up as he waved.
“Oh! I was waiting for you!”
England blinked a bit.
Then, a small monkey poked its head out of his coat, confirming his identity.
“...Gibraltar?”
“Ey, Gib! It’s ye!”
Gibraltar‘s smile was glowing.
“I’ll open the door for you. I thought we could spend time as a family to celebrate our exit from the EU!”
Now, Gibraltar himself, as a part of the United Kingdom, could enter the common house whenever he wished. However, like the diligent son he was, he had waited this whole time for who knows how long in the British winter cold, just to greet them for this special occasion.
England patted the man on the head.
“Now, that’s my Gib.”
“Dedn’t oo just fo-orrget about-“
“Now, now, you can open it. Come on.”
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Gibraltar strolled through his streets where his people mingled, an uncertain mood hanging in the air.
Many spoke of what was to come. What awaited their future; from the mundane, such as how it may affect the cost of groceries and jobs, to the larger issues, such as how they would deal with a certain old thorn in their collective sides. But many went about as they always did, as if this were any other day.
From this day on, they were to be disconnected from Europe.
It seemed so strange. It had been, what, almost half a century they had been in the union? It was so hard to believe that finally, after three years of tedious negotiations, they were leaving.
He had been against this, very strongly in fact, but he was to accept it.
After much walking, he reached a good spot in one of his beaches, the massive rock that gave him his nickname looming so close to him that it may as well have been next to him, and he sat himself down, the sand a nice cushion through his khaki shorts.
The beach was quiet now, as after all this was a normal weekday. The turquoise sea he knew oh so well extended in front of him, a piece of Moroccan land and Ceuta just so slightly peeking over the horizon.
His monkey hopped out of his bag, grumpy that she had spent longer than she would have wanted in it.
“Hey, you said you wanted to come with me today!”
Gibraltar felt a presence behind him. A nation. The nation he wanted to meet the least right now, but who he had been unfortunately expecting.
He immediately stood up and spun around.
Spain. His expression was cheerful as per usual, but Gibraltar knew exactly why he was here, and it wasn’t just to say “Hi.”
“Olà!”
“...What’o ya want, España?”
He could just see the irritation his cheerfulness masked become crack through at the tone he greeted him.
“Ay! I just thought I should pay my little Llanito a visit! And don’t talk like that to me.”
“Why not? Why shouldn’t I?”
His monkey started to hiss.
Spain’s face slowly twisted into something between anger, determination, exasperation, and offense.
“Ah, el mocoso, I thought you Brits were supposed to be polite?”
Stoicism was never one of Spain’s strong points; he was a cheerful man known for his passion, glowing with a charisma many found appealing, but his peers in Europe, his children, and he himself knew more than well enough how quickly that passion could explode into a raging fire.
But Gibraltar hadn’t gotten his nickname just from a geographical landmark.
“Bollocks! ‘Ave ya ever met a Scotsman? Stop treating me like I was ever yer lad, España!”
Now any pretense of cheer had dropped.
“Why?! Why do you stay with him?! You voted to stay! You said you wanted to stay! What’s your problem?!”
“What’s YOUR problem?! Let me go!”
“Don’t you DARE talk to me like that! I’ll get the rest of the EU on my side-“
Gibraltar held back his macaque with his ankle. No. This was his place to talk.
“Do it! I ‘are ya! If ya care’ about me so much you wouln’t have shut me out twice! An oh, on’t give me that ‘Oh, Franco made me do it’ bollocks, I remember the queues, the burnt cars, the border fuckery in 2013, bloody 2013 - just 8 years ago ya cunt! - violating the EU’s dedications to customs borders because oh, ya just had to throw a hissy fit over me again! It’s been 300 years you twat! And you’ve done nothing but prove that I can’t trust ya! An ya know what? I survived both times! Without ya! Ya don’t own me an’ I only ‘ave one family! Ya know what? Ya just can’t get over that you can’t controlled anyone like ya used to! ‘Cause it’s not me ya want anyway. Ya just don’t like that the borders look a bit odd, ‘cause of course now ya care about things being out of place, an’ can’t let go that we kicked yer arse in a war that means bugger all anymore! No wonder Catalonia hates ya! Of course I want ya to bugger off!”
