Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader! Part Two

Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader! Part Two

Note: Enjoy! I really appreciated the abundance of wonderful compliments on the first one! ;D Sorry if it is too long for you, I think I put too much detail in.... ;A; Oh well. Please have fun!

~*Your POV*~

You woke up with caution, feeling a softer, lighter fabric against your body. As you opened you eyes slowly, you sniffled, raising a (s/c) arm to cover your eyes from the sudden amount of light. As you covered your eyes, you noticed the white color of bandages that clung to your tiny arms like sleeves. You sniffled, feeling tears stream down your cut cheeks. What happened to my arms…? You thought to yourself, feeling your mind become a loss at memories. Squinting your (e/c) eyes, you lowered your arm, and looked around from where you where laid. What you saw seemed unsettling to you, making you whimper in fear.  You didn’t remember coming to this place, especially how you remembered lying in a sodden field, crawling toward a tree…

Maybe…maybe someone has found me…. Or, it was just a dream, you thought convincingly. When the thought hovered in your small head, you shook her head in disappointment, before putting a hand over your forehead from a sudden wave of nausea. Clearly, your senses say otherwise. You pulled the black covers off of your frail body with multiple attempts, and slowly slid out of the comfy, warm bed, and onto the wooden floor. When your small feet hit the floor, you shivered, sensing the sudden coldness of the wood on your sensitive soles. Your (h/c) (h/l) locks were slightly fuzzy from the night’s sleep. First thing you spotted, once standing beside the bed, was a wooden chest across the room. It was a dark, red chest, decorated with military badges and photos of a youthful looking blond boy, accompanied by a silver haired, as well as pale, teen. Looking at this photo made more tears stream down your soft cheeks, as your heart melted when seeing the two smiles on the boys. This photo had what you lacked. Family and love. Despite your rugged past, even for your young age, strangers would treat you with disrespect; spitting in your direction, taunting you, and even making snide remarks about your appearance. You had no family to go to when these negative events would arise, which left you to fend for yourself. You always had no choice but to fight or flee.

After a heart-wrenching minute had passed, you adverted your watery (e/c) orbs to the oak door, seeing that the door was slightly ajar. You made your way to the door quietly, placing a small hand on the doorknob, and pulling the door open slowly. Before the door had made enough room for you to squeeze through, you peeked out into the hall, making sure there wasn’t anyone out there. You sighed softly, but felt the quick, loud beating of your heart in your ears. You swallowed nervously, and opened the door some more with a jerking, scared motion. Seeing that you were all alone, you took this opportunity to cautiously walk down the hall, making sure that your small feet went unnoticed, despite how they would make small slap sounds against the wooden floor. You were clearly scared, as well as curious, and pulled the hem of the large, (f/c) shirt up to your abdomen, so you were able to hold onto the hem with little comfort. The long shirt made it slightly difficult to go down the hall; constantly being lifted and lowered by your tiny heels as you walked.
You kept a firm grip on the hem, still sniffling with tears running down your cheeks. The long hallway had beige walls, with cream sideboards. All long the walls, multiple black-framed photos, mostly military-relevant, dotted the walls like ornaments on a Christmas tree. They gave the hallway a neutral, yet orderly feeling. You finally found yourself at the end of the hall, and overlooking a set of wooden stairs. You felt yourself freeze in place, making a whimper as you looked through the pegs under the stair’s banister. Your (e/c) eyes darted around, taking the whole room in your site. In one corner, you saw what was guessed as a kitchen, opening up to the dining room, which was to the left of the door. On the right side, from what you managed to see in your vantage point, was the beginning of a living room.  
Where….Where am I?

~*Germany’s POV*~

I sighed softly as I sat on the couch, watching the television with some interest. My eyes flickered towards my silver watch. 10:05. Great, I thought with another sigh, bringing my hand up to my face. I rubbed the bridge of my nose tiredly with my thumb and index finger, scowling as the clock’s time flashed through my mind. 10:05. Bruder Prussia left a note zat he vould return from France’s by 9:30…Gott….Vere is he? I cannot believe I cancelled today’s training for this….I thought with a bitter feeling, growling under my breath. One bruder Prussia came back, I would surely teach him something about being on time. A small smile came upon my lips as I thought this, imaging what my bruder would do. He’s a strange one, that’s for sure.

