A/N: Story inspired by 'Fate Soul', written byRequiemOfANightmare. Also, it might not be what you were expecting when you clicked this story. Don't judge to harshly.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything aside from Alexander

Chapter 1: Didn't expect this at all.

Let it be known that being a baby sucks, like literally. I had to suck on tits to just survive. Which is what I'm doing right now while my mother was busy cooing at me and rocking me steadily. I couldn't help but smile happily at her motherly gestures. Let it also be known that it had nothing to do with the fact that I was sucking on her tits. Not at all.

Well, how am I a baby in the first place? Well, that I'm not entirely sure myself. The last thing I remembered is that I was busy crossing the street but by reading shit ton of fanfics I concluded that I died by being ran over by something and got jettisoned out of the reincarnation wheel of memory erasing somehow and ended up here with all my memory intact.

If you ask me what's it's like to be reborn I would say that it's very traumatizing experience to be squeeze out of your mothers womb. I guess that's why no one remembers it. I wouldn't wish for it to befell even to my worst enemies. I'm not saying that I wouldn't want them to be born, I'm just saying that it's best no one could actually remember the experience of being born. I can still remember my mothers faint, buzzed screaming because of my undeveloped hearing and the sensation of being pushed out of her you know what, and I'm pretty sure I was covered in blood and other kinds of liquid. Oh god, the horror. The nightmares.

But let's talk about being a fetus first. To start it all off you had to spend nine months being crammed inside your mother's womb to develop your body slowly. Nine long antagonizing months of being bored inside your mothers womb. I was constantly longing for the touch of my keyboard and missing the games that I play dearly and the fanfictions that I read to pass the time. But hey, at least I got time to get over the fact that I died somehow. Still can't remember how I died though.

The first thing that I noticed after getting my conscious back is that everything is dark, I feel odd and couldn't move any parts of my body. Then I panicked, my mind was thinking of absurd things like being kidnapped by aliens or I got into an accident and became paralyzed or I'm in some sort of coma where only my mind was still awake.

Over the course of a few months, I got over the fact that I can't move, and didn't need anything to eat or do any other bodily functions. I also noticed that I seem to be submerged in some sort of liquid. Sometimes my body would brush against the soft walls that I'm being confined in and I make note that I'm not in some sort of tube since the walls are not made of glass or metal. It feels rather….fleshy? I actually thought was eaten by some sort of giant monster and is slowly being digested in it's stomach but feeling the lack of pain from being digested and the amount of time had passed I discarded the idea.

By the time I could finally move my shabby and still developing limbs I had already realised that I was a baby. And the panic came anew and my thoughts went to a completely different direction. At first is 'How the fuck did I die!?' then when I got over that I started praying 'Please have a dick.' over and over again.

I have no desire to bleed from my vagina once a month thank you very much and I do enjoy being a male like in my previous life. But as it stands it's till too early to figure out which gender I was and so I could only resign myself to wait for the result. And if I do ended up as a girl….maybe I could strangle myself to death with the umbilical cord once have enough function over my hands…. Now that's just dark. Thinking about suicide even though I haven even been born yet. I think I may have reached a new level of depression.

But as the months passed I could feel my legs brush against something between my tight, it's small (of course it's small, I'm still being developed here) but it's there. I cheered mentally that I'm still a male and didn't have to kill myself inside my mother's womb and cause my would be parents trouble.

Then a question hit me. What am I suppose to do when I'm born?

After thinking about it for a very long time, since there's nothing better to do. In the end I decided to use the wait and see approach. Once I pop out into the world I should try my best to pretend to be a normal baby. As in shitting and pissing everywhere just for kicks. Maybe pretend to be an idiot and try to stick dangerous things into my mouth like a normal curious baby would. Then I could practice the puppy dog eyes to get what I want.

But back then, I had no idea what kind of world I would be born into yet so I really had my hopes up that it would be some sort of fictional world with magic and stuff. I couldn't wait to grow up and go on an adventure and explore the world filled with wonders. Maybe it could be a futuristic world with highly advances technology and flying cars. I would love to try the games there. Imagine Visual reality. Then 'Sword Art Online' wouldn't be a far fetch dream after all. Or even better, being reincarnated into the world of one of the Anime I watched. Oh, the endless possibilities. Oh well, it's still too early to know which one I would ended up in so in the mean time, I spend the rest of my days thinking about the foreseeable future of diaper changing.

But enough talking about being a fetus. It's boring as fuck. The end.

