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 Your hair was being yanked back painfully, your mouth covered as another blow was administered to your small body. Tears were slowly flowing out of your dulling (e/c) eyes, blood dribbling from wounds which were being created.

 One of the boys in front of you snickered. "Are you willin' to give us that coin in your hand now?"

 You shook your head, not even having the smallest amount of change to give to them. Seeing their angered faces only sent you further into hysterics and noticing this, laughed in pleasure before attacking you viciously once more.

 One pulled out a switchblade and came up behind you, slicing off most of your gorgeous long (h/c) hair. The one holding you back now held the small amount you had left, waving you around like a doll.

 Suddenly, though, you were dropped on the concrete and they all scampered away. A shadow loomed over you, making you look up to see an older man, his clothes grungy and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, a grey wisp of smoke coming from the end.

 His eyes narrowed slightly, just standing there waiting. "What's wrong kid? Go home to your parents."

 First, you tried to get up but failed terribly. Then you looked up pitifully, tears in your eyes. "I-I don't got any..."

 For a moment he stood there. Then he paced in his spot, his brows furrowed and a hand running through his blond hair before he shot you another glance. "Listen kid. I'm takin' you with me. But, and I mean but, only until I can get some orphanage to take you in. Got it?"

 "Y-Yes sir..." You muttered, not really caring where you ended up. He sighed once more, lifting you into his arms. "T-Thank you..."

 "Yeah yeah..." He muttered, keeping his arms protectively around you.

 He carried you through the small town you lived in, giving off glares if anyone gave an odd glance in either of your directions. Neither of you spoke but you assumed that he didn't mind. Although all you wanted was for someone to just coo to you and assure you everything was okay.

 You shifted slightly, trying to make yourself feel safe and cozy. The man didn't seem to mind, pulling your head to his chest and grumbling something in French is seemed.

 Still, you held on, your face in his shirt (even if it smelt like cigarettes) and snuggling close. After a few moments, you noticed a blast of warm air, making you look up to notice you were in a home. It was large but rather dirty. Then again, you didn't expect much more than that.

 Once inside, he sat you down on his couch, telling you to stay there and wait. He left you but you stayed completely still, just looking around the room and waiting calmly. All you wanted to do was lay down and rest for a short while, just have something to eat, for the pain to go away.

 When the man came back in, you were on your side, curled up and trying to sleep but tears streaming from your eyes. He came over, placing his thumbs on your cheeks and wiped them away a bit roughly before forcing you to sit up.

 Beside him lay a first aid kit which he opened, pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs. He dipped the cloth in the alcohol, putting it to any cuts or wounds you had, not warning you about the pain. Still, you sat there completely silent and well-mannered.

 When he pulled away, tears were still streaming down your face. He looked at the bottle and back to you. "That hurt, didn't it?" You were frozen, not knowing if he'd get upset if you said it did. "I meant to use peroxide...that didn't make you feel better, did it?" You shook your head, wanting to just have him hold you close and tell you it was okay.

 In reality though, he just messed your hair up slightly and grabbed bandages to put over any open wounds. Once he finished, he lifted you up in your arms and carried you away once more. He placed you in a chair in the kitchen, going to the fridge and rummaging through it.

 He produced a small box and laid it on the table, sitting beside you and opening it to a bunch of sweets. Your eyes shone vibrantly, looking at the pastel-colored cupcakes and other goodies. Noticing you eying the cupcakes, he picked one up and handed it over to you.

 Taking it, you carefully unwrapped it, waiting a moment before taking a bit into it and feeling favors explode in your mouth. The man smiled slightly, seeing your delighted expression. "My friend, Arthur, made them. All fresh."

 "They're yummy..." You said softly before taking another bite and continued eating in silence. He watched, picking up a little crumpet himself and eating. Once you finished, you looked towards him, waiting in silence as he finished eating himself and watching as he put the sweets away.

 "You seem tired kid..." He said to himself, looking back to you sitting there confused. "Come on can just..." He rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath. "Just lay in my bed for a while..."

