Small Mistake (Children!Nordics & Reader)

Chapter 7

Francis stood beside his window in his dark bedroom, a large glass of red wine swirling in his right hand, a cigarette in the other, the window slightly ajar as he watched the smoke fan and waft out from his room into the cold air outside.

His lilac shirt was buttoned only just below the nape of his neck, with a small eye, one could see the chest hair that was hiding underneath his clothes. He sighed, moving a strand of his blond hair from his face as he stared over across to Arthur's home, curiosity taking in his mind.

From the inside, it looked like everyone had gone to bed, all the lights were turned off suspiciously too early, no source of anyone there which anyone would think that those inside were asleep. Francis glanced at his clock on the bedside table, the time reading 20:30pm in bold red font.

He sighed, leaving his room and heading downstairs, placing his glass down and killing his used match by stomping on it with his shoe. He opened the door, stepping out and walking across to the other side of the street, until he made it to Arthur's front door.

Upon getting closer, he could hear the faint sound of classical music playing out in his living room, Francis recognising the song as he knocked a few times, not even bothering to button his shirt up. He waited, until he heard footsteps come closer to the door, it opening to reveal a tired looking Arthur.

"Francis? What are you doing here? Don't you know it's late?" He asked, and Francis could hear both the confusion and agitation laced in his voice. Francis sighed in what sounded like bliss, admiring the Englishman's attire of a cooking apron on with the writing 'KISS THE TERRIBLE COOK' written in bold writing- which he knew was given to him from Alfred for his last year's birthday.

"Sorry to disturb you Angleterre {1}," he breathed out the cold air, leaning against the wall as Arthur eyed him suspiciously, "I was only checking up on you. Where's Y/N and how is she?" He asked. "She's not feeling well, she's in the spare room upstairs sleeping."

Francis briefly looked behind Arthur, looking to his hallway and up the stairs. Francis' eyes came back to look into Arthur's green ones, "Ah, well I hope she's feeling better. May I come in?" He went to move past, but Arthur blocked the entrance more with his own body and as well as the door.

"I'm afraid not frog, I'm cooking, can't you see?" He gestured to his apron as Francis laughed that annoying French laugh -which Arthur called it so many times before. "Oh? Non, mon ami,{2} I noticed. You must not be feeling well if you're cooking at such a time." He smirked at the Englishman's reaction.

Arthur scoffed in offense, "Well, what do you expect? I do like to cook!" He argued, his hug bushy eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Ah, oui {3}, I see..."he replied, before murmuring 'not very well' under his breath.

"Well, I must be getting off then. Have a good evening Arthur." Francis was about to turn, when his name was called, "You forgot something here." He turned as Arthur handed him back the basket he had used. "Ah yes, merci {4} Arthur. I almost forgot." He smiled as he looked back once again, Arthur still noticing the sly look to him.

"Very well, good night Angleterre." and with that last greeting, he was walking slowly back to his house, hearing the click of Arthur's door closing.  Arthur sighed in both relief and dread, glancing up at Lukas had emerged from the top floor to peer down at him, "I do hope that gave you enough time love." He muttered, as he walked back into his kitchen to crack on with more cooking.

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Y/N dashed out to her car on the far corner, which had been parked way across on the street that was furthest away from Arthur's and Francis' homes. She had managed to jump over Arthur's fence, remembering where Arthur had said the broken fence part was.

She pulled it to the side, which created a large enough gap for the Nordics to crawl through, little Emil was so small, he was small enough to just duck his head enough to go straight through it. Now it meant, her, Matthias, Tino, Berwald and Emil were escaping.

Y/N was carrying Emil in her arms, whilst the other three were holding onto her jacket for dear life, trying to keep up with her until they managed to get close enough to her car. She hurried them all in, as she almost chucked Emil into the back with them, as she started the car, spending no time and driving off.

"This is some mission impossible sh*t going on here!" Mathias laughed over the sound of the car driving down the street, earning a slap on the back of the head from Berwald. "It didn't help that the French frog was outside the front door." Y/N muttered in reply, keeping an eye on the road.

"Is everyone alright back there? Sorry for kinda throwing you all in there."

"We're fine." Tino tried to make light of the odd situation, swerving and remaining by Berwald's side for the entire journey, whilst holding onto Emil too. Mathias had somehow managed to crawl his way to the front passenger seat through the 'power of parkour'.

Y/N ignored the Dane in the seat beside her, concentrating on her driving and making sure she stayed at the right speed so she wouldn't get pulled over. She thought about how weird it would look to anyone, a grown woman with a bunch of toddlers in her car.

She sighed as she stopped off at a light, looking through the mirror as she caught the positive smile from Tino, a small yawn escape come out of Emil's mouth and the 'bored' look from Berwald (but she knew he must've been just as shaken up as the others).

"Hey, it'll be fine." She glanced to see it was actually Mathias who had spoken the words of assurance to her, "and besides, you could just say you're our childminder!" He proclaimed. He must've known I was thinking of what would happen if we got caught by the cops. She thought, as she smiled back at him, ruffling his hair.

"Thanks Matt." She said as the light turned green quickly as she drove off into the evening.

A/N:

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER! I JUST WROTE THIS ONE TODAY!! SEE YOU SOON!!

{1} - England = French

{2} - No, my friend = French

{3} - yes = French

{4} - thanks = French