Spain was starting to shake. That last one especially had struck a nerve, as intended. Maybe bringing up Catalonia was too much. Frankly, Gibraltar would have felt sorry for him, but damn it, he was in a moment, and he couldn’t be stopped now.
“And oh yeah, they’re my family! Not you! Ya never were an’ never will be! I’m fucking BRITISH mate! I was born when they claimed that rock! An I’ll make sure it stays that way! Now go an cry to the EU as much as ya want! But I’ll survive without ya! I’ll survive like all those other times! I’m a bloody fortress, an’ this fortress hasn’t fallen in 3 centuries an’ it ain’t falling now! Now leave me and my family alone!”
Spain opened his mouth, attempting to say something. He looked like he wanted to materialize a hundred slippers to throw at him, like an angry mother of a reckless child.
Gibraltar knew it wasn’t going to sink in. After all, he still didn’t learn after 300 years. Three goddamn centuries. And when everyone finally started to suspect Spain was finally moving on, his tendency to abandon rationality when he was involved would always reared its ugly head. He knew almost everyone in the EU had also grown tired of it; England had once recounted to him, quite amused, how Antonio had blown up at Ludwig, who after putting up with it for hours while looking very dead inside, had told him bluntly to be reasonable on the matter.
Really, it was a shame. He knew Spain was better than this. They even worked at each others’ places at times, and after they both became EU citizens they were actually able to have amicable conversation again. He could genuinely be a sweet person on good days. Maybe it was just that he felt he needed to hang onto what he still had left. Being right on his doorstep probably just made it all the more painful. He supposed it was just how nations were. He was aware how nations, especially once great or currently great ones, clung onto power and control out of primal instinct.
Still, his hang-ups weren’t his problem. He had been British for 3 centuries, he was born British, and that was all he had known.
It was like a parent eternally bitter about losing custody. Except that in this analogy said parent had had no stake in being the child’s parent in the first place.
It was just then the giant, hulking form of a battleship passed by behind them; one of the battleships of the great Royal Navy, the Union Jack flapping proudly upon it.
It’s sight made Gibraltar’s heart awash in safety.
He grinned at Spain, his pet imitating him. It was a bit too perfect a timing.
“Oh, look at what showed up!”
Spain stared, then back at him, and left without a word.
Gibraltar sighed and plopped back down on the sand.
Honestly, he didn’t know what awaited him.
More than anyone else, he wished to remain. He thought cooler heads would have prevailed, but it was times like this that it truly hit him how small he ultimately was.
Because it wasn’t as if England couldn’t be arrogant and generally out-of-touch, Scotland couldn’t have his drunken fits of immaturity, or Wales couldn’t be annoyingly spacey… They weren’t perfect. Especially England. While he never told him so, he had noticed how England took a tad too long to to remember him more often than he would have liked. Though he knew very well he hadn’t been as important as he used to be for a while now, so he had no reason to be on Uncle England’s mind constantly anymore anyway, it could still be frustrating being reminded of that.
But he was British. Unlike how Uncle England seemed to see it sometimes, he didn’t have a particular affection for him, or any other member of the kingdom, so much as the plain fact that he loved his family; all of it, for the silly, sometimes puzzling mess they were as a collective, in its entirety.
The United Kingdom was where he belonged; because it was his family. He was part of this union as much as England or Scotland or Wales or Northern Ireland. And no matter what was going to happen in the future, even if they were heading towards a cliff, he would never hesitate to jump off with them. They cared for him. And he remembered when England himself seemed genuinely offended by him being called a “colony”, insisting that he was a valuable, integral subject of the crown.
