You felt yourself being moved from the car. You opened your (e/c) orbs. “Welcome back dudette,” America laughed, carrying you into his house. Well more or less his mansion. His home was decked out with superhero stuff. To your shock it didn’t smell like McDonalds. He took you to a room. “This is a spare room in the house, but when you get better we can totally make this place look awesome!” America chirped. “Okay Daddy,” you said. He smiled; America liked the sound of that. You yawned. “Still sleepy huh?” he asked. You nodded ‘yes’, to him. He chuckled slightly. You tiredly crawled under the blankets. Coughing in the process. “Goodnight sweetheart,” America said kissing your forehead. You felt his presence in the room until you went back to sleep.
He swiftly made his way to his boss’s room. “Yo boss,” America opened a door. “What is it Alfred?” his boss asked, drowsily. Obviously America woke up his boss. “We have new colony sir,” America said. “So that little nations an American territory then?” his boss clarified. “Sir yes sir,” America nodded. “Good,” his boss replied. “One thing though sir,” America said, “I request that we send troops to get her nation straightened out first,”
“How bad is it?”
“Bad enough yo,” America replied grimly. “Very well. I’ll start sending troops out that way now,” his boss said. “Thank you sir,” America saluted. “Just get out of my office,” his boss said, talking a bite of a McDonalds’ burger. He left his bosses room, and made his way to his own office. Something tugged at his chest. Suddenly America wanted to check on you. He peered into your room, careful not to wake you. You were sleeping soundly. He noticed the bruises, and scars on your arms. A low growl came from his throat, still not totally convinced that they were just from civil wars in your nation. Quietly he closed the door, and went back towards his office.
In his office, America was actually eager to finish his paper work. If he got all of it done, he’d be able to help (Name) faster and he be able to actually spend time with his daughter. Quickly America sat in his spiny chair. Trying hard to resist spinning around in circles in the chair. He grabbed his Captain America pen. It was his lucky pen, he used when he needed to be an awesome hero, and hero up. America rapidly filled out the papers.
A gasp escaped your lips. You where awake in your bed back in. (Nation’s Name). Your home was glittering with fire. Horrid laughing came from around the house. It was freezing despite the fire that trapped you into your home. ‘How… how did this happen?’ you wondered, unable to move. You were terrified, but felt no fear. You were wide awake, yet wanted to sleep. What was happening to you? Was your nation finally coming to an end? Did your ‘father’ send you back? Did America not want you? Was the madness of being a nation getting to you already? How could that be? You were still too young for it to happen. China had lost it before, but he was thousands of years old. You had only been a nation for almost eighty years.
Making a swift decision you got off the bed and left the room. Dodging the flames with ease. Snow littered the once beautiful ground. Dead (Nation’s flower) where spreading across the land. Bombs exploded all around you, but you didn’t flinch, you just kept walking. Your confusion was blinding your fear and common sense. That was until you tripped over a body. With a shriek you dashed away from the fire, and the person you tripped over. Fear now jutting through you. The hurried pain of your dying nation burned in your body. When you finally stopped to breath, it felt as if your lungs won’t function. Air didn’t want to come to you. Slowly the air allowed itself inside your lungs. Carefully you panted. Tiredly you collapsed into the snow. The burning sensation in your legs, made it impossible to stand. You closed your eyes and just let yourself-.
Your (e/c) snapped open. They were met by worried baby blue ones. “D-daddy?” you asked questioningly. “Yeah sweetheart,” he whispered. “W-what happened?” you sat up, trembling a little bit. “I just heard you whimpering. So I came into see if you were okay (Name),” America explained. You crawled onto his lap, still shaking. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked. You nodded and you started whimpering. “Shh. Shh. It’s alright. The hero’s here. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he comforted you softly. America stroked your (h/l) (h/c). “I… I thought your took m-me back to t-that island,” you squeaked silent tears rolling down your face, “I-it’s really b-bad there,” America wiped away your tears and said, “Why would I do that princess?” he asked. You blinked up at him frightened. His sandy colored cowlick was drooping slightly, from his tired state. “I was going to wait to give this to you tomorrow but I think now’s a better time to do this,” America held out a (favorite animal) plush. Cautiously you took it from him. “Thank you Daddy,” you yawned. America followed your action. “Come on little princess, come sleep in the hero’s room for tonight, okay,” You nodded to him, as he picked you up. Tiredly you rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you to his room.