Now let's talk about what's it's like after being born. The entire thing could be summed up in one word. Hectic.

I could somehow sense that people were rushing everywhere to get things. It might be the movement in the air that's causing it. They were also shouting things I couldn't understand, might be in a different language, I kind hope it's Japanese but my ears were still underdeveloped to be able to hear them clearly. I could feel myself being wrapped by something and was being passed around.

They were talking again, I could hear the worried tone that they were using. One guy in particular seemed to be panicking for some reason. The chattering were increasing in volume as the worried voices continue. A woman, an old one I suppose? Her voice had the tone of an elderly so I'm guessing that she's an old lady. She seem to be trying to calm the male down.

Shouldn't he be happy? I mean, I'm born successfully right? So what seems to be the problem? Why do I feel so weird right now. I feel like I'm slowly fading away. Oh my god, am I a stillborn!? No wait, if I am then I wouldn't be here thinking about things right now. Then something in the back of my mind clicked.

Oh yeah. Babies were suppose to cry after being born to inflate their lungs. I guess I was too used to not breathing after being in the womb for too long and it caus- Holy shit I can't breath!

In my panic I did something that every baby were suppose to do. I cried and started flailing around. I instantly felt relieved as air entered my mouth, down my throat and inflate my lungs. I kept on crying for god knows how long as the people around be started to calm down. I guess it might be my fault because I temporary forgot how to breath. In my defense I didn't need to for nine months.

Then I felt myself being cradled gently in someone's arms. Said person was rocking me in their arms as I continue crying like a baby I am. I could hear said person's heart beat and a gentle female voice cooing at me to pacify my fear, whispering sweet nothings to me and sending me into a blissful slumber. I couldn't help but feel completely at ease in her presence. It's almost like my instincts were telling to me trust her with everything I have.

Then I woke up in the oddest way possible.

I woke up with a tit being shove onto my face. Well, I couldn't really see well yet but I can assume it was a tit because nipples. Also, I could taste the breast milk. Never would have thought I would actually see real boobies in my poor excuse of a life that I've lead.

I was a nobody. Just your average eighteen year old who likes playing games and messing around in the internet. Now I'm living every mans' dream to have tits being shove onto their faces first thing in the morning. At least I assumed it's morning. Can't tell.

And so begins the life of being a baby.

Good news, I can shit everywhere I want. Bad news, I can't move so I can only shit on myself and can't plant poop traps around the house. But that function will come in due time….Man, I must have been really bored while I was inside my mothers womb…

One year later

Good news, I'm now one year old. Which means I can now walk, mumbled weird words to pretend I'm still a retard and can still get what I want with my new found skill, the puppy dog eyes. I can also explore around my small humble house for things to do to stave off my boredom. Still not allowed to go out though. But from what I could see from the windows, mostly from the second floor where my bed is. I guess I'm in a small town or village judging from the buildings and people milling about.

Bad news, I never got the chance to plant stool traps since I'm mostly confined on the second floor because my parents are worrywarts and they also didn't want me to walking around the shop downstairs in case I get hurt. I've also found out that I'm not in some sort of fantasy or futuristic world since there's no magical creatures flying around, no weird looking plants or large forests and all that jazz. There weren't anyone carrying around big ass swords or staffs so I can also guess there isn't any form of guilds to that hires people to fight off monsters.

I'm reincarnated into the same world that I'm from, I guess?... Only thing is that I was born during the medieval era where electricity isn't a thing and they had old looking wooden buildings and still use horses to pull carts around.. My hopes for an awesome mystical adventure were crushed badly but I got over it pretty quickly. Who would have expected that I would go backwards in time anyway.

I've noticed that I've been having an easier time getting over things lately. I blame my state of mind and the trauma of being squeeze out of my mothers vagina.

Well, life in this era ain't all that bad but what do I know, I'm still a toddler. But from what I could gather by studying the daily lives of my parents for an entire year, the requirement to survive isn't really that high since all we need is food to eat, a warm bed to sleep in and a roof over our heads and paying taxes when some random dude came to collect them every month. But if you got sick then you're screwed six ways till Sunday because the only medicine that they have in this era is a prayer to God. And I don't believe in God. Good thing we're a healthy bunch.

From what I've saw so far, food shouldn't be too hard to get since my family seem to run a bakery or something downstairs because I can smell the bread everyday, I've also managed to walk down the stairs once and saw a large stone oven where the smell was coming from before my mother found me and carry me upstairs again.