If anything, he could take a temporary shock or need for readjustment. He could tough it out. What he truly wouldn’t be able to take was if this were going to cause their kingdom to break up.
And so, he stared back out to sea, where the naval vessel was docking in the harbor.
He let his macaque climb on top of his head, waving at the ship.
Besides, he would survive. And change wasn’t always bad.
And moping around wasn’t going to happen anywhere. Tonight, no matter what seas laid ahead, he was going to expect the best.
Because if they were going to be in this together, his gut knew there was going to be light at the end of the tunnel.
When they were gaining independence from Britain in the 60s, their leaders floated a certain idea; an idea that they were to become the proud parents of a new nation.
She could even delay independence, it had even been suggested to Tanganyika, as she was called at the time; she could step out of the yoke of colonialism hand-in-hand with Kenya, Uganda, Zanzibar, and the new federation, into the bright future ahead. It sounded romantic, a bit overly idealistic.
While they were but children at the time, for children at their physical age, on the edge of showing the traits of adulthood, it was not uncommon for her people, especially girls, to start to think of children of their own. And of course, it would only be after everything had settled and fallen into place, when they had gained their footing on independence.
That never materialized, and by 1964, the year she and Zanzibar had their - rushed and mostly forced - wedding, it became clear their child wouldn’t be born in the conceivable future. But they still had the Community. After all, they were like family, siblings even.
Yet, by the 70s, it was clear this wasn’t meant to be either. She and Kenya had found themselves on the opposite sides of the Cold War, and Uganda was at the mercy of not only a tyrant, but a brutal, insane madman of a tyrant who despite his claimed desire to unite Africa had a bloodthirst that still left its marks in Uganda’s flesh and with delusions of grandeur that defied the human or even nation imagination, though for their continent this was unfortunately merely somewhat unusual by then.
In the end, several diplomatic disputes, slander campaigns, small wars, and a campaign to take down a tyrant later, official relations between her and Kenya were worse than ever, as they were between Kenya and Uganda - who was in no shape to do much at all except try to rebuild - and everyone was to move along and start anew, as if the failed project had never happened.
Decades passed from then. They fought, had diplomatic spats, but at times, when they could, met at a personal level; until, at the turn of the century, it became in their interest, according to their leaders, to once again reunite as a community.
They were to become East Africa’s EU, Kenya, now a spirited young man, had said with great confidence. He had become the most prosperous out of the three of them, and it was as if he had assumed leadership. But just like before, he was pushy, she felt. He had a bit too much power.
Even so, many joined their little club after the revival; Rwanda, the rising star child of East Africa, her less fortunate twin-but-actually-chronologically-much-younger-brother Burundi, and most recently, young South Sudan, though they were often in no condition to dedicate much time to the EAC. Well, neither was Burundi, but South Sudan even less so. Poor kid.
And it wasn’t long until “it” became a subject of consideration again.
“Think ‘bout it, Tanzania! C’mon! Do y’ think it would be a boy or girl?”
Tanzania blinked.
Kenya, somehow with his eyes simultaneously both on his new Tecno Spark smartphone and Tanzania, turned them completely to her and nodded before resuming his position.
“You’re da woman, aren’cha? Y’d love it! Ya should be likin’ dis da most!”
Tanzania flinched a bit.
“...Kenya, why are you so eager about this arrangement?”
This time, all of his focus turned to her.
“Why? Why are ya so negative? It’s a globalized world out dere, Tanzania! China, big mega corps, investment! We’re gonna have’ta be sailin’ dose seas to make our people rich!”
“Well I do know tha-“
“It’s things ya understand when ya become woke to the world like me, girl. I’ve made deals, I’ve seen da good, I’ve seen da bad, I’ve been around. An’ we’ve gotta stick together to get our voices heard! We’ve gotta protect ourselves from it if we’re gonna venture out dere! Or else our nature and businesses are gonna suffer!”