In the midsts of my thinking, I heard a faint whimper from upstairs. I pulled my hand away from my face, before looking up to the stairs. I watched the stairs as my checks grew a faint scarlet. At the stairs, behind the banister, and peeking down at me, was the little girl. I watched as her small form cowered behind the stairs with another whimper. I rose a soft brow, feeling concerned for the little Kleinkind. I cleared my throat, before saying in a soft tone, “…You don’t have to hide, Kleinkind, I von’t hurt you. I know you might be scared or frightened, but please, do not vorry.” I tried keeping my voice soft and mellow, my blue eyes concentrating on the girl’s (e/c) eyes faintly. I saw the girl shiver, before nodding faintly down at me, and walked down the stairs with small steps. Once she was within better site, I noticed fresh tears running down her (s/c) cheeks, making her (e/c) eyes stand out like snow in the night. I felt my heart shatter as the small child made her way to me, hesitant, soft steps. She looked scared, holding the hem of the shirt close to her like it could be used for defense.  I sighed softly, and sat at the edge of the couch, watching the girl cautiously come into the living room. Upon closer inspection, I could now see the scars that covered small portions of her cheeks. But, the scars were starting to close, which I suppose was a good thing. Just watching as the girl, the same, frail, limp child I had found in the field, walk to me with a hesitant nature, it made me feel rather sorry for her. I’d rather not say pitiful, since it was a useless word in the child’s case. The (h/c) girl walked to the front of the couch. She stopped in her tracks as she faced me. I saw, in her eyes, two feelings, fear and worry. I looked down at the girl, watching as she still cried. I watched her cry, feeling slightly alarmed at this. Oh, Ves….vat are you going to do?! I panicked softly. I never had comforted a child before!

I bit my lip, before lifting the girl up awkwardly, and bringing her close in a gentle hug. I placed a hand on her trembling back, slowly making circles on the child’s back, “Sh…..Sh….It’s okay, kleine….Ja….it’s okay,” I soothed, rubbing circles on her back while my other hand wrapped around her to support her on my lap. After saying those words to her, I felt the child slowly stop shivering, including her cries, which had died down rather quickly. I smiled softly at this, and said to the little girl, “Sh….It’s okay….See? It’s okay…” with a soft tone. The girl kept her head buried in my chest during her small session of crying, but peered up at me shyly once she stopped. I saw what looked like a smile; slowly make its appearance on her lips. This made me smile. I was glad I had managed calming the child down.

I looked at the child in my arms gently, before asking her, “Can you tell me your name?” The girl’s (e/c) seemed to light up at this question, before she looked at my chest, thinking about it, from the looks of it.

I was about to look back at the television to wait for her to respond, but she spoke up with a soft, weak voice, “…(f-f/n),” bringing her eyes to look into mine.

I nodded softly at her response, replying with a faint smile, “(f/n)? Zat is a beautiful name, mädchen.” I watched as the child struggled with the compliment. But, once she blushed innocently; I knew she understood it. I chuckled softly, and kept rubbing her back,  “….If you vant to know, you can call me Germany,” I told her, nodding my head in approval. The little one in my arms nodded, placing her head hesitantly back onto my chest. I kept her in my arms, feeling something I have not felt in a while. Peace.

~*Your POV*~

You kept you head on the man’s chest, sighing softly as you calmed down. This man looked scary, but you realized how nice he was. A small smile danced across your lips, He…He can be my friend…! You thought with a small ray of hope. Your (e/c) eyes closed as you contently listened to the man’s steady heartbeat. It was like a drum, keeping the small smile on your lips.

“Are you hungry, (f/n)?” You heard the low, calm voice of the man, who was named Germany. You were about to answer his question, but your stomach made a low grumble as a response. You heard the man chuckle, which made you blush deeply. You kept your eyes closed, feeling one of his strong arms shift to support you, while you felt him stand up slowly. Your small hands attached themselves to his sturdy shoulders, keeping your head close as your eyes shot open, glancing up at him.  The man sensed your distress, as he responded soothingly, “It’s okay, (f/n), I am bringing you into ze kitchen for some food.” You calmed down at the promise of food, licking your lips with a soft sigh. The blond-haired man placed you on the counter, patting your back gently, before going into the cabinet to search for food. You watched Germany curiously as the cooking items were swiftly placed on the counter, and couldn’t help yourself grab the pancake batter box. You held the box in your small hands, looking at the letters blankly. The German words did not register in your mind, as you thought, what is this stuff…? It looks like powder that Daddy used for his guns, with a small frown appearing. Looking over the box, you did not notice the tall German standing in front of you with his hand outstretched for the box, clearing his throat softly. You gasped, as your attention snapped from the box, and onto Germany’s hand. You blushed, giving him the box quickly. Seeing your reaction, the man chuckled, and patted your head, “Zanks for the help in ze kitchen, I think you might be my little helper,” with a smile, before he started to mix the batter in a mixing bowl. You blushed, managing a sheepish smile, and watched the man make the batter. You watched him cook pancakes with interest, gasping in awe as you saw him flip the pancake, and cooking the other side.