We've already have nice warm beds and a roof over our heads and I suppose the bakery business is good since they always paid the taxes on time without any problem, at least I don't think there was a problem. If there is then I've missed it entirely. But my parents seem happy everyday so I'll assume that there isn't any problem.

Then there's winter. We have to stock up on our food and supplies like some preserved meat, veggies and firewood or risk starving and shivering to death in the cold. After that we continue the same routine yearly until you die of old age or illness.

I guessing that I'm going to have to inherit the bakery once I'm old enough then. Oh well, it's not really that bad. I do enjoy baking even before I died, now I just need to get used to operating the stone oven. The only thing I had a hard time getting used to was the toilets. I do wish they could invent indoor plumping already but I guess we all can't get what we want.

I still couldn't quite find out the year yet but I might in due time. But for now I must act like an innocent little child so my parents won't call witchcraft for being too smart for my age. I'm not sure about how witches are treated in this era and I don't wanna find out. But if I'm going to survive in this era I really need an attitude change or I might not live long. I'm going try being less hopeful for any magical things to happen and start thinking about how to actually survive in this day and age.

Anyway, I finally found out my parents names through the act of asking innocently. My father, Henry Randall, a big muscular middle aged guy with a badass black beard made out of pure badasstrosity. Also has a nice set of chest hair. His hair was black, short and well kept and eyes were crystal blue. He wears a loose white shirt and brown long pants with leather boots. He was built like a lumberjack that's for sure, it might be from all the wood cutting he did and hard labor that gave him his muscles. Needless to say, I feel safe when he's around.

My mother, Anne Randall, lovely lady with a beautiful face and a well defined features. Her hair was brown and tied into a ponytail, her eyes were the nicest shade of brown that's always so mesmerizing to look at. Oh and she looked about sixteen. Was I surprised when I realised how young she was? Totally.

I thought she was my sister or something when I first saw her but then I found out that shes my mum...well, let's just say I was in a state of shock for a while. Then again, I have no idea what the legal age for marriage is in this era so I'll withhold my judgment about my father being a pedophile. That lucky bosh'te, getting a lovely woman that any other men would die for. Was it because of the beard or chest hair? Might be because of both.

Anyway, she wears loose clothing like my dad, guess it's easier to move in. A modest long sleeve brown shirt and long skirt that reaches to her ankles.

Then there's me, Alexander Randall. One year old hyper active baby filled to the brim with curiosity. My hair and eye colour was taken from my father while my features were from my mother. Meaning that I looking girly enough to be pass as a female. Also, my mum thought it would be funny to put me in a dress. She couldn't stop gushing about it when she finally did and I really don't want to spoil her mood so I kept it on for an entire day, even if it's uncomfortable as hell.

Did I mentioned that I'm born in France and everyone is speaking french and that's why I had no bloody clue what everyone was talking about when I was born? I kinda had hopes that I was at least in japan because of Japanese, samurais and ninjas but meh, got over that pretty quickly too.

I have no idea what the name of the village I was born in called yet because I can't read french but I'm slowly learning. I guess it's thanks to my baby brain that I could absorb new information in a rapid rate. I also know how to swear in french and no I did not swear in front of my parents. I'm not that stupid. How did I learn that in the first place you ask?

Well, there's this one guy, I call him Bob for convenience sake, he's a frequent customer that would come by daily and would always complain about his day to whoever's free enough to listen to him a.k.a me, whenever I managed to sneak down from the second floor without being discovered. He tends to use a lot of swear words when he's venting out. I know I have my priorities wrong but hey, they sounded cool.

But he does get kinda heated once in a while and said more than he should. Thanks to that I now have a very rich vocabulary in the art of swearing in french. Bob would look like he's pissed all the time but deep inside he's a big softy. Sure he may call his wife a salope(Bitch/Slut) for ordering him around like the boss she is (I've met her before when she came and drag him home and to scold him for swearing in front of a toddler) but we all know that he doesn't really mean it.

I have no idea what's going to happen in France in this era though. I hope nothing bad happens. I kinda enjoy this life now even though I can't play the computer anymore. But seeing a bunch of young men being conscripted into the French army or the militia throughout the year made me doubt that. Something is brewing on the horizon, something big.

