Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Eight

Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part eight.

Note: Thank you for your ideas in Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Seven; they were really good! Now, I hope you will, as usual, enjoy! ☺

~*Your POV*~

When you woke up from your dreary slumber, you frowned when you noticed your Vati wasn’t there. Again. You sighed softly, sitting up in the bed with a stifled yawn. You stretched your tiny arms over your head, thinking, Is Vati downstairs? Or is he outside? You then shrugged to yourself, before climbing out of the warm, massive bed, and onto the cold wooden floor. You grunted as you pulled the heavy sheets into place, before you decided to go out of Vati’s room, and down the stairs. You needed to know where he was, since he didn’t tell you last night.

As you neared the bottom of the stairs, the sweet aroma of pancakes wafted into your nostrils, making you drool out of yearning. You quickened your pace down the wooden steps, licking your lips with a smile. Pancakes! Vati must be making them! You bolted into the kitchen, saying, “Vati!” but immediately froze up at the sight. You looked at the figure nervously, pulling the hem of the shirt with your tiny (s/c) fists.  A blush formed on your cheeks, making you embarrassed for your outburst.

“…Guten Tag, Frau. Ze awesome me is making awesome pancakes! Kesesee~!”

You nodded softly, feeling your lips form the shape of an ‘o’. You were slightly embarrassed, since you had mistaken Okel Prussia for Vati. Prussia smirked down at you; flicking his eyes to the barstool across from him, “Sit there, Frau. I vill give you your awesome breakfast shortly…Kesesese~! I have to tell France and Spain about this~!” You nodded softly, scurrying over to the black, leather barstool, and sat on it with a couple attempts. You didn’t hear the last part of what Prussia said, since he had mumbled it.

You waited for the pancakes to be ready, and, asked nervously, “Onkel…Onkel Prussia? Where’s Vatti?” You watched as Prussia muscles tensed up, his grip on the frying pan looked deadly. He turned his pale face to you, his deep red eyes looking into your (e/c) ones.

“…Germany? He’s doing some un-awesome shopping. He said something about, ‘no more shirts’…” You scowled at this, but nodded nonetheless. You didn’t quite understand Prussia’s translation of the situation, but from the sound of it, he must’ve been out to get clothes.

You swung your legs slowly as you sat on the bar stool, leaning onto the counter watching Prussia with a curious expression, “Onkel?”

“Ja, vat is it, (f/n)?”
You shrugged your small shoulders, before asking, “When do you think Vati and I will be going to the…the ‘World Meeting’ he talked about?”

The Prussian shrugged, reaching up to the cabinets to get two plates. He brought the, down swiftly, before adorning them with a pancake. He turned the burner off, putting the pan in the sink, and the leftover batter in the refrigerator, “I don’t know…I guess around noon-ish. It’s about nine right now, so…ja.” You sighed and nodded quietly, watching as he placed a fork, knife, and the plate with a pancake in front of you.

He watched as you stared at the untouched pancake and looked back up to him, “Onkel? Can you cut my pancake?”

He huffed, nodding, and gave you a faint smile, “Sure thing, Frau,” he mumbled, getting your fork and knife as he started to cut the pancake up into small pieces. He later doused the pancake in a light layer of syrup, after he poured a glass of milk for you. Once done, the Prussian stepped back, folding his arms, “Is zat better, Frau?”

You nodded, smiling happily, “Danke!” you told him, starting to eat the cut up pancake with a hungered look. Prussia nodded, and grabbed his plate. He, too, began to eat his, watching you while he ate. After the two of you were done with your breakfast, he placed the utensils in the dishwasher, and sat on the counter, looking down at you. You looked up at him, clasping your (s/c) hands together nervously. Prussia looked at you for another minute, before asking, “Anyzing you vant to ask about ze Vorld Meetings?”

You shrugged meekly, keeping your gaze up at your Onkel. You never really had much time to think about these “World Meetings”. But, it really did sound interesting. What will it be like? You thought, before a smile touched your lips. You looked your Onkel in the eyes, asking quietly, “What are they like, Onkel? Will France, Japan, Spain, and Italy be there?” You watched his face soften, before it hardened once more, and turned away from your gaze.

He cleared his throat, before speaking up slowly, “Zey….Zey are interesting, little Frau. Zey are usually about trades, economy, and other things…some countries don’t really have…erm….nice zings to say,” he replied, chuckling sadly at the last part.

You nodded softly, and as the little child you were, asked, “Why don’t you go to them, Onkel?”

Prussia took a deep breath in, keeping his face away from your view, “I just don’t, okay? I don’t because…. because I have a break off. Ja, a break off!” You nodded, actually believing his response. You then smiled, hugging his arm. He sighed, using his other hand to pat your head slowly.

After a couple minutes, you heard the jingling of the door unlocking, followed by a recognizable voice saying, “(f/n) ,I am ho-“ You let go of Prussia’s arm, and bolted to Germany, before hugging his leg.