The man heard this; smiling to himself. After he made three pancakes, he turned the stove off, placed a pancake on one plate, and two on the other. Germany then put the plate with one pancake beside you, before pulling syrup out of the cabinet. He looked at you, gesturing to the syrup, “Vant Maple Syrup, (f/n)?” he asked. You nodded softly, watching as he poured a small amount on the pancake. He brought silverware out from the drawers, and cut up your pancake efficiently. Once he was done, he offered the plate to you, “Enjoy,” he smiled softly, already going to the cupboard for a cup, and filling it up with milk for you. He placed it beside you, and then started to eat his pancakes.

Taking a small bite of the pancake, you gasped quietly as the flavor exploded in your mouth, smiling as you enjoyed the feeling of warm food in your mouth. You swallowed, saying, “Th…Thank you,” with a short stutter, as you moved onto the rest of the pancake. The man nodded curtly, grunting in response, as he ate quietly. You, on the other hand, made tiny ‘ohm’s and ‘mm’s as you ate, clearly enjoy the German’s cooking.  You drowned the last of the pancake with the cold milk, smiling at the empty plate on your lap. You put the now empty glass beside you, looking at the German. He had heard your glass clatter against the marble counter, and lifted his head up. He smiled slowly, using a napkin to wipe your mouth, “…Remember to vipe your mouth, (f/n),” he chided with a soft chuckle, throwing the napkin in the trash. You squealed, but nodded slowly once he finished wiping your mouth.

As he was about to take another bite of his pancake, you heard the door open, followed by a loud shout, “ZE AWESOME PRUSSIA IS HERE~!” You tensed at the sudden loud noise, hearing boots stomp into the hallway, and to the kitchen. Germany had growled to himself, muttered words that you didn’t understand. The man was about to storm off when you heard the boots become louder. They were coming to the kitchen. Another outburst had erupted, making you whimper, “Ze awesome Prussia is here, bringing along an unawe-“ The voice paused, sending chills down your spine. You shook in fear, slowly turning around as you saw a tall figure stand in the doorway of the kitchen. He had pale skin, silver hair, red eyes, and was wearing a dark blue uniform. A yellow bird nested on his head, as his red eyes looked at you, stunned.

You felt your (e/c) eyes get watery, blurring your vision as tears ran down you cheeks. You cried quietly, already startled by the noise. You heard Germany growl, before he walked over to you, and held you close to him. You cried, burying your head into his chest, while your (s/c) fists held onto his shirt.  Germany sighed while he rubbed your back, and the loud man soon said, “…Vat is a Frau doing here, Germany?” with a curious tone. You trembled as you heard him speak, awaiting for your new friend to respond. A sigh was heard.

“This is (f/n)…I am taking care of her for now, but I will see if her pare-“ Germany paused, as your loud cry interrupted him.

“P-Please! Don’t take me back! Please don’t,  M-Mr. Germany-!” you pleaded weakly, sobbing into his chest. Your memories of you past flashed through your mind, like a slideshow of a gruesome story. The first memory was of your father, giving you your daily amount of flogs. The second was no better than the first; your father kicking you out into the cold night, to get the baseball bat that was deep in the woods, only to have it used against you. These memories made it hard for you to go back, and only pushed your will to stay here. You wanted to stay here. You needed to.  

After your pleas were heard, there was nothing but silence lingering in the air. Germany kept rubbing your back, a sigh escaping him, as he said, “….Ve vill stil check for parents….If not, ve might keep you,” he said.  

The man that had come into the kitchen had gasped, replying, “Germany-! How? I don’t zink she can handle ze awesome me~!” You calmed down as Germany spoke, managing a soft chuckle as you heard the man at the doorway. He sounded kind of funny. You opened your eyes shyly, peering out from Germany’s chest, and to the red-eyed man. He looked at you in return, walking towards you as he muttered, “…Oh gott…zose (e/c) eyes….” with a soft smile. When he was right beside Germany, he said with a smirk, “I am ze awesome Prussia!” with an outstretched hand. You giggled, taking his hand shyly, before saying, “I’m (f/n)!” with a smile.

The man, Prussia, smiled back, saying, “Zat’s an awesome name! But….not as awesome as mine is..! Kesesesesesese~” You giggled shyly, smiling at him again. Germany and Prussia seemed pretty nice, even if Prussia startled you at first.

With a soft smile, you looked at them, saying, “Vielen Dank für meine Freunde.”

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