Then it hit me, I don't know jack shit about France's history. I'm was born and raised in South East Asia for crying out loud. What reason do I have to research other country's history in the first place? Heck, I don't even know my own country's history to begin with. If I was reincarnated in Florence during the renaissance then I would have at least know what would happen during 1459 – 1500 because of Ezio Auditore da Firenze from Assassin's Creed.

I'm pretty sure that I've read something significant that happened in France during my random surfing on Wikipedia but what was it about again? Argh, I can't remember. Is it war? I'm pretty sure it's war. The entire history of human kind is filled with wars so the question is, which one? I shouldn't have to worry about being drafted anytime soon since I'm only a year old so I can relax for now. Hopefully the war would end before I am finally old enough to be drafted….hopefully.

But enough of that. I'm currently standing in front of my bedroom window and watching the sun slowly peeking out from the horizon. It's a brand new day and it's time to wake my parents up so that they could start their business and bake delicious breads for everyone in the village. Why am I staring out the window instead of sleeping you ask? Nightmares. I fear that it may take a long time before I could even forget the events of my birth.

I move away from the window, my legs sinking into my mattress as I walk to the edge of my bed. I had to sit on the edge before I could slowly stick my leg down so I could touch the floor and use my hands to dangle on the edge so my legs could reach down further. It sucks being this short but at least I'm still growing. With my little feet finally on the ground I started tiptoeing towards the door and open it as silently as I can.

Once I'm out I continue moving like a ninja towards my parents room, trying not to make the wooden floor squeak beneath my weight. I tried to open their door without making the hedges squeak against my push. I succeeded like a boss and head on inside.

I look into their room and saw their bed, two figures that was covered by an extra large blanket were sleeping there, one breathing softly as she slept while the other was snoring. I could see my mother nuzzling her face against my father's big, strong arm with a small smile on her face while my dad was snoring away with his mouth wide open.

It was such a heartfelt scene to behold. It's almost sad that I have to destroy it. Almost.

Welp, time to be a brat and wake them up before I go back to sleep again.

I make perfectly sure that I'm unnoticed as I slowly move to my father's side. I narrowed my eyes at him as he continue to snore away, no doubt dreaming about something good if his grin on his face was anything to go by. It might have something to do with my mother's breast pressing against his arm though. Lucky bastard.

Now to be a good son and wake him up so he could prepare for the day ahead of him. With that said, I begin my warm up for what I was about to do and started doing stretches. Once I'm ready I started climbing the nightstand besides the bed, silently, like fucking a ninja man.

When I'm up and ready, I bend my knees and got as low as I could. My eyes were locked on to my target with all my focus. Then I leaped with all my strength and make sure that I stick up elbow out.

"Hyaaa!" I cheerfully yelled the as I rammed my elbow onto my father's stomach as I drop in.

"Oof!" the air was shot out of his lungs as I push myself up into a sitting position, laughing maniacally.

"Da, da." I called happily as I rock back and forth on top of my father, making him more uncomfortable while listening to his pained groans. I might be slightly jealous that he's hogging mother all for himself now that I'm old enough to sleep on my own and is getting revenge in the most childish way possible. Also, I suck at being a toddler, deal with it.

"Urgh, oh lord all mighty. The pain." my father grunted out as he grab my by my sides and lift himself up, causing me to squirm around in his grip. "Merde (Shit), my stomach." he grunted as he sat up straight and place me on his lap. He ruffle my hair while I try my best to defend myself form his attack. "Morning you little rascal, wish you would stop waking me up this way." he shook his head while a small smile on his lips and lift me up again.

You would think that he's pretty chill to have a one year old toddler doing his best impression of Leeroy Jenkins and elbow dropping from the nightstand but in truth, he's just used to it by now. Ma and Da was really freaking out the first time I did it. And boy was it fun to watch them react. Did they ever question the weird behavior of their one year old toddler? Nope, they just accept that it's part of my charm and roll with it.

He stood up and place me on the bed as he walk towards the wardrobe to change into his work clothes. "I swear I've only seen you do this to me and never to your mother." he mumbled as I took his place on the large, comfy bed and cover myself with the blanket and pulling up to my nose. I blink innocently at him from my position, pretending not to understand his words. But of course I would never do something like that to my mother. She's a woman for fuck sakes. Also, she's hella scary when she's angry. Kinda reminds me of Bob's wife. If all women in this era were this scary then I don't wanna marry...oh who am I kidding, they were still as scary as fuck even in the twenty first century.

