Papa!FrancexChild!ReaderxMama!England -Pt 2-

  By the time you were four years old, you had grown to believe that England was your mother. You had also grown to understand that both of them were personified representation's of the countries England and France.

  You had grown so dependent on both of them and loved them so much, even though you knew your parents would get into battle over the stupidest little things, one of the main things being who cooked what meals.

  Truthfully, you much rather have Papa France cook for you because your Mama's food tasted (and looked like) garbage. And then there was what language they wanted you to learn. Yes, you knew English, but Papa insisted that you learned French, much to Mama's protest.

  Then there were the really really stupid arguments like when Mama was cooking and Papa would sneak up behind him and kiss him on the cheek. Of course Mama gets all annoyed at him and calls him a frog, but it was really silly.

  And sometimes, either Mama or Papa would have to leave for a few days and come back completely exhausted. And when Papa left, you were in tears. You were a total daddy's girl and to not have him around was like pure torture.

  Though you knew eventually, you would have to get used to being around Mama.

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  And that day was supposedly today. Papa France was getting all dressed up, asking Mama England for help to which he replied with a bunch of mean words that you didn't know.

  Papa France came downstairs in a suit, fixing up his tie,"I'll tell zhem zhat your sick! Geez!"

  "Shut up you frog!" Mama England retorted,"You do realize that nobody else is going to buy that after awhile you dumbass git!"

  Running over to your Papa, you tugged on his pant sleeve,"Can I go with you Papa? Please? I don't want you to leave me alone again!"

  He knelt beside you, brushing your short (h/c) hair out of your face,"I'm sorry mi fille, but you're not old enough to come wis me." He pecked your forehead lightly,"Just spend time wis Arthur, please? He's a good mère."

  You began crying as he stood up and your mother scooped you up into his arms. "I'll be back in sree days. Be good for your mère." And with that, he was gone and the temper tantrum started.

  First, you started off with crying and writhing in Mama's arms until he let you go, then you went and screamed on about how much you wanted your Papa and then you would fall asleep in exhaustion.

  So as soon as the door shut, you started crying and whining. Mama though, had different ideas. "_________, this time, I'm giving you one warning. Don't start with this again love, or you'll regret it."

  As a usually well-disciplined four-year old, you didn't know what would happen if you continued, so you tested him and continued anyway. That's when he as down with you in his arms, placed you on your stomach on his knees and struck you.

  Letting out a yelp of surprise, you squirmed out of his grasp, holding your backside,"M-Mama..." There were real tears forming in your (e/c) eyes and you bursted out,"I HATE YOU MAMA!!! I LOVE PAPA MORE THAN YOU!"

  At this age, you didn't really know how much that stung England when you said it, but it made him feel like a really bad parent. Looking at his shocked face, you ran off, crying into your bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind you.

  England sat, awestruck about the actions you just took up against him. 'Does she really...hate me? What did I do wrong?' Already fumbling for the phone, he dialed France who answered a bit annoyed,"'ave you already killed 'er wis your cooking?"

  "N-no..." He said a bit saddened,"She said she loved you more and that she hated me."

  "Do you want to go to zhe meeting? I'll stay zhere wis 'er-"

  "It's my fault too France." He cut off, nearing tears,"I spanked her. I won't hide that. She does this every time you leave and I want her to learn that I'm a parent too!"

  "Look England, all children act like zhis. She is a daddy's girl and it's normal for 'er to be more attatched to me." He said rather calmly,"Look, just talk to 'er after she's calmed down, tell 'er that daddy said that wasn't a nice thing to say either and relax. I'll be back in sree days."

  England hung up, burying his face and sighing as tears stained his emerald green eyes,"That's not gunna help you bloody frog. I'm just a terrible parent. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place...? I'm such a git."

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  At dinner, England made something so simple that he couldn't screw it up. Just a plain PB and J. You didn't object, ate it and went back into your room to fall asleep. You had been crying into your pillow for the past few hours and had tired yourself out.

  Though in the middle of the night, you woke up to more tears. You had a really bad dream and you wanted your Papa more than anything now. Dashing down the halls, you went into your parent's room and climbed into bed, half expecting Papa France to be sleeping there with Mama.

  "_-________...? What's wrong love...?" Mama England asked. He must've heard you or felt you as you climbed into bed.

  "I-I had a bad dream." You cried out in anguish, more tears surfacing your (e/c) eyes,"T-that Papa France n-never came home."

  England sighed a bit, but took advantage of the situation. Taking your small body into his arms, he laid down with you in his arms,"Common ________, sleep with mummy tonight."