In your fathers’ room, the walls lined with posters of super heroes. Mainly Superman and Captain America. Tiredly your father curled himself under the covers. He grasped your protectively to his chest. Snuggled closer to him and fell asleep.
The smell of something unknown filled the air. You didn’t know what it was, but you liked how it smelled. You father wasn’t in his bed, so you just assumed he was in the kitchen. You went back to your room. You spied the box stacked up next to a bookshelf. Your things must have come in that night. Opening up one of the boxes, you found your favorite outfit. It was a cute little (f/c) colored t-shirt and a pair of jeans. That was basically what you enjoyed wearing anyways, so it didn’t exactly matter the color.
Quietly you followed the smell into the kitchen. “Morning (Name)!” America chirped happily. You hid your laughing when you saw the apron he was wearing. It was a bright pink, and a tad bit frilly on the shoulders. “Good morning D-dad,” you where still cautious about referring to America as your dad. “Take a seat. B-fast will done in a few,” he said. You nodded and climbed into a chair.
A plate slid in front of you. Some kind of ham strips were sitting on the plate. “What’s wrong? You look like you never seen bacon before,” America said sitting across from you. “Uh… well,” you said. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had bacon before!” America’s baby blue eyes widened. “N-no I haven’t,” you shook your head ‘no’. “Well honey, that’ll be fixed in just a moment,” he gestured to your plate. Picking up a piece you took a weary first bite. “Do ya like it? Huh? Huh? Huh? Do ya?” he asked speedily. You nodded happily. It tasted really good. This would definatly have to start being made in your nation. An pleading meow sounded at your feet. Looking down you saw a fluffy gold cat. He looked oddly down at America. “Don’t worry about him (Name). That’s my cat, Americat,” America stood. He filled the cats bowl with bacon. You wondered if that was really good for Americat but you didn’t question him. “So (Name). I was talking to my boss and he told me that he’d help you out,” America took both of your plates to the sink. “Thank you daddy,” you said, a true smile graced your lips.
-Le Time Skip-
As time went on you became stronger and braver. With your fathers help you recovered easily. Soon your nation grew. With every passing day you became more like America. Just not as obnoxious. No one could ever be as obnoxious as your father. You where the light of America’s life. He loved you more than anything in the world. He defended your nation well, and he even added a fifty first star to his flag.
“Hey Dad! I’m back!” you yelled. “Sup’ butter cup?” he called back. Your nation had become strong enough that you now taken on the form a sixteen year old human. “Not much Dad,” you said with a smile, as your fathers’ pet cat, Americat, leaped into your arms. Only to be followed by your own. (Cat’s name). She/He was (f/c) with sparkly (e/c). The cat was very much like yourself. “By the way, we have a meeting tomorrow,” he reminded. “Duuuude,” you whined, “I don’t wanna,” “Not any more than I do yo,” America said, going back to his burger. “Well, I’m gunna leave you and your burger alone together. If you need me I’ll be gaming,” you let out a small laugh. America rolled his eyes at you and went back to watching his super hero movie.