 Nodding, you allowed him to lift you and carry you to bed this time. He opened the door to a room, his bedroom you presumed, and carried you to his bed. It was dark in there and smelt gross but you never had a room as far as you could remember and found a hint of comfort in it.

 He threw the messy bed sheets off and made a spot for you to lay in before covering you up. Your gaze stopped him from leaving, kneeling beside where you laid down. "What? Do you need something?"

 "Thank you mister..." You whispered, covering your face halfway with the blankets. "I-I don't care if I go to a...a orphanage or if I go back on da streets. You're the first person to show me t...that da world isn't too bad..."

 He seemed taken aback by the response, looking questionably towards you. "How old are you kid?"


 "You got a name, right?"

 You nodded, uncovering your face slightly. "_____________..."

 He looked towards you with softer eyes, stroking your hair. "Well...erm...I'm Francis...I guess since I know your name now." He scratched the stubble on his face and sighed. "Just...sleep for a bit...I'll set up somewhere for you to sleep after this..."

 Again, you nodded, settling into his bed and shutting your eyes. Francis stood up, ready to leave when you spoke up again. "Francis...? How old are you...?"

 He stopped and sighed. "Old kid...I'm old."


 When you awoke next, Francis was asleep beside you, his arms wrapped around you and his shirt absent. Moving slightly, you tried to wiggle free of his grip and look around the house with little success. It took a good amount of time before you managed to slip out of his grasp and get off the bed to look around.

 Slipping out of the room, you began peeping into a few rooms silently in the hallway where Francis' bedroom was. Then, you traveled out to the living room to find a young man, strawberry-blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, in the living room cleaning up Francis' mess.

 You tried to hide before he spotted you but he came over to where you hid. "I haven't seen you around here before. Do you know Mr. Francis?"

 Looking away towards Francis' door, you could feel the stranger coming closer. Quickly, you dashed into his room and shot beneath the spot beside him, hiding in his embrace.

 The other man came in as Francis started stirring. He lifted you into his arms and looked towards the door. "Arthur? Wait...what are you doing here?"

 "Well, I came for a visit. And...I peeped and saw you asleep and decided to wait. But it's so dirty, I started cleaning up the mess and then...well, this young lady came out and ran off when I asked her if she knew you."

 Francis held you slightly closer, trying not to scare you anymore. "Remember that cupcake you ate before going to bed...? He was the one who made them for me."

 You nodded but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway. "How did you get in?"

 "The key of course." Arthur beamed, holding it up. "I'm sorry, I should've called first but I just went upon my own accord again. I'll just leave if you really want me too-"

 Francis sat up, brushing your hair gently. "You already went through the trouble of comin' in...I guess you can stay for awhile..."

 Arthur smiled and came over, sitting beside you and Francis. "When did this lovely little girl get here?"

 Sensing your fear, Francis held you closer and brushed your hair. "Just yesterday. Some punks were beating her up so...she's staying for a while."

 Arthur nodded again, looking innocently towards you. "What's your name love?"

 "_-__________..." You whispered softly, holding tighter to Francis. His hand went on your back, patting it softly.

 "Well...erm..." Arthur stepped back slightly. "If I were to bake some cookies, would you mind helping me...?"

 Looking towards Arthur, you saw the sweet smile on his face and his hand held out, waiting for you to take it. Slowly, you reached out and took it, being separated from Francis and brought into his arms.

 He poked your nose and carried you out. "Now, lets try not to make too much of a mess. Maybe you can handle the flour..."

 Francis lay down for a minute before registering what had just been said. "Hey wait! Don't let my daughter touch the flour!" With that, he sprung out of bed.
I've had this on my iPad since last year.
Considering I broke my iPad on the first day of New Year and I just got it back.
I'm going to work on the OTP thing, I'm just gunna copy it into my iPad notes when I'm done posting this.
2p!France is socially awkward.
He's pretty hot though. A hot tamale.

