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Hey, welcome to part sixteen of World is Mine, a Become One With Russia challenge. Lurking in the neighbourhood are lots of nations. How many can Russia persuade to move in before he dies?

Last time, babies, babies, everywhere. More than you can shake a stick at.

So, eleven babies. ELEVEN *censored* BABIES. Russia calls all the nannies in the neighbourhood and I discover one of the old, fugly ones who has previously escaped the nanny cull.

Poland: This house is getting totally not fun right now. I know how to change that!
*bubbles everywhere*

Last time we brought trucks. Let's see what building a seaport does.

Pah.

So, I used boolprop to make it the quads birthday and Ukraine beat Russia to the first kid. Engria, the single boy, is... bald. Poor kid. Still, at least he has a scalp.

This little girl is Austriland. She's kinda cute, but no Frania, aka, Cutest Toddler In The World.

Vienna. I can't tell if she's cute or not with all that damn hair. That's one bad, bad, toddler hairstyle. I hope it'll suit her better when she grows up.

And finally, London, who amuses me greatly by growing up with a nation-tastic hair curl, haha. But sorry, England and Austria, none of your kids are as cute as France and Lithuania's.
England: No problem, we'll keep on trying.
Ack.

Vienna proves she is a child of England by making a beeline for the pirate ship.

As does London. Engria probably would is Ukraine wasn't throwing him around.
Ukraine: He's so cute! Do you think they'd notice if I kept him?

Meanwhile, Frania basks contentedly in the knowledge that she is the cutest of them all.

Turkey is finding pregnancy uncomfy.

Austria, exhausted by the birth of all his children, takes refuge outside. Sadly it's no quieter there.
Master: Curse you, villainous rubbish bin!

I decide to leave the two sets of twins as babies for a little while longer as that really is too many toddlers to deal with, and so the last child to be aged up for now is Prrussia.

...Who, like her half-brother, ages up into invisible hair. *sigh* I blame NyoRussia. She is, after all, a sim of glitchy hairness herself.

Prussia: I am so awesome, breastfeeding my child. Bet you never saw anything as awesome as this before!
Actually, Hong Ko-
Prussia: My milkshake brings all the babies to the yard!

Turkey: I DON'T WANT KIDS! I HATE BEING PREGNANT.

And it's the return of the Men In Black! Running turned out to be a dead loss last time, so this time, hide!

And Taiwan is queen of hide and seek.

See, now this is the problem with elder nannies. They have a nasty habit of dropping dead.

And Poland grows old and saggy.

America: Hey, wanna mess with simgod's head?

Prussia: Sounds awesome to me, babe!
Sadly (for them) they fail.

And so they dance.

Another attempt to out-baby the England's fails.
Russia: It was fun though!

And then the Master and Seven age into teens. Badly.

Jeez, would you just look at that. Look at all the toddlers I have. And who's not holding any? The England's. Tell us again how much you don't suck at bringing up kids, yeah?

My screen. Crawling with children. PITY ME.

It's the smustle, China style. Oh hey, and look, Prrussia grew some hair.

China: It's a jump to the left, and then a step to the right!

Everyone: And it's the pelvic thrust, that really drives you insaaaaaaaaaaaane.
Yes, the pelvic thrusting has been doing that, thank you.

South Italy: I can't cope, too many babies!
England: YOU can't cope?! I'm stuck with them!
South Italy: Until they declare indepe-
England: NOT LISTENING LA LA LA.

Good to see the children are in no immediate danger of starvation. Tripping and breaking their necks? More likely than you might think.

Ukraine: How about this one? I can keep this one, right?
No.
Ukraine: Aw, come on, you don't even know which one it is!
Yes, but no.

Ukraine: Here, better practise.
Turkey: Um, thanks. I think.

Nannies: Oh heavens, we cannot reach the fridge for there is an obstacle in our path!
It's a stinky bottle. Novel idea here, but if you threw the stinky bottles away, you could navigate a path to the fridge!
Nannies: Oh no, we can't be doing that.

Seven: It's not fair, you got the good genetics while my face is mostly made of eyes!

America: I'm a good cook, really. England taught me everything she knows.
Saucepan: *farts ominously*
America: It took about ten minutes. But obviously that's just because I'm a fast learner.

KEEP DREAMING, SUNSHINE.

Denied more babies, it's smustlin' time!