“And you’re planning to take my property too, right?”
Kenya huffed and shook his head, putting his phone down and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Dis again? C’mon Tanzania. Why do ya have to be like dat? I’ve tried to be a good brother, but all ya do is complain! And even among da others yer da only one who complains ‘bout bein’ in dis community! Why ya nervous when it comes to dis, when ya tell me I have no chill, eh? Why ya gotta be like dat? We family here, nah?”
“We are! But you’re the pushy big brother!”
Kenya frowned deeply.
“Well, I wanna help, ya know? An’ I can’t help yer not as rich an I control most da dough.”
“...Touché!”
“Gah! I wasn’t meanin’ to offend ya! Get a thicker skin, will ya?”
“Besides… our leaders will just get in another tizzy even if this one gets resolved. Not to mention your more fragile state; I know who I am, but your people are still somewhat fragmented, to say the least... And don’t you still think a child outright is too much? It’s too soon. We and our leaders are too different.”
“Ya keep sayin’, take it slow. Ya think dat works in today’s economy, sis? Wonder who he’s gonna look da most like… maybe she? Though they might be young n’ cute fo’ a long while since they’re gonna be a confederation, apparently… wonder how long it takes ‘em to age? Switzerland’s one, right?”
Tanzania almost fell over where she sat.
“Did you even listen to a word of what I said?!”
“...Anyway, we’re doin’ dat constitution no matter what!”
He put his phone in his pocket, suddenly stood up and grabbed her wrist.
“Kenya! Let me go!”
“It’ll be fine, girl!”
“I get it! Let me go!”
“Ah, women, women. Why ya gotta be like dis?”
“You’re walking too fast! This is a violation of sovereignty! This is exactly why I don’t trust this! Let go! KEENNNYYYAAA!!!!”
And thus, they made their way to yet another round of bickering, though not before getting yelled at by their bosses for tardiness even for their standards, and all the other members of the EAC could only sigh.
Mongol Empire jumped off her horse, commending her men for another battle well done.
They had returned early in the morning; that city had put up an annoying fight. Pitiful, really. It got more blood on her coat than expected, and it felt like it was freezing onto her.
She gave her trusted steed a pat before telling another one of her men to go quarter it.
“Another success, it seems.”
It was her Khan. She stood to attention.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go take a rest! You deserve it.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Taking a bag of loot, she made her way to the stream next to where her yurt stood, taking her helmet off and shaking her hair free. Soaking her blood-soaked coat into the stream, grumbling at how some of the bloodstains had soaked in, she didn’t notice the figure sneaking up behind her…
“Eke! Eke!”
She spun around, and there was a little boy with the appearance of a 5-year-old, looking awfully proud of himself.
Batudai, her precious oldest son.
It hadn’t been long after her formation she had found herself the mother of a few Egg-realms - she was quite shocked, she was chronologically younger than even some human mothers when Batudai was blessed upon her, though due to her rapid maturity she probably shouldn’t have been - and for some reason, she felt she knew there were going to be more in the future. Maybe if any future conquests were going to be to her taste, though carrying one like a normal woman would could only be a hinderance; she belonged with her men and her steed, in battle, firing arrows into the skulls of her pitiful enemies.
Though, it was a bit early for Batudai, she realized; it usually took the scent of roasting horse meat for him to wake up in the morning.
“Did I scare you? Thought I was asleep, didn’t you?”
She chuckled, set her coat aside, and ruffled the boy’s hair.
“Oh, you little mischievous you!”
He wrestled himself out of his mother’s grip, and gawked at the new riches that had been bought back; it wasn’t much, for nomads had to travel light, but that didn’t subtract from the fine feats of artistry they were.
“You got another one, right momma? Wow, you’re strong! And it’s so shiny!”
“But ah, you see Batudai…”
He sat down, looking at his mother with his sparkling, innocent eyes.
