Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Five

Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Five

Note: This one is longer than Part Four, as promised! ☺ Maybe even fluffier…. You never know. Anyways, please enjoy! I really appreciate those compliments of yours; they keep me going!

~*Your POV*~

You woke up slowly, squinting as the sun’s bright rays shone into your (e/c) orbs, making you squint upon reaction. You brought a (s/c) arm from under the tousled bedsheets, and covered your eyes with it, waiting for them to adjust to the sudden amount of light. Once you could see clearly without squinting, you looked over to your right, where Germany was when you slept. To your disappointment, though, the man wasn’t in bed. You sighed as you pulled the black sheets off of your body, and slipped out of bed onto the floor, where you pulled your fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) locks. Standing up, you then walked to the door, out to the hall, and to the kitchen. You peered into the empty kitchen, frowning in disappointment. No one was there. Where’s Vati? What about Mr. Prussia, and Mr. Italy?You thought with a whimper, before looking over at the desk.. You pulled at the hem of the big (f/c) shirt you were wearing, biting your lip as your eyes darted around. You then sighed, before walking to the door in the kitchen.

You stood up on your tippy-toes as you looked through the window, trying to see if the three men were out there.  You gasped at what you saw. Outside, there was a huge, dusty track, with a green field in the center. You watched as a figure sprinted in front of your vision. Squinting, you tried to think of who the figure was. Dark green pants, black shirt, and black hat…? Oh! It’s Vati! You thought happily, making a squeal of delight. Your tiny hands fumbled with the doorknob, opening it after a couple attempts. You then sprinted out into the warm, sunny lawn, leading to the track ahead. You smiled, liking the feeling of the cold, moist grass against your feet. You smiled, giggling happily, and stretched your arms out, saying, “….Vati!” with a squeal at the end.

You ran happily to Germany, who had frozen at your outburst. He had stopped running on the track, while Mr. Italy and Mr. Japan slowed down.  You wrapped your tiny hands around his waist, technically “Glomping” him. You giggled, hearing the Italian snicker. Smiling, you looking up at the scarlet German, saying shyly, “I couldn’t find you, so I came out here to see if you would be outside. I’m really happy that I found you, Vati Germany!”

Germany nodded, patting your head with a deep blush. You could tell he wasn’t used to this. He cleared his throat, saying “Ja…I….I am happy too, kleine,” He stuttered. You smiled happily, nodding in approval.

Italy smiled at you and Germany once he had caught up to you two, walked up behind you with a giggle, and tickled your sides, saying with a squeal, “D’aw…! The bambina loves you-a, Germany~!” You squealed loudly as your sides were tickled, quickly gripping onto the German as you were tickled. Italy smiled, saying, “Vee~! She’s-a really a carino bambina, Germany~!” You kept laughing, calming down when firm hands had lifted you up.

Those hands belonged to Germany, as he placed you on his hip, and looked at Italy. He sighed, putting a hand on his face, rubbing the base of his nose, “Ja….I suppose so, Italy,” he replied with a mumble.

Italy smiled, waving his hands frantically, before prodding your cheeks with a laugh, “Her cheeks are-a squishy, Germany~!” He exclaimed, making you laugh. You smiled; holding onto Germany, and shielded your face from Italy once you decided you had enough. Italy pouted, before saying, “I guess-a the bambina doesn’t want-a to play-a anymore…” You giggled shyly from Germany’s chest, feeling his hand rubbed your back. You peeked from the corner of the man’s arm, and nodded sweetly. Italy smiled, and then Japan had walked up to you three, deciding to join in on the conversation.

The polite Japanese smiled, and bowed to you, “Good evening, (f/n)-chan. I rearry hope you srept werr.” You nodded with a smile, seeing that he also returned the smile. The Japanese looked from you to Germany, and told the man, “You know, Germany-san, (f/n)-chan rearry seems to be a good match for you. You two are rearry meant for each other.” Looking up at Germany, you saw his face go from scarlet to maroon.

You just laughed sweetly at this, smiling, “Vati’s blushing!” You taunted, watching as Italy had also joined in. Germany sighed nervously, putting a hand on his hat as he tried to make the blush go away. You giggled, smiling at the man. He looked pretty funny when he was embarrassed! You then scowled, putting a pudgy (s/c) finger to your lip. You smiled, saying, “I know what will help! Vati needs a kiss, that’ll make it go away!” With that last comment, you put your hands on his shoulder, and lifted yourself higher up in his grip. You the planted a kiss on his cheek and smiled into his bright blue eyes. Your own (e/c) orbs reflected happiness, along with a smudge of playfulness. Once you kissed your Vati on the cheek, Italy had grinned, and made a loud squeal. Japan merely blushed at the sight, straightening his tie on his uniform.

“Veee~! Germany~! She’s-a too cute-a~~!!!”

“She rearry is kawaii, Germany-san.”

You giggled again, smiling, as Germany blushed harder. Clearly your planned hadn’t worked. The German put on a sheepish smile, his now soft eyes looked down at you. He hesitated, before kissing your forehead, mumbling, “Ja…I am glad zat you tried, my little Mädchen,” he replied. You smiled, nodding at the German. He sighed with a soft smile in return, and kept you in his arms. He looked over at the dawdling Italy, along with the content Japan. You smiled, hugging Germany, and watched him tell the two calmly, “Japan, Italy, you two…you two can have the rest of the day off. No more training for today. Understood?” Italy nodded with a happy, “Ve~!” while Japan bowed, saying, “Yes, Germany-san.” Japan walked to you and Germany, waved at you, and then walked away, back to his house. Italy, on the other hand, sprinted to you, squishing your cheeks once more with a squeal. You laughed, while Germany slapped his hand away, saying, “My kleine is not a toy, Italy!” with a shout.

