It was early on a Sunday morning when Madam Hilley awoke from her sleep "Hunter!", she yelled, hitting her sleeping husband. "What?!", he asked as he fell out of bed in shock. "The presidential baby is on its way!", she shrieked, jumping out of bed. She turned on all of the lights and began to yell into the hallway. "Call Syrixia, call the Congress, call the Air Force!", she hollered. "This is a child, not a declaration of war.", replied her husband calmly. Madam Hilley grabbed her husband's shoulders and shook him. "This is a presidential child!", she shrieked as she grabbed her phone. She dialed up Mr. Nursson and began to speak. "Hey, this is Abigail. I need you at the Pigletville Hospital in like, 30 minutes...", her husband grabbed the phone from her and said, "Are you crazy?! It's like 1AM! What is Mr. Nursson going to do? Come on, let's go." The Hilleys were escorted to a car, and started their drive to the Pigletville hospital.
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Unbeknownst to the Guslants, however, Mr. Nursson was already talking with the now DEPUTY Prime Minister, John Sirus.
The two men were good friends, though Sirus was more friendly with the Dispersis than with the Guslants, while Nursson was vice-versa.
After hanging up the phone, Nursson said to Sirus, "This is interesting. Well, at least now we have an excuse for you to meet the Guslants."
"Indeed. Should we bring our kids too? This isn't exactly what one may call formal."
"Nah, though I would suggest you bring David; and I'll bring Edmund. They're mature enough to not go wild inside the hospital."
"Alright, sir. I'll get them, you go ahead and get the Syrixian Star up and running."
"Righto!"
The two men parted ways, and did as they said they would. Within minutes, the Prime and Deputy Prime Ministers, their wives Margaret and Patricia, and their oldest sons Edmund Nursson and David Sirus were off to Pigletville.
After arriving, the Syrixians dashed off the plane and got in the limo that had been waiting for them.
"Pigletville Hospital. Pay you when we arrive. GO!" stuttered Margaret Nursson.
The car immediately drove off, fast as it could go without speeding, to the Pigletville Hospital.
The two men were good friends, though Sirus was more friendly with the Dispersis than with the Guslants, while Nursson was vice-versa.
After hanging up the phone, Nursson said to Sirus, "This is interesting. Well, at least now we have an excuse for you to meet the Guslants."
"Indeed. Should we bring our kids too? This isn't exactly what one may call formal."
"Nah, though I would suggest you bring David; and I'll bring Edmund. They're mature enough to not go wild inside the hospital."
"Alright, sir. I'll get them, you go ahead and get the Syrixian Star up and running."
"Righto!"
The two men parted ways, and did as they said they would. Within minutes, the Prime and Deputy Prime Ministers, their wives Margaret and Patricia, and their oldest sons Edmund Nursson and David Sirus were off to Pigletville.
After arriving, the Syrixians dashed off the plane and got in the limo that had been waiting for them.
"Pigletville Hospital. Pay you when we arrive. GO!" stuttered Margaret Nursson.
The car immediately drove off, fast as it could go without speeding, to the Pigletville Hospital.
Tomb
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In the Presidential Palace in The Threshold of Tomb, The Democratic Republic of Tomb, President Tomb was hovering busily with his pen moving in his hand and making scratching sounds as it moves across the paper. When all of a sudden the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hello President Tomb, I hope you're doing great sir. Sir, we wanted to let you know that the Presidential Family of Guslantis is having a baby in 10 minutes, a Presidential Baby."
"Oh yes, yes. I remember those days when my presidential family used to have them. Madam Tomb used to bring the Secret Service to make sure that no one harms the baby. Those wild days."
"Well, yes, sir, I am... sure they were wild, but that's not why I am calling --"
"Yes, of course it's not, in these circumstances, we're supposed to, to..."
"Pay a state visit and deliver our congrats, sir. It's international diplomacy sir."
"Oh, yes, I remember. Please ring up Madam Tomb and let her know that we're flying to the Pigletville Hospital right ahead."
"Hello."
"Hello President Tomb, I hope you're doing great sir. Sir, we wanted to let you know that the Presidential Family of Guslantis is having a baby in 10 minutes, a Presidential Baby."
"Oh yes, yes. I remember those days when my presidential family used to have them. Madam Tomb used to bring the Secret Service to make sure that no one harms the baby. Those wild days."
"Well, yes, sir, I am... sure they were wild, but that's not why I am calling --"
"Yes, of course it's not, in these circumstances, we're supposed to, to..."
"Pay a state visit and deliver our congrats, sir. It's international diplomacy sir."
"Oh, yes, I remember. Please ring up Madam Tomb and let her know that we're flying to the Pigletville Hospital right ahead."
Felis
TNPer
(OOC:This is gonna look so short on my 1080p monitor...)
The Vilsuun of the Eknorve sub-region sat in the Cronaal Embassy of Guslantis, he was immediately notified of the president's new child being born in the Pigletville Hospital.
"What! Why was I never told she was pregnant" Jok'mey said, he recieved no reply from the man notifying him.
Several minute later, four to be exact, the Vilsuun had prepared a small handgun and gotten ready two suited men with heavy firearms. The Vilsuun looked at the messenger,
"There is a civil war in my nation..." he said.
The Vilsuun of the Eknorve sub-region sat in the Cronaal Embassy of Guslantis, he was immediately notified of the president's new child being born in the Pigletville Hospital.
"What! Why was I never told she was pregnant" Jok'mey said, he recieved no reply from the man notifying him.