“There’s an even greater treasure. One that isn’t as tangible, but it is more valuable than any gold… the glory of conquest. The crushing of defiance. The visible loss of hope in your enemies’ eyes! The croak of petty, weak humans as an arrow pierces their throat! The weeping of a grieving realm as they reap the consequences of their insolence for daring to defy you! The delightful snap of a sword through the neck! The crack of bones under hooves! The fear and despair upon the face of those who heard of your feats as they bow at the hooves of your horse begging for mercy! THAT is the true treasure!”
Her son looked at her, tilting his head.
“...What?”
“...Sorry. I got a bit carried away.”
“So what I’m got from that is, you’re really strong? ...I wanna be like you, momma! I’m gonna be strong like you some day!”
Notes: I tried not making Spain a one-note bad guy here guys. I really did. It is Gib’s POV, so it will be biased. Though personally I am a bit more on Gib’s side here. I’m sorry for any Spanish readers, it’s just that nations can’t help but act like Narcs by default. Especially former and current Superpowers. Modern Germany is probably the only major world player who isn’t some degree of Narc and that’s only because of extraordinary circumstances.
Africa: I can’t rely on individual tribe cultures for many Africans because choosing one would not represent the nations, so I kind of have to rely on stereotypes. But I wanted to actually go with what Africans thought of each other. ...But my god was information hard to find. And I thought finding information on Liet was a pain. I had so few good sources. Yay. I hope they had some merit.
Kenya talks like that because I saw a comparison on Quora or something made that if Tanzanian Swahili was standard English, Kenyan (or at least capital region) Swahili would be kind of like AAVE. While it’s not a reliable source, I didn’t have a lot to go off of at all, so I had to go with what I got. I hope I can reach my Kenyan friend soon. I really gotta contact him again... But still the more educated of the two speaking with more of an accent is a pretty good way to play with expectations I think.
Kenya isn’t just animals and tribes in the countryside living traditional lifestyles, but it’s also a business hub, a growing nation thought to have a bright future. I also heard that because of that, some Tanzanians get the impression that Kenyans are in a bit of a rush all the time, like the New York “I’m walkin’ here!” stereotype, not responding much to casual greetings. Or maybe it’s just Nairobi, but still again, I really don’t have much information. So I wanted to reflect that here; he’s a busy, fast-talking, somewhat impatient modern young businessman who knows a bit about how the world of international relations works.
He’s eager about the EAC here because the aforementioned Kenyan friend was, and many points Kenya makes were based off of his, but idk how popular his opinion is, even though he claimed it was a popular opinion. I think he also claimed that Kenyan national identity was pretty unified but information I found indicated otherwise, so maybe he’s just a passionate Kenyan nationalist who while not extreme is a bit more optimistic than others. Still he’s my best source now.
Kenya is a bit of a phonaholic because smartphones are apparently even huger in Africa than the rest of the world, because they’re small and cheaper and easier to use than a computer; due to this, they use them for a lot of business things and have been a boon for entrepreneurship in Africa. In Kenya, Techno is a local brand made to fulfill local needs and has a larger share than other brands, which is just great news in general. And i thought just worked as a shorthand to immediately convey that he’s young (I’d say he’s like 20 to 21 here? Note that most of Western Europe is almost if not in their 30s at this time), a business type, impatient, tech savvy, modern and far from the primitive African stereotype, and constantly receptive to information but a bit inconsiderate of Tanzania’s needs all at the same time. And I may or may not have been inspired by my African friends, though it was the Liberian one who wasn’t afraid to just start casually scrolling on his phone as soon as he found what I was saying uninteresting. I was shocked but I kind of appreciate the bluntness.