Italy whimpered, saying, “Ve~! Per favore, non farmi del male!” You raised a brow, chuckling at the two. They were pretty funny, even though they were serious. Germany sighed, and shooed Italy away.

Before the Italian walked to the house, though, he kissed your cheek with a smile, whispering, “Ciao, bella~!” You watched as the, as you might want to say, ‘special’ Italian happily skipped to the house, singing a song about pasta.

You looked up to Germany, smiling, “Vati, what are we going to do?” You tilted your head to the side, letting few (h/l) (h/c) strands of hair block your vision. Germany smiled, brushing the hair out of your face and behind your ear.

“Vhatever you vould like to do, my kleine,” he smiled, watching your (e/c) eyes light up.

You smiled in return, saying, “Can we go to the park, Vati?” Germany smiled warmly at this, nodding in approval. You squealed, “Thank you, Vati!” you exclaimed before hugging him. He patted your head with a chuckle, and then walked to the house with you in his arms. The pleasant sunlight peeked through the luscious trees and bushes, casting warm glows onto your skin. You held onto Germany while he walked to the house, and opened the door silently.

You stiffened at the loud commotion going on inside, which started as, “honhonhon~! Ze Prussian is getting ze drinking on! Honhonhon~!”

“Hey, France! Look at Prussia, man! He’s getting a little loco!”

“Ze awesome Prussia is drinking the dumm Bier because he is awesome like that! Kesesese~!”

You watched as Germany’s face contorted out of anger, and he stormed into the living room with you in his arms. When he walked into the room, three people looked up from the trash-littered couch. One, you immediately recognized as Prussia, had three bottles of alcohol in his hands. He smiled dumbly, saying with a wobbily grin as he pointed at you, “This….this is Ze Frau my bruder found…Isn’t the frau cute?” You whimpered, burying your head into Germany’s chest. Tears began to form, and rushed down your face at the sight of the alcohol. You remembered when your father would drink, always beating you up after he got that vile poison into his system. Everday this happened. Yet, once it had, you never had a chance to seek any assistance from others to stop it; out of fear it would get worse.

Germany held your weeping form in his arms, watching as Prussia and the other two babbled on about you. “Ze petite fleur is cute, Prussia!” Said one, which sounded much like a French accent.

The other one, who had the accent of a Spaniard, responded, “Se, the chica is really cute!” You still cried in Germany’s arms, trying to not looked at the horrid site of the beer bottles littered all over the floor.

Germany growled, yelling to the three men as he held you close, “Listen up, Dummkopfs! Zere vill be no drinking vatsoever vith (f/n) around! If I see anymore drinking around her, you vill regret it!” This short speech by Germany quieted the three up, even making your crying cease. You looked up to him, whimpering softly. Your (e/c) eyes looked at his, while his thumb brushed the tears gently off of your cheeks. He smiled at you, before sitting at the single chair beside the couch. You clung to Germany, watching the three men as they stared at you. One had blond hair, creamy skin, with blue eyes, along with a purplish shirt, accompanied by red pants. The other, though, had brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, and wore tan military suit. You watched the two curiously, sniffling as you wiped your nose.

The one with the blond hair smiled casually to you, saying with an alluring expression, “Why are you shy, ma petite fleur?”

You whimpered softly, shrugging as you responded with a whisper, “B-Because, Daddy used to drink, a-and beat me up when he did…I-I never liked Daddy like that…” You watched the Frenchman’s once charming demeanor change drastically; now becoming sympathetic and sorrowful. He casually got up from the couch, and walked to where you and Germany sat, and knelt down in front of you. He reached a hand out to stroke your tear-stained cheek; where you flinched at his touch.

He smiled sweetly, “Honhonhon~. No need to vorry, ma chérie, I’d never harm such a petite fleur such as you~” You glanced up to Germany, before looking back at the Frenchman with a whimper.

Germany flinched, and slapped the French’s hand away from you, “Don’t touch her, France!” he scolded the now named France, glaring at the man. The man reeled his hand away like a cat would to water, sulked, and walked back to his spot on the couch.

The man next to him, the Spaniard, smiled, “So the German has found a soft spot for a chica, eh?” He smiled coyly, reaching a hand out to you, “The name’s Spain, (f/n).” You hesitantly took his hand, and shook it weakly. Spain smiled at you, before he went back to reclining on the couch. Germany watched the three men, France, Spain, and Prussia, with a glare.

You held onto Germany, whispering to him, “…Can I go to bed?”

Germany looked down at you, nodding sympathetically, “Ja, of course,” he responded, before walking with you up the stairs and to his room. Once he was in his room, he tucked you into the bed, kissing your head with a comfortable smile, “Sleep well, Kleine,” he whispered, as you smiled. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

~*Germany’s POV*~

I smiled as the girl fell asleep, and closed my door gently on her. I didn’t want her to hear what will happen downstairs. I walked down the stairs and into the living room, where I glared at my bruder’s ‘friends’.  I looked at both of them, saying with a stern voice, “You can either get out of here vith all limbs attached, or in a coffin. Vat’s your choice?”

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