  Unlike usual, you didn't object and cried into his shirt as he stroked your (h/c) hair, cooing to you gently and trying to coax you back to sleep. "It's okay love...he'll come back, I promise. He loves you very much ________...he'll come back-"

  He was cut off by hearing a sentence you cried out,"I'm sorry Mama! I love you as much as Papa! I didn't mean to be a bad girl...I-I *hic* I don't hate you Mama..."

  England smiled a bit, holding you a bit closer,"It's okay love. I'm not mad at you." He kissed your forehead softly,"I'm sorry I spanked you earlier...I just felt bad that you loved your Papa more than me." He rubbed your back a bit,"I never see you throw tantrums like that when I leave-"

  You suddenly gripped his pajama shirt tightly,"D-do you want me too...a 'cause I can do that when you leave too..."

  England chuckled softly and warmly towards you,"As much as I would love you to annoy the frog when I leave," He kissed your forehead again before tapping your nose and making you giggle,"Don't give you daddy a hard time love."

  You nodded, sniffling a bit as you buried your face into your Papa's chest,"I'm sorry...don't be mad at me...don't hate me...I was being a bad girl..."

  The words hit like a shot to the heart,"Listen ________, no matter what you do or say, neither me or Papa will ever stop loving you, let alone hate you. We both love you so much." He pulled the blankets over you and him,"Now let's get some sleep, okay my love."

  You nodded and shut your (e/c) eyes before opening them up and looking at your Mama,"Mama, do you love daddy? Or are you and daddy gunna get a divorce a'cause you two always fight?"

  He knew you were too young to understand the fact that he wasn't your real mother and that both men had a lot of rivalry between them,"No ________, I'll never divorce daddy. I...love...him..."

  You smiled now, wiping your eyes and nose with the sleeve of your pajama shirt,"I'm happy." With that, you fell asleep.

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  Three days later, Papa France came home looking tired and distraught with a stranger behind him. England told you to go sit down on the couch and that you were meeting a new friend.

  You did as he asked and waited until a dirty blond with deep blue eyes that lay behind glasses came into the door,"Dude, if your sick, you should be in bed-" His eyes turned to spy you sitting on the couch and looking at him innocently. He pointed to you and quickly asked,"Who the hell is that?"

  "Don't say mean words you meanie!" You pouted, sticking your toungue out at him and acting a bit miffed.

  "Listen mon ami, you cannot tell any of zhe others about zhis." Papa France said with a sigh. He motioned you to leave the room and you did as he said but listened in,"Look, she is my daughter. 'er mother couldn't afford to take care of 'er. So me and England decided we would raise 'er-"

  "M-my momma..." You said, stepping into view with tears clouding your eyes,"E-England is my momma...isn't he..." France knew this was going to be hard. He shook his head,"My momma didn't want me?"

  Before he could say anything, you ran off into your room to cry again. France went to go, but England cut him short,"I'll go. It'd make more sence. Stay here with the git you frog."

  England went to your room, entering to see you in the corner and crying,"My real momma didn't want me...I was a bad girl...Mama was lying."

  It hurt him to terribly to see you hurting like this. He went beside you and pulled you close,"Your mummy loved you __________...you weren't a bad girl, I promise."

  "My real mommy doesn't love me!" You cried out, crying into his chest once more,"S-she didn't love me!"

  "Yes she does." He smiled a bit sadly,"She's right here right now, holding you close and telling you everything is alright." He stroked your hair. You wouldn't get that your mother did the best by giving her to France to take care of. But he knew that he could convince you that you had a mother who loved you very much.

  Sniffling a bit, you looked up at him,"B-but you're not-"

  He placed a finger to your lips and shushed you gently,"I am. I've been your mother all this time baby..." He rocked you gently in his arms, calming you down,"Me and France are your parents and we love you no matter what."

  You gripped onto his shirt in a hug, crying out a bit more,"I love you too Mama!"

  He barely noticed as France and America slipped into the room. France knelt beside you both, hugging both you and England,"Listen to your mère...we both love you very much _________."

  "Hey..." The boy whined a bit,"I wanna hug too. England! Gimme a hug!"

  "America you git! Can't you..." He sighed,"Fine."

  He smiled brightly, hugging you and England. He smelt like hamburgers. "So does this mean I'm like a godfather or uncle or something!?" He asked excitedly.

  "Uncle." England stated simply.

  "Alright!" He looked at you with a really goofy grin that made you laugh,"'Sup _________! I'm your Uncle America!"

  England and France exchanged a worried look at each other before the same thought run through their heads,'We've just doomed our own child...'