You then shouted, with a happy squeal, “Vati! You’re back!” Germany blushed softly, placing a white plastic bag next to the door, and picked you up. You laughed as he raised you to his eye level, his bright blue eyes looking at you warmly.

He smiled at you, saying, “Ja, I am back. I got some clothes for you…so…If you vant to try them on now…”

You hugged him around the neck, nodding encouragingly, “Ja! Can I, Vati? What did you get?” He chuckled at your excited tone as he bent down to pick up the plastic bag  containing your clothes. He then stood back up, propped you on his hip, and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He sat you on the bed, and pulled out sets of clothing from the bag. Most of the clothes were either dresses or skirts, with shirts and the added assortment of jackets. He had also bought a few pairs of shoes and sandals. You looked at the items with a sparkle in your eyes. This was the most you have ever gotten in your life. You gasped at the array of clothing, looking at the tall German with shock, “They…They are all mine..?”

Germany nodded with a chuckle, watching you with a smile, “Of course, Kleine. Zey aren’t for Prussia, now are they?” You giggled at his response, trying to imagine your Onkel in one of the (f/c) dresses. You made a disgusted expression, shaking your head at the thought. You weren’t too happy with your imagination at the moment.

Germany smiled as he watched you, and asked quietly, “Do you like zem, (f/n)…?”

You looked up from one of the dark blue, white bowed dresses, nodding with a smile, “I love them Vati! This is the most I have ever gotten!” You hugged the said dress tightly, smiling as your cheek rubbed against the soft fabric. You looked back at Germany, who appeared more relieved at your satisfied answer.

He nodded, and then said, as he walked to the door, “I vill be vaiting downstairs vith Prussia. So, once you’re done, I vill help you pack. Okay, (f/n)?” You nodded, watching as the German closed the door, and disappear. You pulled out some more clothes, marveling at their appearance and texture. You couldn’t believe how generous Vati was! With the clothes around you, you decided to change into something different. You now didn’t want to wear the shirt that Germany gave you, but instead, one of the dresses.

Once you finished changing, you patted down the dark blue fabric, while you looked down at the white sandals you decided to wear. You then skipped to the door, opened it, and walked down the stairs with a shy smile. Your (e/c) eyes looked around, before spotting Germany and Prussia, who were seated on the couch quietly. You bounded over to Germany, giggling softly, “Vati! I like the dresses you got!” as you hugged him. He tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed, pulling you onto his lap. You smiled up at him and then to Prussia.

Prussia managed a smile back, saying, “You are a niedlich Frau, but you vill never be as awesome as me! Kesesese~!”

You laughed, smiling happily, before turning your head up to Germany, “Vati, what do you think?” You watched as the German’s face grew pink while he let out a nervous cough.

“M-me? I zink…. I zink zat you look very pretty, (f/n). I am glad zat you like them,” he smiled, while you also smiled.

You hugged him, then said, “Ich liebe dich, Vati!”

He smiled, nodding again,  “Ja, I love you too, mein kleine.” He then stood up, placing you on the ground. You also stood, while he said, “Now, we must get you packed. Come on,” he said, walking up the stairs. You followed him, before you held onto his hand, looking up to the man with a warm smile. The two of you walked into his room, and neatly packed all the new clothing into a small black luggage, which had a dog tag attached to it.

You looked at the dog tag, frowning, as your little mind tried to interpret the inscription on the metal, “…Vati, who’s L-Ludvig…?”

You glanced up at Germany, who coughed softly, “Niemand, (f/n).” You nodded reluctantly as you followed him, while he carried the luggage out of the room, and down the stairs. You watched him as he placed the luggage at the door, beside a camouflaged duffle bag. He sighed, straightening his blue uniform, and pulled the duffle bag over his shoulder. He put your little luggage in his other hand, opened the door, and said to Prussia, “If you invite anyone over vile (f/n) and I are gone, you vill regret it.”

Prussia nodded, smiling slyly, “Ze awesome me never gets in trouble! I’m too awesome to do something so stupid!”

You smiled and waved at Prussia, “Bye, Onkel Prussia!” you told him, as you followed Germany outside and to his grey Mercedes. You stood a foot away from the car, looking rather astonished.

Germany was putting the luggage in the trunk of the car, glancing towards your direction, “Is somezing vrong, (f/n)?” he asked, closing the trunk with a whumph. You shook your head, adjusting the dress. You looked up at him while he opened the car’s door, placing you behind his seat.

He helped you buckle up, closed the door, before he himself got into the driver’s seat. Once there, he turned the car on, buckled himself in, and drove out of the driveway. He drove away from the street that you now lived on, and you couldn’t help but turn around and watch the familiar house blend in with the background, before it went out of site.  

He drove for what seemed like half an hour, before arriving at an airport. You watched as dozens of people stood on the side of the road, waiting, while others crammed to get inside the monstrous building. Your small, (e/c) eyes grew wide at the sight, before they darted over to Germany. You swallowed nervously, “V-Vati… Where are we?”

