#one v. tired England and a horde of little colonies

[shachaai]

[Fic] Child’s Talk in April

Title: Child’s Talk in April Pairings/Characters: Fem!England, India, Wales, Ireland, many, many little colonies, and India/f!England mentioned (but not the fic focus) Rating: Teen - one f-word Summary: England. April 1862. England spends some time at home with most of the British Empire on Easter Sunday. Family, imperialism and trouble in the Americas mix only with a headache.

Notes: real life and research means that yes, I am posting an Easter fic a whole month and a bit after Easter. Happy Easter.

  “James, for the third time,  get down from the trees!”

Halfway up the old apple tree and with his arms full of branches -  again -  , New South Wales turns his head with the grudging pace of one who knows they are in for a lecture to where England is sitting at a table on the garden patio with India and Wales. Even at a distance and under the steady spring budding of green leaves, the boy’s eyes are huge and wounded, vainly trying to communicate to his exasperated guardian all of the opportunities he feels he is clearly missing out on - all the opportunities she is so cruelly depriving him of.

“But if there’re eggs up here -”

England sets down her empty cup of tea firmly enough its saucer rattles; India begins pouring her more from the still-warm pot without bothering to ask her about it. “I told you at the start: none of the eggs are hidden above eye-level.”

New South Wales swings himself around a thick branch just so he can see the patio better, his tone turning indignant. “But your eye-level is twice the height of ours!”

On AO3.