Alien 1: Hey, isn't that, you know, what's his name, our babydaddy?
Alien 2: Estonia?
Alien 1: No, not him, the other one.
Alien 2: England?
Alien 1: No-
Alien 2: The other England? Turkey? Estonia? Wait, already said him.
Alien 1: Hong Kong!
Alien 2: Oh, him! Sorry, easy to forget seeing as he never speaks to the child. Let's have a chat with him about that.

Hong Kong: Noooooo! I'm too old for this shit!

And honest to God, nothing interesting at all happened while he was gone.

Aliens: And make sure he brushes his teeth!

England: So, Turkey, looking forward to having a baby?
Turkey: Not really, no.
England: Oh? That's a shame, babies are totally fab. I adore all my children. I'm trying not to play favourites, but there's one, Frania, she's completely adorable.
Turkey: Frania? Isn't she France's kid?
England: Not any more!

Let's get some more nations in this house!

Success!

France and Lithuania, having sex for fun. Because you can't improve on perfection.

Russia: Halp, I can't get past this row of children passed out on the floor!
Nanny: *useless*

Didn't I just have this one? Let's see if we can get a different answer for the seaport.

That's a no then.

What the hell is up with that dog?

FIRE!

You can bet that after the carnage the last fire caused, Russia's all over that fire.

But dammit all, while he was dealing with that, Turkey got caught in a hunger-tired loop that pregnancy only made worse. D: Which means no Turkish alien baby. *sob* Bye, Turkey.

As soon as we can, we will.

But we can't hang around mourning Turkey forever. Let's age up some kids! Will Frania be just as adorable as a child as she was as a toddler?

All signs point to yes!

Engria: CLEAN ME!
Lithuania: You're not even my kid! Why am I holding you?!
Because you have to beat down a path of admirers standing between you and your daughter? Just a guess.

Had to wait for Spock to wake up before she could age up. So weirdly enough, despite being born before Frania, she is now younger.

And she's improved with age, I think.

Whoa, floating newspaper! Do we have a ghost in the house?

Prussia: I am so awesome, I can make newspapers levitate.

You'd never believe I built a huge dormitory block for this household.

Instructions? Russia don't need no instructions!

Russia: *struts*

The quads are awake, time to age them up! Let's start with London.

London: I stink!
But now you're old enough to shower. Yay!

And NyoCanada sneaks into the household while I'm not looking.

Engria next. I've decided that if he remains bald, Imma give him a mohawk when he hits the teen years.

Cute PJ's.

Austriland waits for her mother to arrive before ageing up.

Oooh, rather pretty. She's growing on me, this one.

We interrupt birthdays to show you Canada nomming gelatin.

And Japan is happy to be going to work.

South Italy: Wait, why am I holding this smelly scream machine?

Prrussia's time to grow up.

And much like every other child in the house, it goes badly.

And just to complete the set, Vienna grows up badly too. And I'm still not all that sure about her hair.

Suck it up and accept the price. And STOP BUYING THOSE SMEGGING TICKETS.

Finally, an outcome I actually like!

Experience tells me a failure at joining is a fine, while a failure at seating is a loss of enthusiasm. Normally I wouldn't much care either way, but hobby enthusiasm increases the chances of the gypsy matchmaker popping over with a magic lamp, which YES PLEASE. So go join!

Oh noes. We have lost some of out vast riches. Never mind, I'm sure we'll manage without.

Sadly I can't remember which of these decreases the enthusiasm.

Apparently it's that one.

So, all the toddlers have been aged into children, which means it's time for the remaining babies to grow up. Let's start with an Awesome twin.

Say hi to Prussica! Isn't she adorable?

Chancecardus Interupptus. Ethnic food hasn't let us down yet!

And it's still good.

Random Customer: Scuse me, I'd like to complain about the appalling customer service-
Russia: Here's a simolean. Call someone who cares.

And meet Amerissa!

Alien twins are asleep, so Russia checks out the World Wide Web. It finds the world.

Should I really be letting these kids play with pirate toys?

Hong Kong: Fuck aliens.
Yeah... you kind of did.

Congratulations, Britannia!

Moar babies in the air. First is Rassilon.

He grew up in formal wear, he's very obviously England's kid.

As does Romana. And that's the last of the babies grown up. Phew! Until next time!

Hetalia sims moved in: Thirty-five nations, many offspring.
Hetalia sims died: Seven
Hetalia sims undied: Five
Total nations: Thirty-three.

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