[Fanfic] The Kid: Chapter 10/24
Title: The Kid
Author/Artist: MoyaKite
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Prussia, Germany, and Freddy (little kid!OC), but almost everyone could end up in here eventually.
Rating: G (thus far)
Warnings: Fluff, discussions of mortality, potential for future character death
Summary: Deanon from the kink meme for the prompt:
Prussia, being a dad - After the unification of Germany, Prussia was left without much to do. Germany took care of all the official work, so all Prussia could do what get drunk or bother people. One day he decides to go backpacking across the country, and somehow through his adventures he ends up with custody of a small child (2 at the youngest, 5-ish at the oldest, and I would prefer that the kid was a boy too).
Anon would like something sweet and fluffy, where Prussia is actually a pretty awesome dad to this kid, even though nobody expects him to be good at it.
Bonus: All of the other nations think he will break the poor kid or something, so they try to intervene, but it turns out that Prussia is actually a better parent than them.
Bonus 2: The kid grows up and develops a crush on one of the nations, which gets blown out of proportion by daddy!Prussia trying to protect his little angel.
Author's Notes: The original is here. I'm extremely fond of this story, so it's likely to continue as long as people keep showing interest. The more comments I get, the quicker I'll update. (Also, I'm sorry that this is a shorter update than usual; I'm having trouble writing today. But I wanted to post as much as possible for spring break, which is ending, so here I am. Thank you to all commenters thus far! I'm writing this for all of you.)
Freddy loved the car ride to Italy's house; he pressed his nose against the window and hummed loudly along with the classical music that Germany played to calm himself while driving. Japan sat in the front seat; Italy was driving himself and Romano back, and Japan had once-and only once-let Italy drive him anywhere.
Freddy darted out the door as soon as they arrived; Italy's house was warm and welcoming. Japan took off his shoes in the entryway, and Freddy copied him, so they all took off their shoes to lounge around the sitting room. Prussia was sure that he heard France in the kitchen, but, before he could investigate, Spain waltzed into the room, singing in Spanish in a low, happy voice. When he saw Freddy, he beamed.
“¡Feliz cumpleaños!” Spain sang, stooping down to pick Freddy up and twirl him around. “¿Cómo estás?”
No one was more surprised than Prussia when Freddy replied, “¡Muy bien, gracias! ¿Y tu?”
Spain was ecstatic, almost beyond words-he tossed Freddy in the air and laughed, babbling in rapid-fire Spanish.
“Did you hear him, Lovi?” Spain called, still speaking in Spanish, hugging Freddy and kissing his forehead. “He's picking it up better than you did!”
“Shut up!” Romano huffed, slouching against the wall. The curses that followed the sentence were conscientiously muttered under his breath before he continued at a normal volume in Italian. “I didn't want to learn your-” he caught himself as he opened his mouth to curse, looked at Freddy's smile, and swallowed. “Whatever. I don't care.”
Spain opened his mouth to reply, but Japan was fastening his apron, and Italy held up his hand for attention.
“All chefs to the kitchen!” Italy called, glancing over at Japan and winking. “I'll be in to check on you,” Italy continued, glancing at Germany. “Make sure that Freddy waits to open his presents until after dinner, so we can all watch!”
Prussia yawned, sinking into a chair as he nodded. He heard France's distinctive laugh in the kitchen, and knew that it was going to be a great party. If only he could wake up properly.
~
“Happy birthday!” America sang, striding through the door as Canada held it open for him. Freddy grinned, leaping off his chair to go greet them both. America held a cake aloft-Prussia grinned himself as he imagined France's disdain for the extremely colorful confection. Canada had an armful of presents, half with America's stars and stripes, and the other half covered in maple leaves. He was smiling nervously. Prussia stood to greet them, too; Freddy got there first, grabbing both of their legs and squeezing tight.
“Mattie!” he said loudly. “Uncle Al! Happy birthday!”