My mother chose this moment to realise that her body pillow was missing and started reaching out to grab hold of something. Being the closest thing in the area I was instantly dragged in and cuddled by my mother as she mumbled contently at the newly acquired warm and squishy body pillow. I doubt she would be until the sun is shining through the window and I'm not strong enough to pry myself off so I'm guessing that I'm stuck here for now.

Oh well, my primary goal was to get rid of dad so I could have his side of the bed because it's bigger and more comfier. Now I'm going to go back to sleep until it's time for breakfast. All in all, I'm guessing it's a pretty good way to start the day.

Another year later

Tree, tree, bush, tree, random farmer, tree, dirt, grass, dirt.

Man, playing guess the object with myself is rather boring. Especially when you're stuck in a god knows how long road trip on a wagon with your parents. I could try to take a nap but the bumpy road wasn't helping much in that area. My head keeps hitting against the wood when I tried to lie down and it's getting painful.

I look away from the dull view of trees and bushes and sometimes people that we pass by and turn my attention to what's inside the wagon. Sitting on the opposite side of where I am is my mother. She was finely dressed now as oppose to the normal loose clothing that she wore at home. She's wearing a...how do you say it again? Formal peasant wear?

Anyway, she just looks more presentable for going out. She was reading a book silently while enjoying the wind blowing against her face. She noticed me staring and smiled at me, she gave a small wave and I wave back while a smile of my own. Then I turn to the front and saw my dad holding on to the reins of the horse. He was busy watching the road to notice me staring. He's also wearing presentable clothing now, kinda makes me wonder what the heck we're doing today.

I look down on my own clothes and they too were more presentable (clean shirt and pants) than what I usually wear (soft cloth that acts as a shirt and pants). The cloth does feel weird but I'll get use to it eventually. Like every other things that I got used to.

I turn my attention back to the view and noticed that there aren't as many trees as before and more open fields that's growing wheat. Looks like we're heading towards a farm.

Thinking back, nothing much has changed after surviving for another year in this era. Life's still moving slowly and my routine was still the same except I could go downstairs now as long as I don't cause mischief. Now that I could stay more than a few minutes downstairs without being found and carried back up because toddlers are very bad at hiding, I could gleefully take in what's downstairs without worrying about being found.

I had fun watching my parents work. My mother was responsible for making the dough for the breads while my father was responsible for operating the stone oven. They were working together in a very synchronize fashion that would most likely take years to perfect. Dad would sometimes sneak in a few pieces of bread for me to eat even though mum repeatedly told him not to because I would be too full to eat a meal later.

But judging by the look she gave both of us whenever he did and the reduced amount of food on my plate so that I don't waste food, I think that she knows but let it slide anyway. Mothers always knows and it's scary.

By the way, did I mentioned that teething sucks? No?

Teething sucks. The end.

When I woke up today I thought that it's going to be like every other day where I would wobble down the stairs like a drunkard and greet my parents drowsily and sit somewhere while they start their day and maybe wait for Bob to show up and learn some french (swearing).

I was undoubtedly surprised when I saw that the oven wasn't even on and the shop wasn't even lit. I was confused at the sudden change and thought that something had happened. I started worrying that maybe mum or dad got sick and couldn't work. If they're sick then it would most likely take a few days of resting to recover and I sure as hell know that praying would do jack shit against the common cold. I had lived in an age far more advanced than this, of course I wouldn't believe in something like praying to cure any form of disease and when they die they would just chalk it up as God's will. What a bunch of bull.

But before I could lunch into panic mode my mother walked out from the back, causing me to ease a bit of my worries when I saw her. I immediately tried to rush over to her but as it stands, being a two year old is still giving me troubles in my motor functions. Can't wait to be able to run perfectly again.

When I reach her I immediately hugged her leg and she gave me an awkward hug in return because of our position.

"Alex." she said in a gentle tone. "Good morning." she smiled at me when I look up.

"Moring." Fuck, it's still hard to say things properly.

Mum just giggled at my attempts to speak and 'boop' me on my nose, causing me to scrunch it up in reflex. "It's 'morning'" she corrected me and pats me head affectionately. I remove myself from her leg and pointed at the empty stone oven. She just tilt her head curiously before she understood what I was asking.

"Oh, we're not going to work today." she said as she carry me in her arms and started walking towards the stairs. "Today, we're doing something different." she said with a smile. "We're going to visit an old friend of mine."

When I heard about it I was excited. Doing the same thing everyday could be boring just so you know and since I've never gone out before I couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer.

