Hetalia Oneshots

🇫🇷France X Child Reader - Papa🇫🇷

Hi! I'm y/n. I am the small country of Andorra, which is a little country in between France, who is my dad, and Mr. Spain who is one of papa's friends. Though I may be a small country, I have a lot of stuff to be proud of! Like whenever a really long time ago, we fought the Holy Roman Empire! And we won! And he was NOT someone you wanted to mess with.

Also, my people have the highest life expectancy in the world; which the average citizen here lives to be about 98 years old. We also have a very good economy, we've never been in debt and we're currently not in debt. And today papa is taking me to Uncle England's house. Even though Papa and Uncle England don't get along well, they seem to set aside their differences for me.

The reason why I'm going to Uncle's house is because papa has some "errands" to run. But I know that he's just either going out with Mr. Spain and Mr. Prussia, or he's going out with ANOTHER girl. Almost every other day, he's with another girl. 

Time skip

"D'accord, je reviens dans une heure ou deux. Soyez bon pour Mr. England." (Alright kid, I'll be back in an hour or so, behave for Mr. England.) I nodded my head and hug him. Uncle England just glared at him and when Papa turned around to say goodbye, Uncle England slammed the door in his face.

"So kid, what do you want to do?" England said. "I want to go to the park!" I said loudly. "Ugh, we always go to the park!" He said. I sat there and pouted until eventually he got his keys and said let's go. As we walked to the park, I was skipping and humming happily while my uncle just rolled his eyes and was frowning. When we got to the park, I seen Papa sitting on a bench with a girl. She had blonde hair and green eyes. And she dressed like a prostitute, Ew. But as we began to walk over to Papa, I got a better look at the girl.

She had bushy eyebrows like Uncle England. I giggled and said, "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! That girl has eyebrows like you! She looks like you too!" Papa and the girl whipped their heads around and I ran up to Papa shouting his name, "Papa! Papa! I found you!" I said. The girl instantly slapped Papa's face. "Papa! Are you okay?!" I said tearing up a bit. "Oui, I am fine. When did you get here?" He said rubbing the mark on his face.

"Oh we got here a few moments ago Francis, I thought we might find you here." Uncle said rolling his eyes. Papa grabbed my hand, "Merci Britain, I'll be taking little y/n home now." Papa said with a smile. Uncle rolled his eyes yet again and walked home.