He'd learned that one quickly, although he hadn't figured out that the birthday boy wasn't supposed to say it himself. Alfred laughed loudly, nearly dropping the cake as he reached down to mess up Freddy's hair. Freddy's hair had been growing, Prussia noticed suddenly-it had been military length when Prussia had found him, but now it was curling at the nape of his neck.
“Let me take those for you,” Prussia said, walking over to Canada. Canada smiled gratefully, handing the packages to Prussia without tripping over Freddy.
“Thanks,” Canada said softly. “Happy birthday, Friedrich,” Canada said, turning to look down at Freddy, who beamed. He didn't like it when anyone other than Germany or Canada called him by his real name.
“Happy birthday, Mattie!” Freddy replied brightly, letting go of America to hold his arms up to Canada. Canada's smile grew, and he scooped Freddy up, dandling him on one hip. “Presents?” Freddy asked. Another birthday word. Canada rocked him toward Prussia, and Freddy saw the presents-his eyes lit up. Prussia wondered what it'd be like to be at knee height and not able to see what mysteries counters and tall adults held. Prussia was gradually waking up, but he seemed to be seeing newness everywhere he looked.
“You all right, Gilbert?” Canada asked quietly. America slapped Prussia on the back, laughing again.
“All right?” America scoffed. “Gil is awesome! This is gonna be one great party, you just mark my words.”
Prussia smiled, trying not to look as tired as he felt as he turned to set the presents down on Italy's coffee table, where everyone else had left their gifts. France's pile was a mess of rose-printed gift wrap, while Spain's was papered with tomato red. Romano had left a small, unwrapped box on the table, saying that it didn't mean anything, and Italy had laughed. Prussia was sure that the big box underneath the table was from him.
“Are we late to the party?” America asked, snatching Freddy from Canada and holding him above his own head, flying him to the couch, where he flopped down and began to toss Freddy into the air. Prussia followed, Canada walking quietly by his side. No one seemed to notice Canada as they emerged from the entryway, even though Romano was looking right at the doorway. Germany was sitting awkwardly in a nearby chair, but he only looked at Prussia-his eyes slid right over Canada, unseeing. Prussia was struck with a sudden urge to throw his arm across Canada's shoulders and see whether the others still wouldn't be able to see him.
“Italy left to join France in the kitchen,” Germany said. “He dragged Spain with him.”
“Higher!” Freddy shrieked, “Higher, Uncle Al!”
Prussia felt a stab of envy in his chest, but he swallowed it. Canada noticed, though-he opened his mouth to speak, but Romano spoke up first.
“You're going to kill him, you idiot!” Romano snapped, storming over and snatching Freddy out of the air above America. Freddy laughed, snuggling up to Romano, who suddenly looked panicked. “Look, don't take this the-the-the wrong way or anything,” Romano began, seeming to lose his train of thought as Freddy looked at him, tilting his head slightly to one side. “I mean-you're all right and all, but-” Romano looked around for help as Freddy buried his head in Romano's neck again.
“Lovino,” Freddy said firmly. Romano clearly didn't know what to make of it. He awkwardly patted Freddy on the back.
“Okay, okay,” Romano said, looking to one side. Prussia couldn't mistake the tell-tale blush he was trying to hide. “H-happy birthday, Freddy.”
I'm deanoning this to let people know that I'm auctioning off a fanfiction commission here. Please take a look if you're interested; there are also many other writers participating at help_japan . I'm also offering a translation here, and abarero has kindly organized a list of Hetalia-related offers here.
Chapter Guide: ( Ch. 1) ( Ch. 2) ( Ch. 3) ( Ch. 4) ( Ch. 5) ( Ch. 6) ( Ch. 7) ( Ch. 8) ( Ch. 9) ( Ch. 10) ( Ch. 11) ( Ch. 12) ( Ch. 13) ( Ch. 14) ( Ch. 15) ( Ch. 16) ( Ch. 17) ( Ch. 18) ( Ch. 19) ( Ch. 20) ( Ch. 21) ( Ch. 22) ( Ch. 23) ( Ch. 24)
Author/Artist: MoyaKite
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Prussia, Germany, and Freddy (little kid!OC), but almost everyone could end up in here eventually.