Once she reaches upstairs I saw my dad, looking very well dressed and holding up a piece of clothing in his hands. I blinked at the sight of it. But before I could figure out what I is, I was placed on the bed and promptly raped- I mean dressed with said cloth. Turns out it's a shirt and pants. I kinda forgot that they were basic necessities and I had to wear them if I ever I go out since I'm usually only covered in cloth when I'm at home because it's more comfortable.

Once I'm clothed and had an annoyed expression on my face dad lift me up. "Come now boy, you'll need to start getting use wearing them from now on." he laughed heartily as he place me over his shoulder like a potato sack. I'm pretty sure you're not suppose to handle toddlers this way old man. But hey, it's your era, what do I know about it. Maybe the babies were sturdier here.

I responded by kicking wildly in the air just to see if he'll drop me, I regretted by decision as his normal grip turned into a death grip.

With everything prepared I was carried outside for the first time of my life(this life) and I saw...pretty much what I usually see when I'm staring out the window. The only new thing that interest me was the horse and the wagon it's pulling that's waiting in front of my house.

I never saw a horse before and boy was I nervous. I think I was gawking at it like an idiot. My mother noticed my expression and burst out laughing before she took me from my father's death grip. She carefully inch me closer to the horse's head and I was scared. It looks so big, maybe that's because I'm small.

"Go on now. Try touching her." my mother encouraged. So it's a her? How can they tell? I slowly reach my short arms out, not knowing what to expect and tried to pat the our faithful steed.

It licked my hand.

Now I hate horses. My god, it's tongue has the freakiest texture that I've ever felt. I got the worst case of goosebumps after it licked my hand.

Mum didn't notice and she told me what the creature was, but in french. French makes everything sound cooler. Anyway, once dad loaded the wagon up with some stuff which I had no idea what they were, mum passed me on to dad and climbed onto the wagon before he passed me back again. I do rather enjoy not having to walk on my own. Having little feet does make things harder than it's suppose to. And with that done, dad took the reins and we ride towards the sunrise….and I'm once again reminded how much I hated waiting even before I was reincarnated.

Still not sure how they acquired the horse and the wagon though.

After what seemed like hours of watching thing pass by and my mother would occasionally talk to me and play with me. We've finally reach a very large house far away from the town that I live in. It's a big wooden cottage with that seem to be made for a big family to live in. I'm guessing that they're farmers because there's a barn not far from the house.

Dad got down and give my mother a hand on disembarking the wagon like a gentleman. I just leap at him the moment mum got down and since he's already expecting it, he just caught me mid air. Damn, can't land a good dropkick nowadays.

Once he placed me down I just pouted at him and he gave me a smirk that seem to be saying 'you better try a lot harder than that.' I narrowed my eyes at him and he seem to receive my answer. 'Challenge accepted.' and the entire family started walking towards the front door of the cottage hand in hand.

We have a weird relationship that's for sure. We somehow made our usual routine into a game. If I managed to catch him off guard and land a dropkick on him then I get to sleep with them. If I fail then I have to sleep on my own. It's warmer when I'm with them so I try my damn best to get a good kick in. But lately it's getting harder because he's more experienced in dealing with unexpected dropkicks now.

Once we've reach the porch they let go of my hand and I just rock back and forth in my position while my mother knock on the door. I'm rather curious on who we're meeting. Aside from Bob, I don't think I've ever talk with other adults before. Then again, I'm not much of a people person, even before I was reborn. I tend to keep to myself even with my other parents.

It's not like I don't love them or anything. We just never really do anything that resembles what a real family would do. We just let each other do their own thing as long as it doesn't inconvenient one another. Totally unlike Henry and Anne, they're awesome parents.

Once the door opened I was surprised to see a beautiful blond woman with a rather *Ahem* robust figure, on the other side. My god, does every woman in this era have to be total hotties? it's like I'm in some sort of anime….wait a god damn minute-

"Anne!" she exclaimed as she hug my mother. Mum hugs back with a high pitch excited squeal, undoubtedly happy to see her old friend. "Isabelle!" she called happily.

Dad was by my side and we both had our hands over our ears. I guess we both had already expected the high pitch girly squeal that all women would sometimes make whenever they got too excited. My dad turn to see me doing the same thing as him and nodded proudly. I just gave him a grin and let my hands down.

Do you know that woman can talk a lot? Well now you do. I think they haven't realise that we're still standing outside of the porch but hey, they seemed happy so I don't want to interrupt.