Half way through his movie America heard a crash. Then a female sounding scream. “(Name)!” America called frantically. He dashed into the gaming room. “(Name) are you alright?” America ran to your side. “Yeah Dad I’m fine. I don’t know about him though,” you pointed France, who was lying on the ground. His face red. “I don’t think the Eiffle Tower will be in use for a few days,” you said, with a slight grin. “Ha! That’s my girl,” America clapped a hand on your shoulder. “What did he even want dudette?” America then stared down at France. “Well I was just sitting here playing Grand Theft Auto Five, when that freak crawled through the window. He kept repeating something about me being a French territory,” you said. America started laughing very hard. You shook your head out of amusement. Finally France got to his feet. “Come now my little French territory come vith jour Pere,” France said reaching to take your hand. Laughing America lifted France by the collar of his purple cloak. “HAHAHAHAHA!! No.” America said still laughing, an almost sykopathic grin on his face. France let out a whimper. "Now Daddy," you said, "I don't think it's a very a good idea," "But..." America said. "Let me deal with him," you begged. Frances' eyes widened, then he grinned. "What the HELL!! Not like that you perv!!" You slapped his face. "Haha nice one kiddo," America grinned. Then walking over to the window, his smile never falling, America through France out the window.
"Verdamn! Mien head!"
You peered out the window. A certain albino was sitting on the ground, rubbing his head. "What do you want bro?" You called out the window. America popped his head out the window. "Oh, hey Prussia dude," America yelled down to him. "Vhy'd you through that idiot on mien head?" Prussia asked. You shrugged and closed the window. "Ow!" America yelped. You looked over at your dad. You snickered at him, America head was stuck in the window. "And you didn't think your head was full of hot air," you laughed, and opened the window a little further. "Thanks," he muttered, rubbing the side of his head.
-Le Time skip-
“(Nations Name),” a voice said, poking your shoulder. “Hmm,” you raised your head tiredly. “You fell asleep love,” England said standing over you, a smile on his face, “Even slept through your fathers speech,” “Ah, thanks bro,” you mumbled tiredly. England grimaced slightly, “I was really hoping you wouldn’t be so like him,” You shrugged, and stood up. The meeting had now ended. You strolled over to your father who was currently unwrapping a burger. “Hey, Thanks Dad,” you plucked the burger from his grasp. “What the hell?” he stared after you. “Come on old man lets go,” you called over your shoulder. “What?! I’m not that old!” America chased after you.
England watched America run after his daughter. England smiled lovingly. America really was a good dad. (Name) really was a sweet human and a strong country. England knew that one day, and one day soon, (Name) would want her indepence. He hated thinking about America’s heart break. If America felt anything like he did after the American revolution, there would be tears. With a think gulp England pushed that thought in the back of his mind. Only hoping the (Name) would spare her father as much pain as he could.
"I'm sorry Dad," you whispered, "But I'm going home," "Dudette what are you talking about?" America asked. Your (e/c) orbs filling with tears. "I recived my indepence yesterday," you gulped. "That-that's awesome kiddo," America ruffled your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You flung your arms around him. "I'm gunna miss you Dad," you said. "I-I'm going to miss you too, (Name)," America said. He breath was shaky. "You gunna change your name?" he asked. You shook your head. "I'll always be (Name) Jones," tears slipping from your eyes. America just hugged you tighter. "Call me if you ever need anything," he said, "I'll always protect you dudette," You smiled through your tears. "Thank you Dad,"
A few days after that you left for your names. You had a few shaky moments, in which America helped you every time. You and your father where the closest nation. You always had each others backs, no matter what. He turned on you once before. Only once. You didn't know that you'd be fighting America, yet you fought one other. It was painful. Not physically but emotionally. In the end, you surrendered, and stopped fighting. The war was pointless. After your surrender, America forgave you, and you became his ally once more. You never fought against America again. Other nations thought it was a little unsettling how you wouold protect him, against anything. Even if the hyper active American. That wasn't the point though. America was your hero and your Dad. You loved him. That was all that mattered to you.
I'm done with America. I don't really expect the others to be that way. I'm starting Iggy in the morning. Maybe. Finals are starting so I'm studying like crazy. Thank God for anime, I don't know what I'd do without it. Anyway I hope you liked it. I hope it was fluffy enough for you guys.
I don't own Hetalia... sadly, I own the plot, I'm almost 100% sure I don't own you.
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