Rating: G (thus far)
Warnings: Fluff, discussions of mortality, potential for future character death
Summary: Deanon from the kink meme for the prompt:
Prussia, being a dad - After the unification of Germany, Prussia was left without much to do. Germany took care of all the official work, so all Prussia could do what get drunk or bother people. One day he decides to go backpacking across the country, and somehow through his adventures he ends up with custody of a small child (2 at the youngest, 5-ish at the oldest, and I would prefer that the kid was a boy too).
Anon would like something sweet and fluffy, where Prussia is actually a pretty awesome dad to this kid, even though nobody expects him to be good at it.
Bonus: All of the other nations think he will break the poor kid or something, so they try to intervene, but it turns out that Prussia is actually a better parent than them.
Bonus 2: The kid grows up and develops a crush on one of the nations, which gets blown out of proportion by daddy!Prussia trying to protect his little angel.
Author's Notes: The original is here. I'm extremely fond of this story, so it's likely to continue as long as people keep showing interest. The more comments I get, the quicker I'll update. (Also, I'm sorry that this is a shorter update than usual; I'm having trouble writing today. But I wanted to post as much as possible for spring break, which is ending, so here I am. Thank you to all commenters thus far! I'm writing this for all of you.)
Freddy loved the car ride to Italy's house; he pressed his nose against the window and hummed loudly along with the classical music that Germany played to calm himself while driving. Japan sat in the front seat; Italy was driving himself and Romano back, and Japan had once-and only once-let Italy drive him anywhere.
Freddy darted out the door as soon as they arrived; Italy's house was warm and welcoming. Japan took off his shoes in the entryway, and Freddy copied him, so they all took off their shoes to lounge around the sitting room. Prussia was sure that he heard France in the kitchen, but, before he could investigate, Spain waltzed into the room, singing in Spanish in a low, happy voice. When he saw Freddy, he beamed.
“¡Feliz cumpleaños!” Spain sang, stooping down to pick Freddy up and twirl him around. “¿Cómo estás?”
No one was more surprised than Prussia when Freddy replied, “¡Muy bien, gracias! ¿Y tu?”
Spain was ecstatic, almost beyond words-he tossed Freddy in the air and laughed, babbling in rapid-fire Spanish.
“Did you hear him, Lovi?” Spain called, still speaking in Spanish, hugging Freddy and kissing his forehead. “He's picking it up better than you did!”
“Shut up!” Romano huffed, slouching against the wall. The curses that followed the sentence were conscientiously muttered under his breath before he continued at a normal volume in Italian. “I didn't want to learn your-” he caught himself as he opened his mouth to curse, looked at Freddy's smile, and swallowed. “Whatever. I don't care.”
Spain opened his mouth to reply, but Japan was fastening his apron, and Italy held up his hand for attention.
“All chefs to the kitchen!” Italy called, glancing over at Japan and winking. “I'll be in to check on you,” Italy continued, glancing at Germany. “Make sure that Freddy waits to open his presents until after dinner, so we can all watch!”
Prussia yawned, sinking into a chair as he nodded. He heard France's distinctive laugh in the kitchen, and knew that it was going to be a great party. If only he could wake up properly.
~
“Happy birthday!” America sang, striding through the door as Canada held it open for him. Freddy grinned, leaping off his chair to go greet them both. America held a cake aloft-Prussia grinned himself as he imagined France's disdain for the extremely colorful confection. Canada had an armful of presents, half with America's stars and stripes, and the other half covered in maple leaves. He was smiling nervously. Prussia stood to greet them, too; Freddy got there first, grabbing both of their legs and squeezing tight.
“Mattie!” he said loudly. “Uncle Al! Happy birthday!”