Apparently dad doesn't want to either or maybe he just doesn't want to lose against his son in a battle of patience. So far I seem to be winning as he was starting to fidget in his place. You can never win against me father, for my patience have been honed by the cruel and unforgiving demon that all twentieth century kids have encountered and survived called 'The Lag'. You can never win against someone who had to wait weeks just so they could finish downloading a one gigabyte movie that they so desperately wanted to watch for free.

Good times, good times.

Finally, after what seemed like eons of waiting, the blond lady, called Isebelle finally noticed that we were still standing outside of their porch and gasped.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Please come in." she move form the door to allow us passage. Dad sagged in relief while I just shook my head in disappointment at him. Mum and dad walked in while I followed last. Issebelle saw me walk in by myself and goes all aunty at me. "Aww, aren't you a cute little fella." she cooed as she pinch my cheeks like all the other aunties that came over to our shop and saw me. I swear it's like it's their primary instinct after seeing a toddler or something.

Once she let go of my reddening cheeks I rubbed them in hopes that they would regain their colour back and walk towards where my parents were standing. The adults were talking animatedly and I had no freaking clue what it's about so I left their side and started exploring the place.

After making a round in the place I concluded that It's a nice home. It's big, cozy and there seem to be a lot of kids living here if the things thrown around the house was anything to go by. Strange, I haven't seen anyone besides the blond lady.

"Where's everyone else" I heard my dad ask.

"My husband is in the field working with the eldest while the other two are out doing an errand for me." she answered as they move to the table and sat down.

Well, that's convenient. Now this brings the question, if shes a farmer, why is she here instead of working.

"How's the baby." Mum asked. Again, that explains everything. The mother would need to look after the baby until it's old enough to survive without the need of constant surveillance. I walk back to my parents and stood by my mother's side….it's almost too convenient that I'm getting my answers to the questions that I'm thinking. Kinda brings me back to what I realised when I was outside the porch which would be-

"Oh, shes just the sweetest thing. I've never had a daughter before so I'm unsure of how I should handle this." Isabelle said while shaking her head slightly. I move to the table and tried to crawl up to my mother's lap. She carry me up and place me there and I listen to them talk attentively.

"I can't believe you have another one already." Mum said as she ruffle my hair, causing me to swat it away. "Just by giving birth to Alex here was painful enough already and I shudder at the though of doing it again." You don't have to remind me mum. I was well aware of how much you were screaming when I was popping out of you.

"Oh?" Isabelle said coyly. "What if your son wanted to have a sibling and started begging for one." she wiggle her brow knowingly at her.

Mum just taps her finger on her lips as she thinks of something and turn her head towards me. I just tilt my head in confusion. "Well, if that's what he wants then I'm sure I could handle it." she said in an unsure tone. Oh God, no. Please no. I don't want to be keep up at night by your love making sessions.

I look around again while I'm on my mother's lap because of the height advantage and noticed that there a cross hanging on the wall that I couldn't see before because I was too short. I'm guessing that the family christian.

The adults were chatting away- correction the ladies were chatting away while me and Pa were pretending to listen in but was actually bored out of our minds. I was starting to fall asleep on my mother's lap by the way.

"I've never seen a child so well behaved before." Isabelle said suddenly, causing me to snap awake at the sudden change of topic. I raise my head to meet hers and found that she was looking at me with interest.

"Don't let his quietness fool you. I swear he's like a prankster in the making from all the things he did when no ones looking." Mum said. "He only quiet like this when he's experiencing something new. I think it's because he doesn't know how to react to it yet."

Hey, I'm not that bad...am I?

Their conversation was interrupted when the sound of a baby's cries echoed throughout the cottage. Isabelle looked panicked and quickly got up from her seat and head towards where the sound originated from. Mum and Dad got up too with me being carried by mum and followed her.

When we finally reached a room I was placed down and I saw Isabelle cooing at someone inside a wooden crib. I could see the tiny limbs flailing around as the baby cries loudly. Now that I think about it. I never really did cry a lot when I was still that young. I hope I didn't raise any suspicions.

Isabelle carried the baby covered in cloth out of the crib and started rocking her gently in her arms, whispering sweet nothings at her. It reminds me of when I was younger, as in a year ago, where mum would do the same whenever I got the nightmares of you know what and was shifting restlessly in my crib.

