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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Quatre + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 148. Baby Series 3 #216. Takes place following Nothing Was Irreversible. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Fashionably Late "I would not wish to keep you from your routine, Milliardo. I am sure you have more important matters to attend than treating uninvited guests to morning tea." "When one is King one finds few complaints about one's tardiness. They undoubtedly complain in absentia, but quite frankly, I don't care. I believe the phrase `fashionably late' applies when the King sees fit to be tardy." The cat sprawled across his forearm stretched languidly, claws extended to pierce air before Nelson rubbed his cheek against Milliardo's wrist and mewed, the tip of his tail flicking lazily with content. "Or `the King's prerogative' also applies." White teeth bared in a smile that did not reach his eyes. "However they wish to couch it in diplomatic niceties it makes no difference to me. I have my own set of prerogatives." That was exactly what worried Quatre. The man had an agenda and that was Quatre's business because he had seen fit to back the move to restore the throne to the Peacecraft line. That meant crowning the man known as the Terror of Earth. At the time Quatre had found no viable option for an alternative and undeniably Sanc had improved, but short term was not long term and the possibility for disaster had by no means diminished. "I understand you received an invitation to speak to the Council of Representatives." If he was stuck here by propriety he might as well make use of the meeting. Milliardo might grow weary of the subject and deem the morning tea done. "The invitation has been received though I am yet to respond. To be honest I do not particularly care to attend. The dates are somewhat inconvenient to my duties in Sanc and all they wish to do is gawk and show their claws in a diplomatic fashion. All in the interest of ensuring I know my place." "There are many who are nervous over your rise to power." "Sanc is a backwater country in this progressive, modern world. Beaten down repeatedly by the `greater powers' to the point where we are beneath notice… or would be had I not come to the throne. The focus of the ESUN should be on assisting the people of Sanc to restore something of their pride. The ESUN is notably tardy about ensuring the country has adequate access to modern conveniences such as power for lighting and heating and adequate assistance in importing foods and raw materials designed to build a country, not merely maintain current levels." Milliardo lightly ran a hand down the young cat's back, eliciting a mew of pleasure. "I have been made King, a role that demands dedication. I have never put half an effort into anything I have done and I do not mean to start now. The ESUN can await the pleasure of Sanc. My concern is with this little patch of land and if I attend the Council, I dare say I will be fashionably tardy to their meeting." ~ * ~ |
