Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Thirteen

Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Thirteen

Note: This is, sadly, the last and final part of the Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader series. I enjoyed all the wondrous compliments and comments; they surely kept me going! I am grateful to have shared my writing and story with you all; it had been both a pleasure and honor. Remember, though, this may not be my last fan fiction, so I will give you all a link to the suggestions area at the bottom of the description. Please enjoy, no, savor this last portion of the beloved series. I am very privileged to have had the time to share this to you, and, once again, I have enjoyed the time to the fullest. ☺

~*Your POV*~

Slowly waking up, your (e/c) orbs gazed over the room, but a big, massive form prevented this. You scowled, rubbing your eyes, before a small smile made its way across your face. Your Vati, Germany, still laid beside you, with a big, strong arm over you. You were still on your side, reaching out a small (s/c) hand to touch his cheek. You smiled, discovering how soft the creamy skin was, and gently rubbed his cheek, enjoying how the texture felt on your small fingers as they glided smoothly across the skin. When you felt the muscles move underneath it, you froze, discovering a set of ice blue eyes looking at you. A smile had appeared on your Vati’s lips, as he moved his big hand from your back and to your cheek.

“Guten Morgen, (f/n),” he whispered softly to you, still smiling. You smiled in return, giggling softly as he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Good morning, Vati,” you whispered sweetly in response, watching as he slowly sat up in the bed. You looked up at him with a smile, pulling your tiny arms above your head in a primitive gesture. He sighed quietly, picking you up, which caused a giggle to erupt from your tiny lips.

An amused expression crossed Germany’s face, in which he decided to tickle your stomach, causing a fit of giggles, and a bunch of squirming to come from you. Your little form writhed in his arms with squeals, as his rather quick fingers tickled you at nearly every inch of your body. You began to cry out for mercy, flexing your toes out as your now shrill voice giggled, “S-stop, Vati! S-stop-p-p!!”

Germany chuckled as he looked down at you and stopped tickling your stomach. He held you in his arms, continuing to gave down at you with a gentle smile, “Are you hungry, (f/n)? I can make pancakes, if you vant me to.” You nodded softly, pressing your small head against his chest. He then stood up carefully with you in his arms, before walking through the room and down the stairs quietly. As he walked down the brown, wooden stairs and to the cream-carpeted living room, you saw how sunny it was outside. Through the window, it was visible that a few birds were flying around the sky. Not a single, white puff of cloud was seen throughout the sky, just the warm sun.

You smiled softly, looking up to your Vati as he made his way with you into the kitchen, “Vati…?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Germany looked down at you, sitting you on the kitchen counter, so he could look at you.

Germany inclined his head with a soft smile, “Ja, (f/n)?”

You looked at him, before asking, “A-after breakfast, can you….can you…” your voice trailed off, a slight tone of worry in it. You bit your lip, quickly whirling your head away from the eyes of your Vati, as tears began to form at the ends of your eyes. Your messy head of (h/c) (h/l) locks made it slightly difficult to see the glimmering tears now run down your face, but Germany had noticed it. You felt the big, warm thumb of your Vati wipe away at each stay tear, as his hand slowly went to your chin, and tilted your face towards his own worried one.

He kept his voice low and soft, “Is everyzing alright? Vat is vrong?” You nodded quietly, pulling one of your small hands up to wipe away the remaining tears.  You spent a minute trying to control your emotions, along with doing your best to stay calm. What you were about to ask was a rather simple request, but that wasn’t what was worrying you. Oh, dear heavens, the question wasn’t even worth worrying over! What you were truly worried about, though, was the answer. What happens if he says no? What happens if he is busy? What happens…What happens… you thought, as your mind kept reeling through scenarios that could turn this question into a catastrophe.
It seemed that your ‘minute of sanity’ was clearly more than a minute, as Germany gently rubbed your arm, “…(F/n)? Is everyzing alright..?” You were quickly brought back to reality, nodding you head to his question. Now, it was your turn to ask the question.

“V-Vati…?” You asked again, trying to control the quavering tone of yours, as you kept your face lowered from his eyes. You own (e/c) orbs looked at the ground, tracing the pattern on the tiled floor in your mind.

Germany nodded encouragingly, saying in response, “…J-Ja, (f/n)…?”

You took a slow, deep breath, trying your best to relax your jittery nerves. You closed your eyes for a moment, and then opened them, whispering, “C-could you…could you…p-play with me after b-breakfast…?” Germany’s features softened at your desired request. He brought out some supplies for the pancakes.

“Of course, (f/n),” he replied, blushing softly as he turned the burner on. He sprayed the pan with canola oil, and then started to pour the leftover batter into it for the pancakes. You smiled softly, happy of his response. You waited while he made the pancakes, looking around tiredly.

Germany cooked the breakfast quietly, soon finishing frying two pancakes. He placed them on individual plates, cutting up one of them. The one he had cut he sat in front of you, accompanied by a glass of milk. You smiled to him, nodding your thanks, and then took a couple bites. You smiled warmly, saying, “It’s really good, Vati!” Germany chuckled at your compliment, smiling at you.