Several minute later, four to be exact, the Vilsuun had prepared a small handgun and gotten ready two suited men with heavy firearms. The Vilsuun looked at the messenger,
"There is a civil war in my nation..." he said.
(OOC: This music is playing while this scene happens: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guIaCocnNaw&list=WL&index=8)
The car was admittedly slow for a limo, and as it arrived at the hospital, two other cars pulled up. Nursson and his family got out first, and without talking to anyone, they threw open the doors and dashed down the hallway.
Meanwhile, Sirus and his family, who were naturally a bit slower, ran out when the people in the other cars did. John noticed President Tomb, and after a quick handshake, he proceeded to follow the Prime Minister's family into the hospital.
The bunch dashed up the stairs and into the hallway where the room where Madam Hilley was giving birth was in, which was at the end of that hallway.
"COME ON, LADS! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" yelled Nursson to everyone behind him.
The car was admittedly slow for a limo, and as it arrived at the hospital, two other cars pulled up. Nursson and his family got out first, and without talking to anyone, they threw open the doors and dashed down the hallway.
Meanwhile, Sirus and his family, who were naturally a bit slower, ran out when the people in the other cars did. John noticed President Tomb, and after a quick handshake, he proceeded to follow the Prime Minister's family into the hospital.
The bunch dashed up the stairs and into the hallway where the room where Madam Hilley was giving birth was in, which was at the end of that hallway.
"COME ON, LADS! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" yelled Nursson to everyone behind him.
Felis
TNPer
An image of the Vilsuun
Just before the Vilsuun left his office, he grabbed his OnePlus Sixteen and checked the Eknorve News, bad as usual. He then proceeded to walk through the door with his two men he'd hired to protect him during these violent times. Anything could happen, anywhere.
he and the two men left the embassy and stepped into an armoured vehicle as fast as possible, the Vilsuun missed the sunlight but it was necessary to keep him safe. They drove the vehicle down several roads for roughly and hour or two, they didn't care, until they arrived at the Pigletville Hospital.
The Vilsuun ran through the doors of the building and asked the receptionist where the national leaders were...
Just then, the national leaders burst into Room 16, on Floor 2 of the Pigletville Hospital, where the President and his wife were. The Vilsuun wasn't too far behind, so pretty much almost everyone was there. Luckily they had made it; there were still 4 minutes until the baby's birth.
Tomb
TNPer
As President Tomb was chatting with the foreign politicians and congratulating Madam Hilley's husband, one of his guards came and whispered something into his ear.
Right after that, President Tomb said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me. Please inform Madam Hilley that I visited her as I am sure she can't notice me right now with the agony she's going through. I might be back to say hello to her and the newborn, but it depends on the situation,er, the matters back home."
President Tomb was about to leave, but as he was turning the door knob, he discovered he was too late. Someone was twisting it the other way and opening the door.
Right after that, President Tomb said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me. Please inform Madam Hilley that I visited her as I am sure she can't notice me right now with the agony she's going through. I might be back to say hello to her and the newborn, but it depends on the situation,er, the matters back home."
President Tomb was about to leave, but as he was turning the door knob, he discovered he was too late. Someone was twisting it the other way and opening the door.
Inside the hospital room, Madam Hilley let out a shriek of pain. "Don't worry, Abigail, the child is coming," said the doctor. The nurse escorted the diplomats to a waiting room not far from the room. "The president asks that you wait outside for the birth of their first child. I will announce the sex of the child and name soon after birth, with consent of the two," she said calmly. Madam Vice Ryan was the one to enter the hallway late, running into President Tomb. "I am dearly sorry about that, here take a butterscotch!" she said happily as she dug into her purse and handed the president a butterscotch wrapped in golden plastic.
Hours past as the baby Hilley was born. Suddenly, the child's cries were heard as the baby was rolled out to be weighed. The nurse entered the waiting room and gave the diplomats a report. "Madam Hilley gave birth to a healthy baby girl at 5:34 AM. The child shall be named Victoria Mariana Hilley, and will be available to the parents and guests soon." Inside the hospital room, Madam Vice Ryan and First Gentleman Hilley hugged Madam Hilley. "Congratulations Abigail, your baby is born!" said the vice happily. "Well, it wasn't the boy I was hoping for...but, I know I'll be a good father either way," remarked her husband. Abigail beckoned Madam Ryan over to where she was laying. "Cassidy, I want you to tell the cabinet that I will be taking a six month maternity leave from the office, and are hereby putting you in charge," she said. Cassidy smiled as the doctor entered and was carrying the small Victoria in his arms. "She is now ready for all guests approved by the parents," the doctor said with a smile.
Nursson and Sirus were the first to enter. Sirus was particularly a sucker for babies, so it was no surprise he wouldn't stop looking at the cute thing. On the other hand, Nursson, as a true man of government would, was more serious and smiled a bit.
"Oh, Alfred, remember Edmund when he was that young?" Margaret said softly.
"Hm." said Nursson. Something seemed off about him. Margaret instantly knew what was up. He was remembering who they had sworn to forget: Markus.
"Oh, honey, please try not to think about Markus..." Margaret said. She was a bit too loud and now she was worried she had attracted attention.
She hoped for the best.
"Oh, Alfred, remember Edmund when he was that young?" Margaret said softly.
"Hm." said Nursson. Something seemed off about him. Margaret instantly knew what was up. He was remembering who they had sworn to forget: Markus.
"Oh, honey, please try not to think about Markus..." Margaret said. She was a bit too loud and now she was worried she had attracted attention.
She hoped for the best.