Tanzania meanwhile is more quiet and polite, actually a bit more laid-back, though that isn’t seen much here, but less worldly. She’s more of a conservative person, but I made her female because apparently Tanzania is pretty high on the Gender Parity Index, though obviously as seen here there is still sexism. And I couldn’t make Zanzibar female (not only is Zanzibar even more culturally conservative but Zanzibar is grammatically male and Tanganikya/Tanzania female in most languages with that, it was too good to pass up) though in their cultures it would still be a bit weird that the more prominent one of the two is the wife. Then again it’s not like the two would be particularly close anyway, I’d imagine they barely think of each other as husband and wife (and thank goodness because Tanganikya would have been like... 14 at the time at most? Ewwww...).
Being a former Socialist state, Kenya’s Capitalism-babble can go over her head, so Kenya probably thinks that she’s a bit dumb, especially because she’s not as educated as him. The biggest opposition to the EAC seems to be from Tanzania, because of a history of Kenyans buying up Tanzanian land and fears that a confederation would make it worse. Kenya would have more power in this dynamic it seems, despite Tanzania having more landmass, if not among the EAC as a whole, just by virtue of him being the one who has the most idea and conviction of what he’s doing; it’s kind of like how Germany finds himself as having to be the leader in the EU, except unlike Germany Kenya is nowhere near as humble (despite his rather fractured identity, though that is merely mentioned here) and hasn’t been deprogrammed from his instincts. So it’s kind of easy to see why she would be a bit skeptical. Though I seriously hope this happens sometime soon, because I just want to see more underdogs succeed in this geopolitical landscape.
Mongolia: Batudai here is who is to later become Yuan, and modern Mongolia. While Mongolia and Mongol Empire are conflated in canon, and are shown to be male I think, I make them separate entities since I thought that would be the easiest to write due to how the Mongol Empire eventually split apart.
“Tengri” is the God of the original religion of the Mongols, from what I can gather basically being synonymous with the heavens.
And, yeah... the dark joke in the room. The Mongols were quite fond of... ahem, helping themselves to the women they conquered. Since I make Mongol Empire female, due to the relatively high social standing of women in Mongol society at the time, I can imagine she’s done unpleasant stuff to some of the many male realms she terrorized over her short but brutal career, especially since they’re more likely to find a man being victimized by a woman to be humiliating...
I have had the idea that Yuan is the son of China and Mongol, even though I imply that he doesn’t have a father here because I thought that writing implying there was a pregnancy would complicate things and it would weigh her down, and it’s just hard to pin down what the timeline for births of Egg Nations should be due to their nature. Also it wasn’t like China was taken over immediately of course, and as strong as she is he’s too proud to let that happen unless he’s completely defeated.
I did say that she’s terrible even for an Alt-talia character, right?
But I headcanon her as a good mother because Genghis Khan is still widely admired in Mongolia. In fact, saying something bad about him is akin to heresy. It’s not just a Vikings and Scandinavians situation either, like, a gag manga got blasted by Mongolians for using his image in vain once (I hope no Mongolians see my work... aah...). As such, to Mongolia themselves, Mongol Empire was a loving mother, and that was the only Mongol Empire they knew. They know little about the suffering she caused, just the good side she showed them.
Also, while I kind of want to make Mongolia female, it seems that it might be a bit more logical to make them male, hence them being male here. While Mongolia is kind of known for having a “reverse gender gap”, this is due to the women being sent to do less traditional work; which means universities, which in a modern societies leads to modern success. That isn’t really an indication of how society sees women in general. I would much prefer them to be female, because I can see interesting dynamics play out between her and China during the Yuan Dynasty, but until further notice Mongolia is male to be safe.
I love the cardverse au so I drew Paris. Not much to say about her other than that in the au she has a secret relationship with the princess of spades (London) even though the princess is betrothed to the princess of clubs (Moscow). I’ll expand on that in another post.
“Geez Emi, I thought I told you not to get into fights with the other kids. Especially kids from families that are in the mafia. Your just going to make things harder on Dad....”
Angelo always looks out for his little sister since he’s a good big brother. he might scold her too but he just wants to keep her safe.
(I’ll do two for today since I couldn’t choose a character to do for yesterday’s prompt))
