Hetalia Oneshots

Germany x Child! R - Candy

A/N

It's been so long since I've written a fluff including a smol child. If you're wondering how big you are here, you would be about the size and age of chibi Romano.

That being said, enjoy!

____________________________________________________

You were a new little German speaking country, smaller and younger than Liechtenstein, and all the other countries of Central Europe were fascinated. You were a small, young, and promising nation, and everyone had high hopes and expectations for you, of course, they didn't let you know about it yet.

You lived in the same big house as all the other German speaking countries, as their beloved youngest sister.

Liechtenstein was especially happy to have you, and she treated you like the princess you were. She'd make cute little dresses which matched with hers, and she'd tie your hair in braids in bows and ribbons, and flower hair clips.

Austria didn't mind you at first, but when he found you climbing trees, rolling in the mud, playing with the dogs, and every tomboyish act imaginable, he was horrified. He often pulled you aside to lecture you that it was very unladylike to do such things and you weren't even a lady yet.

Switzerland, in all his neutrality, simply let you play with toy guns, secretly hoping that you would learn how to use an actual gun, chase North Italy away, and eventually scar him for life. If ever you did, he promised to give you a box of chocolates.

Prussia was especially enthusiastic about you. He'd neglect all his work and play with you until he dropped, much to Austria's and Germany's annoyance. He just loved you too much.

Speaking of Germany, for some odd reason, he scared the wits out of you, and it never was his intention to. He tried a lot to win your affection, but nothing worked, and you'd just cry loudly just at the sight of him.

The others concluded that it was probably because he was big and burly, and that he always had a serious face on.

But one thing puzzled them. You had met Sweden, yet you didn't even cry, and Sweden was probably one of the most intimidating looking countries out there.

This made poor Germany feel left out, since you adored the others, and not him. But he was not someone to give up so easily. He'd rush to the library and sit there for hours reading books about child psychology and what not.

One fine afternoon, as you were rolling around on the couch, you heard the front door open.

"I'm home." came a slightly weary voice which you recognized as Germany's. You peeked from the back rest of the couch and watched him trudge into the kitchen in his tank top, camo pants, and military boots.

You heard him complain about North Italy, and how he was so lazy and lethargic. You remember meeting North Italy and smiled. He was just as playful as you were and fed you lots of gelato and exquisite Italian chocolates, but Germany had to stop him form overdoing it because he didn't want you to get cavities in your little teeth. Germany was definitely a pain in the bottom for doing that and your dislike for him increased because of that.

Prussia howled in laughter upon hearing all the antics of North Italy. It was loud enough to get Austria out of his room to stomp to the kitchen.

"Will you quit your laughter? I'm trying to compose something!" He complained, and you sighed quietly.

"What?" Gilbert laughed harder, "If it's better than what Beethoven or Chopin can make, then I'll quit laughing!"

"Oh my goodness, I swear by Emperor Franz Josef I will compose a piece that will leave your mouth hanging open!"