#((Bianca is the tallest for awhile..))

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Nuvemini Gang! From left to right; Hilly, Beebles, Cheri, and Lil’ Hil!

Hilda Weiss - She doesn’t attend the same daycare as the other three- in fact, she doesn’t attend daycare at all! Her dad is so busy with his work, he leaves her under the care of auntie Fennel, who takes her around laboratories and facilities.. she’s learned to use battle simulators at a young age, and probably knows some advanced maths too! She dislikes auntie Fennel’s colleague, Dr. Colress.

Bianca Alabaster - Little Beebee is the starlet of the daycare! She’s a little princess wherever she goes.. which she hates, because all she wants to do is play with her best friends in the dirt. Has the cutest clothes thanks to her cousins in Kalos, but she wants nothing more than to be a cool archaeologist like Miss Lenora from Nacrene City! To kickstart her career, she collects pretty rocks and flowers she finds.

Cheri Slater - The smallest and youngest of their group, born only a few days before the year ends. Little Cheri is very quiet and terribly lonely because their family is often busy- but when they do visit, they’re quite doting! Little Cheri’s uniform is an old variation of the preschool uniform which belonged to their older brother, who is an ace trainer that specializes in dark types. Loves singing and talking to the sea!

Hilbert Blackburn - An honest child who can tell no lies- it pains him to do so, apparently. He dreams of becoming a cool trainer and traveling with his beloved friends around the region, and maybe even the world! He thinks Champion Alder and Mayor Drayden of Opelucid are the coolest guys ever, and aspires to be just like them. When Bianca isn’t playing dress up with Cheri, he insists on playing Pokemon battles!

#Pokemon #Pokemon Black and White #Trainer Hilda #Trainer Bianca #Rival Cheren #Trainer Hilbert #My Art #((I FINALLY DREW THEM ALL TOGETHER.. AS BABIES)) #((The Nuvemini friends.. they are so cute..)) #((If they ever met as children they would be unstoppable..)) #((Oldest to youngest is Hilbert Hilda Bianca and Cheri!)) #((Bianca is the tallest for awhile..)) #((Little Cheri appreciates the clothes that Bianca gives them but-)) #((They find themselves wanting to dress more like Hilbert..)) #((..but still with enough fanciness like Bianca. They're experimenting!)) #((Meanwhile- little Hilda in Nimbasa City is biting Dr. Colress' ankles again.)) #BW/BW2 Rewrite - Blur / Blight

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Harlem Saints Pilot chatcolat

Nico and Bianca di Angelo get to grow up with their mom in New York in the 1940s and become super heroes or something.

It was a hot day in New York City and Nico di Angelo was trying his absolute best to sit still as he waited for the waiter to come back with his Coca Cola. His mother was absorbed in her little black notebook, making notes about things Nico was not allowed to see. His sister, Bianca, was sitting in the third chair around their café table, her hands folded in her lap, looking for all the world like a little saint. Nico tried to sit properly too, back straight, hands folded on his lap, his short legs hovering above the pavement. The city of New York bustled about him. Cars honked at each other on the wide boulevards and buildings scraped the skies. When they first arrived in the city, his mother had pointed out the Empire State Building and said it was the tallest building in the world.

“Can we go visit?” He had asked, gazing up at the needle that pierced the sun. He had never seen anything so tall in all his life.

“No, darling,” she replied. “It wouldn’t be safe.”

His heart had sagged, pulling his small shoulders down with it.  Nothing seemed safe anymore.

Bianca had put an arm around him. “Who knows? Maybe one day…”

Now, sitting at the café, Nico was staring up at it again. How he longed to go up there, stand at the very top, and look out over the city. You could probably see the whole world from a building that tall, maybe even all the way back to Italy.

His eyes dropped back to the table. Not that anything was wrong with America, he liked their hotel, all the new sights and smells, the exotic language they spoke here, but he missed Italy. He missed the open fields of his great grandfather’s villa. He missed the river ways and the churches whose bells tolled every hour. The di Angelo family had been in America for only a month, but Nico still felt homesick. Every night before bed, he asked his mother if they would be going back home tomorrow. Every night she told him the same thing, “No, Nico. We’re not going back home. It isn’t safe”

Nico started swinging his legs back and forth, his attempts to look mature cast aside. Maybe when he was tall enough to touch the pavement. The waiter came back. He was tall, taller than Nico’s mother. Blonde hair and green eyes. He looked very American.