"Aww, she so cute." Mum said as she stood next to Isabelle, watching the baby slowly calm down from whatever woke her up. I move closer to get a better look at the infant but I'm too short so I could only stare up at the small figure that's resting in the arms of Isabelle.

"Shh, everything's okay." Isabelle said gently, patting the rear of the baby in a rhythmic manner.

I turn around and saw Dad looking unsure of what to do in this situation, kinda like me. Like father like son I guess. I turn back and try to reach out for the baby and see if the ladies would notice me. Isabella did and she tilt her head curiously at me actions.

"Do you want to hold her?" she asked as she crouch down to my height.

No I don't, but I nodded anyway. I actually only want to see what she look like. If you're letting a two year old with stubby limbs to hold a god knows how many weeks old baby then you have a problem lady.

To my surprise, she actually let me hold the baby. I mean, what the fuck? What if I dropped her!? Did you ever think of that? Is everyone just this carefree in this era or something? Now that I think about it, why did my parents let me near the stone oven in the first place? That was the most irresponsible and dangerous thing ever.

Again, to my surprise, I didn't drop her. In fact, I'm actually strong enough to hold her in my arms. I could feel the strain of the baby's weight but that's it. Wow, I guess the toddlers were tougher in the olden days.

I look down into my arms and I think my heart melted. She was just the most adorable thing that I've ever saw. Her eyes were closed but her arms were sometime moving a bit. She has the chubbiest little cheeks that made me wanna pinch them and her scalp already has hair growing on them. When she opened her eyes to look at me I was captivated by the sight of her amethyst coloured eyes. They just look so pure and charming.

Man, if she's anything like her mother she gonna be one hell of a looker in the future. Too bad she's jailbait to me because I'm older mentally.

The baby just look curiously at the new face that she never saw before and raise her hand and plop it onto my nose.

Aww, you're a cute little fella aren't ya. I smiled happily as I try to rock her in my arms. I never noticed that the adults were looking at me with interest.

"I've never seen him this happy before." Mum whispers to Isabelle.

"Oh really? Then I guess you should really start with giving him a sibling." She laughs and got a playful slap on her shoulder in return.

I heard that. I thought to myself as I continue rocking the adorable baby in my arms...until she suddenly pees on me. Everyone in the room laughs at my plight, my dad the loudest. I turn my head towards him and narrowed my eyes threateningly at him. I'll get back at him tonight. Just you wait old man.

I turn my attention back at the baby at hand. I'm starting to change my mind about you being cute. I thought as I puff out my cheeks at her in mock anger.

Then she looks at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and laughs happily at the face I'm making.

Again, I'm re-changing my mind if that makes any sense at all. Meaning she's back to the cute category. You win this round you chubby little fella. Darn me and my inability to resist cute things. What's your name anyway?

"I've just realised that I never ask for her name." Mum suddenly said. Again with the convenient timing but good point though, I can't keep calling this bundle of adorableness 'chubby cheeks' forever now can I? Can I?

"Oh, her name is Jeanne," Isabelle said.

Jeanne eh? Nice name. Kinda familiar somehow but anyway, back to what I noticed when I was in the porch. I've never realise it until now but somehow everything look...animeish. Like how somethings would be normally impossible in real life keeps happening. Kinda like how my questions keep getting answered by coincidence and what not.

Maybe I am actually in an anime that I didn't know of? What show would actually be set during the medieval times and in France? Nothing that I know of. Maybe I'm just overthinking things.

Well, there was something I read about in Wikipedia about a hundred year war but I'm not that unlucky am I? The only reason I read about it was because I watched Fate/Zero and Caster was talking about some woman he admired so much. What's her name again? I think it starts with a J or something. I think she was called-

"Jeanne d'Arc." Isabelle finishes.

Yeah, that's right. Jeanne d'Arc. The girl who was burn to death by her own people because she….oh...OH!

I look back down at the baby in my hands and saw her staring at me in curiosity with those innocent eyes of hers.

Shit. I didn't expect this at all.

A/N: First time writing something like this. If I'm going to continue then I'm going to need to research on her history. I really don't like studying D:

Anyway, thanks for reading. Please leave a review on what you think and I hope those Fate series experts would tell me more about how the Holy Grail works because it's going to happen sooner or later in this fic...if I even work up the motivation to plan for it that is.

I might miss some things because my history isn't really that good so i need someone to point things out for me for both the hundred year war and life in the 15 century, and also some things in the Fate series. Point them out when if there are any mistakes please.

Seriously though, Review. I need to know what you think.