He'd learned that one quickly, although he hadn't figured out that the birthday boy wasn't supposed to say it himself. Alfred laughed loudly, nearly dropping the cake as he reached down to mess up Freddy's hair. Freddy's hair had been growing, Prussia noticed suddenly-it had been military length when Prussia had found him, but now it was curling at the nape of his neck.
“Let me take those for you,” Prussia said, walking over to Canada. Canada smiled gratefully, handing the packages to Prussia without tripping over Freddy.
“Thanks,” Canada said softly. “Happy birthday, Friedrich,” Canada said, turning to look down at Freddy, who beamed. He didn't like it when anyone other than Germany or Canada called him by his real name.
“Happy birthday, Mattie!” Freddy replied brightly, letting go of America to hold his arms up to Canada. Canada's smile grew, and he scooped Freddy up, dandling him on one hip. “Presents?” Freddy asked. Another birthday word. Canada rocked him toward Prussia, and Freddy saw the presents-his eyes lit up. Prussia wondered what it'd be like to be at knee height and not able to see what mysteries counters and tall adults held. Prussia was gradually waking up, but he seemed to be seeing newness everywhere he looked.
“You all right, Gilbert?” Canada asked quietly. America slapped Prussia on the back, laughing again.
“All right?” America scoffed. “Gil is awesome! This is gonna be one great party, you just mark my words.”
Prussia smiled, trying not to look as tired as he felt as he turned to set the presents down on Italy's coffee table, where everyone else had left their gifts. France's pile was a mess of rose-printed gift wrap, while Spain's was papered with tomato red. Romano had left a small, unwrapped box on the table, saying that it didn't mean anything, and Italy had laughed. Prussia was sure that the big box underneath the table was from him.
“Are we late to the party?” America asked, snatching Freddy from Canada and holding him above his own head, flying him to the couch, where he flopped down and began to toss Freddy into the air. Prussia followed, Canada walking quietly by his side. No one seemed to notice Canada as they emerged from the entryway, even though Romano was looking right at the doorway. Germany was sitting awkwardly in a nearby chair, but he only looked at Prussia-his eyes slid right over Canada, unseeing. Prussia was struck with a sudden urge to throw his arm across Canada's shoulders and see whether the others still wouldn't be able to see him.
“Italy left to join France in the kitchen,” Germany said. “He dragged Spain with him.”
“Higher!” Freddy shrieked, “Higher, Uncle Al!”
Prussia felt a stab of envy in his chest, but he swallowed it. Canada noticed, though-he opened his mouth to speak, but Romano spoke up first.
“You're going to kill him, you idiot!” Romano snapped, storming over and snatching Freddy out of the air above America. Freddy laughed, snuggling up to Romano, who suddenly looked panicked. “Look, don't take this the-the-the wrong way or anything,” Romano began, seeming to lose his train of thought as Freddy looked at him, tilting his head slightly to one side. “I mean-you're all right and all, but-” Romano looked around for help as Freddy buried his head in Romano's neck again.
“Lovino,” Freddy said firmly. Romano clearly didn't know what to make of it. He awkwardly patted Freddy on the back.
“Okay, okay,” Romano said, looking to one side. Prussia couldn't mistake the tell-tale blush he was trying to hide. “H-happy birthday, Freddy.”
I'm deanoning this to let people know that I'm auctioning off a fanfiction commission here. Please take a look if you're interested; there are also many other writers participating at help_japan . I'm also offering a translation here, and abarero has kindly organized a list of Hetalia-related offers here.
Chapter Guide: ( Ch. 1) ( Ch. 2) ( Ch. 3) ( Ch. 4) ( Ch. 5) ( Ch. 6) ( Ch. 7) ( Ch. 8) ( Ch. 9) ( Ch. 10) ( Ch. 11) ( Ch. 12) ( Ch. 13) ( Ch. 14) ( Ch. 15) ( Ch. 16) ( Ch. 17) ( Ch. 18) ( Ch. 19) ( Ch. 20) ( Ch. 21) ( Ch. 22) ( Ch. 23) ( Ch. 24)