He said a few things in English before handing over drinks. Nico glanced at his coke briefly before turning back to the waiter. “Thank you,” he tried. His English was pretty terrible. He had been practicing all month, but he still sounded very Italian. Bianca, who sounded like she was born and raised in New York, was starting to tease him about it.

The waiter smiled and bid them good day before heading back inside and out of the heat. Part of Nico wanted to go inside with him, but then he wouldn’t be able to see the skyscrapers as easily.

“How long are we going to stay in New York?” he asked, stirring the straw around in his coke. Ice clinked against the glass. “I miss my friends. Why can’t we go home?”

Bianca joined in. “I miss my friends too. I miss school and people speaking Italian.”

Nico nodded and their mother frowned.

“I’m sorry, dears, but home is not a safe place right now. There’s a war coming, you know. I want us to be as far away from it as possible.”

“You mean we aren’t going back at all!?” Both siblings jumped up. Nico stumbled, his short legs not quite as coordinated as his sister’s. She caught him before he hit the ground.

Maria di Angelo looked heartbroken. “I’m sorry, I truly am. But your father and I think it would be best for the two of you to stay out of Europe for awhile. America is a big country, there is a lot to do here. There’s even a few Italians here in New York. Your father’s been looking for a place we can stay near them.”

Nico and Bianca exchanged looks and sat down. “Father’s here?” Bianca asked, carefully.

They had never met their father before, though Maria talked about him often. He was very busy, she would say. He would come visit when they were older.

“Yes. In fact, he’s going to come visit our hotel this evening.”  

“Will he stay awhile?” Bianca asked, abandoning her mature posture to lean forward eagerly on the table.

Maria hesitated, then answered, “I’m not sure, darling, but we’ll see.”

Bianca’s shoulders sank but Nico refused to be disappointed. Just to see his father would be enough.

-

It was nearly nine in the evening. Nico had never been allowed to stay up this late before. Usually he went to bed as soon as the sun fell from the sky, but today he was allowed to stay awake until his father came. Though his eyelids fought to close, he refused to give in. Bianca sat in one of the comfy chairs in the corner pretending to read a book to impress their father when he showed up, but Nico knew she was just staring at the pages. They both had the same problem with the letters on the page moving places they should not. They never told Maria about their problem, so when she said, “Nico, why don’t you pick up a book?” she didn’t realize how silly her request was.

He shrugged and reached for one of the comic books sitting on the night stand on his side of the bed. Comic books had been his favorite part of life in America so far. Awesome heroes saving the day. His favorite right now was Superman. The first issue had just been released when they had arrived in America. He couldn’t read any of it because it was in English, but the pictures were nice. And Nico liked the idea of heroes running around, saving the city. When they left Italy, things had been grim and people were unhappy. But in the world of Superman, everything was colorful and hopeful.

“Mama,” he spoke up. “Someday I want to be a superhero, like Superman!”

Maria looked up from Bianca’s shirt she was ironing for church tomorrow.

“You can’t even read that comic,” Bianca scoffed. “How do you know you want to be like Superman?”

Maria didn’t say anything, she just waited for Nico to explain. “I want to help people, mama. I want to make the world bright and safe again.”

Maria smiled, but it was a sad smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Nico hated those smiles.

“There’s a lot of people who think they’re saving the world right now, darling. I hope that you can do better than they are.”

Their father never came that night. Instead, a bellhop in a red uniform with shiny tassels delivered a note. It took Maria all of a few seconds to read before she instructed the bellhop something quickly in English. Then the freshly ironed shirt was tossed carelessly into a suitcase and they were rushing into the lobby. Bianca looked as scared and confused as Nico felt. He grabbed for her hand and she clung to his, forcing a brave smile.

From the backseat of a taxi, three blocks from the hotel, they watched lightning strike the hotel and the the whole place went up in flames. Maria pulled her son close and he heard her whisper, “The world sure needs a lot of saving now.”

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This has been in the works a long time. Maybe posting it will make me finish it.

#pjo #Nico di Angelo #bianca di angelo #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #harlem saints #1940s au #captain america au #sorta #my fic