“You’re velcome. I am happy that you like it,” he responded, watching you eat the pancake eagerly, and drink the milk afterwards.

You nodded eagerly, finishing up the meal quickly. As you drank the last of your milk, Germany had already washed the plates and supplies from the breakfast. He then took your glass after you finished, and washed it as well. Once he was done, he picked you up off of the counter, placed you on his hip, and walked out into the backyard with you.

The warmth from the sun greeted you two as he walked out with you to the backyard, as a slightly cold breeze gently lingered. You smiled, closing your eyes as the pleasant light casted warm rays onto you. Germany patted your back, carrying you down the rocky path, and to a field of grass, which overlooked the track. Germany sat you down, before sitting beside you. You opened your (e/c) eyes, looking over at Germany with a giggle. He smiled at you, patting your back. You chuckled, letting your eyes wander around the peaceful, lush field. You watched as two birds flew by, zooming after each other like toy cars.

Germany patted your shoulder, saying, “Vat did you vant me to play, (f/n)?” he asked, resting a hand to his side, as his blue eyes surveyed the horizon.  You thought quietly, listening to the soft chirps of the birds and the gentle shushing of the tree leaves. A sigh came from your small lips, as your mind tried to make a decision.  Tag…? Maybe…but Vati’s too fast! Hm… what about Hide-n-Seek? I knew what we were going to play…but….but… You thought, scowling softly, …but I forgot.

You sat there for another minute, before responding quietly, “I…I don’t remember.” Germany sighed placing his arm around you, and bringing you close to him.

He kissed your forehead, “That’s okay, (f/n)…Do you just vant to sit here, and enjoy ze scenery?” You nodded, resting your (s/c) hands on his big, strong arm. You closed your eyes, smiling contently. Through pain and suffering, you have come a long way. From an abusive, intoxicated father, you ended up living with a stranger, who has given you love and safety. When sleeping, you used to be fatigued; and often too weak from starvation to rest for long. But, as you lived with Germany, there isn’t such a thing as starvation, as the same can go towards abuse. All the new faces, places, and stories you have been introduced to in the past two weeks bring a new outlook on life to you. You now have friends, but most importantly, a loving family. Ah, yes, a loving family.  

During your past few years that you remember, you have spent them with a destructive, abusive, and violent ‘family’. Oh, did I forget to mention, an alcoholic family? Surely I must’ve mentioned so! Your father had always been the alcoholic, yet nothing much is known about you mother. But, the past is the past. You know better than to go back and unravel the tight strands of the past. Doing so will only result in confusion and self-injury.

Throughout your stay with the German, he has taught you many things. He made you realize how important it is to hold a bond, or relationship, with your closest friends or family. He has taught you the importance of protection.

But, the most important thing that Germany has offered you was love. Sure, it is a rather simple emotion, but you had never gotten the chance to flourish under its nutrients; to survive upon its very being. You had only been fed hatred and disgust, nothing even close to favorable. But, ever since you have been living with Germany, he has given you the opportunity to do so. He has offered an infinite supply of this treasured emotion, as if he has been saving it for you all these years he has been alive.

All the people you have been introduced to have all one great, and unheard of characteristic from you. They all care about you. Even the rather frivolous ones, like America, or the frightful ones, like Russia. No matter their personality or differences, they all still want to see you flourish.

Germany kissed you cheek, whispering, “(f/n)…I’m sorry zat I didn’t give you your present earlier, but here it is…” he said, slowly pulling a blue box from his pocket. You opened your eyes, watching as the box was gently placed on your lap. You looked at it, nodding softly, before you began to open it. You sat the lid of the box aside and took out the silver wrapping paper. As you uncovered the present, you gasped quietly.

Inside the box, nestled in a black, velvety box was a gold necklace. You took it out with your small (s/c) fingers, examining the sparkling mineral in the light. You looked the necklace up and down, watching it in amazement. A golden eagle’s silhouette was in the middle of the necklace, with the words: “Ich liebe dich, mein Tochter, (f/n)”. As Germany read the engraving for you, tears cascaded down your cheeks. You knew the translation very well; I love you, my Daughter, (f/n). As the word sunk in, you couldn’t help but hug him, whispering, “Thank you, Vati! Thank you! Thank you so much for being here, for giving me love, and for giving me food….I really wanna say thank you to you, because you have always been there for me, Vati.”

Germany smiled softly, kissing your forehead, and nodding, “Of course, (f/n). You are mein daughter, vhy vouldn’t I help you? Vould you like me to put ze necklace on you?” You nodded, wiping away your tears, and watched as Germany’s big fingers surprisingly put the necklace on you. Once he was done, he picked you up, along with the box, and whispered, “Now…Let’s go back. I zink your Onkel should see vat you got, hm?” You nodded with a sweet giggle, letting your Vati carry you from the peaceful field, and to the warm house.

It surely is nice to be home.

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