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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XXXBLOODYPEACHXXX Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2015
What's wrong with the flour? 😐😑😥😨😰
JuliaAbadeer-Uchiha Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
This and rewrite are cute as fuck!
Sorry for swearing, but not really, 2p England
DarkAngelLala Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
AWWW he called me his daughter!!!
EODragonkitty201 Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
D'awww So Kawaii Desu
DarkRapunzal Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015  Student General Artist
OMG, FRANCOIS SAID I WAS HUS DAUGHTER!?!?!?!?!?! Omg, sooooooooooooooo kawaii...
megatejja Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2015
spidercat248 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2015
awwwwww :3.................WAIT

hetalovergirl Featured By Owner May 25, 2015
Or both.
bree25 Featured By Owner May 2, 2015
it's probaly crack or poison
JackFleutie Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Student General Artist
I think is Coca...the drug not the drink...
bree25 Featured By Owner May 26, 2015
JackFleutie Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Student General Artist
Yep! ^-^
bree25 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015
JackFleutie Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015  Student General Artist
That's kind of disturbing if you think about it....
bree25 Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015
what is
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Deathnote9718468 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2014  Student General Artist
Lucky Star Cat Chibi *tired*
CryslatBubblegumGall Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
He said daughter without knowing!! X33
MissOcarina Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dawwww! France is my dad now! Super cute!
Nightmare1301 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014
Aww Francis called me his daughter
LullabySkyX Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
What's so bad with the flour?
Hetalian-Canada Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The mess it makes with one false move... (Personal experience)
LullabySkyX Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ooooh... I understand now! I just confused!
lexaline-chan Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2015  Hobbyist
Or it's crack
Mrs-Hetalia Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2015
I think, I agree it's crack. He's supposed to be a boss of the french mafia an stuff
batman-nutella-oreos Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
 "When you awoke next, Francis was asleep beside you, his arms wrapped around you and his shirt absent."

le reality me: ooh yus shirtless france yum


le reality me: aw fuck I'm four I think I've fainted.
LonelyReaper2012 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2014  Student General Artist
XD Same reaction.
yaoicreater101 Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Student Writer
2p france is meh papa!!! *turn hulk* HELL YAH!! *turns normal*
CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
And now I will go paint your kitchen white. Good day, sir.
hetalialover9001 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014
What REALLY happened in Paint it, White! XD
CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Paint it ALL white!
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014
CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Flour is a kid's best revenge buddy.
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2014
Hehe true!
CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I did that at my birthday party and blamed it on my cousin. Good times.
englandamerica Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014
Aww he called me his daughter!
BENcookiemonster1786 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
1.)he called me his daughter...YESS!!!!!
2.)wats so bad about the flour???
NikoKarma Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Also the fact that it is a makeshift bomb when any fire is lit while t and or suggar is in the air, and the fact that he smokes..... so yeah.
kurino-sama-alpha Featured By Owner May 11, 2014
flour is a fine white powder that will get everywhere. and i mean everywhere. and it's really hard getting it out or off
TerraAreli Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
wait wait...why was he worried about flour? O.o
..wait it's ollie but sitll why?
kkira5552 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
maybe just cause a four yearold will make am mess
kkira5552 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
I think the flour isn't really flour hon
Mochi-and-2P-Rose Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2014  Student Interface Designer
Loved the ending
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2014
Hehe, thanks~
Mochi-and-2P-Rose Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2014  Student Interface Designer
No prob
Fearheartof5 Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014
I'm the child of 2p! France, awesome
NirvanaRivera Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I love it! XD
iluv2camp99 Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Is there some special significance with the flower and Ollie? Or is it just the fact that I'm little and will make a mess.
mikmik121 Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2014
The second one.
Deidara-Brat Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
England: Raised kids and knows the ins and outs of parenting.
Gives 4 year old the flour while baking.
XxxAnnaXSasukexxX Featured By Owner May 17, 2014
No wonder 2p! France was worried about it! XD look how 2p! Canada and 2p! America turned out!
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