He parked the car in the parking lot, and turned around in his seat to face you, “Ve are at ze airport, (f/n). You don’t need to vorry; I vill be vith you the whole time, ja?” You nodded softly, while he smiled, unbuckled his seatbelt, and went to open your door. Once you got out, you held onto his arm for dear life. You didn’t want to let go; out of fear you’d get lost.

He sighed as you held onto him. He patted your head while he opened the trunk with one arms, pulling out the luggage. He closed the trunk, locked the car, and pulled his duffle bag over his shoulder, while he used the same hand to drag along your rolling suitcase. You held his only free hand, looking down as you two made your way to the looming airport.

Upon reaching the doors, Germany showed the security his I.D, and one of the guards motioned for you and him to follow. You both walked behind the rather nervous security guard, who led both of you out onto the tarmac of the airport. A jet was visible from where you both now stood, and watched as it slowly pulled up to you two. The jet then stopped twenty feet away from you two, while two tarmac crewmen pushed a stairway next to the door of the jet. The door then opened, and the security guard nodded both of you towards the plane, before walking back inside the airport.

You looked up at Germany, swallowing nervously. He smiled down at you, saying, “It’s okay, (f/n). It isn’t scary, so don’t vorry,” with a persuasive tone.

You nodded, mumbling, “Okay, Vati..” with a feeble voice. He passed the flight attendant his duffle bag, along with your small luggage. After the flight attendant went in the plane with both of your belongings, Germany walked up the stairs, leading you like a small lamb. He then ducked as he came into the jet, walking to the back, before sitting down on a cream-leathered chair. You sat beside him, looking around at the tan walls of the plane, quite surprised. He picked you up, and put you in the seat to his right; where you got a window view.

He then buckled you in, smiling softly,  “Ven ve take off, it vill be a sight to look out of the vindow. I think you vill like it, (f/n).”

You nodded, as you took your eyes off of the window and to Germany. You smiled at him,  “Is it fun flying, Vati?” You asked, trying to pass the time nervously. He nodded. But, as he was about to respond, the flight attendant closed the door of the plane, before proceeding to review the airplane’s guidelines and emergency pamphlet. You reached out to Germany’s big hand, and held onto his thumb tightly. He glanced at you, smiling softly, before looking at the flight attendant with his usual serious demeanor.  Once the flight attendant finished, and welcomed you two aboard, she sat down, while the pilot spoke.

You listened curiously to the crackling of the speakers, and the pilot’s low tone, as he announced the weather and wind speeds, along with the time for the flight. Once the crackle on the speakers signaled the end of his announcement, the plane slowly began to move. You whimpered softly, gripping Germany’s thumb even tighter. He decided to wrapped his hand around your tiny (s/c) one, and gently squeeze your hand. He kissed your cheek, saying in a soothing, tone, “Sh…Sh…Nothing is vrong, (f/n), I am right here. Nothing bad vill happen, the plane is only getting ready to take off, okay?(f/n),” he said, squeezing your hand lightly to get your attention. You turned your head to him, tears already streaming down your petrified face. He stared into your (e/c) eyes, saying, “I vant you to count to three. Can you do zat? I vill count vith you, if you vant me too.” You nodded at his offer, while your lower lip quavered.

“O-One….” You began nervously, sniffling faintly.

“Two,” Germany said with a soft tone.

“….three,” you whispered, while Germany said to you. He squeezed your hand comfortingly, while the plane sped up quickly, already going into the sky. You looked from Germany and the window, unable to interpret what had happened.

You looked into Germany’s eyes, watching as he reached a finger out to wipe your tears from your cheeks, “Ve are already flying, (f/n). You did a good job. I am proud of you, (f/n),” he praised to you, while kissing your forehead. You giggled softly despite yourself, and held onto his hand, nodding. You slowly turned your head to the window, watching as the houses and trees became specks in your view, while the clouds danced under the plane like the foamy waves in the ocean.

After an hour or two, you grew tired. You yawned feebly, closing your eyes as your head rested against Germany’s broad shoulder. You slowly relaxed, drifting to sleep peacefully.

~*Time Skip*~

~*Your POV*~

When you woke up, you were being carried by Germany out of the plane, and to a black Acura. Germany looked down at you, noticing that you were awake. You looked up to him, yawning, “Vati….I’m hungry,” you said to him tiredly, while he smiled. He kissed your cheek, giving the luggage to the chauffeur, who put the camouflage duffle bag and black luggage in the back of the car.

Germany looked down at you, carefully placing you in the back seat, “Ja, ve vill get breakfast once ve get to ze hotel.” He closed the door gently, and then sat in the front’s passenger’s seat, beside the chauffeur.

The chauffeur looked back at you, then to Germany, and asked him in broken German, “That your kid?”

Germany sighed, looked at the man seriously, “Ja, anyzing vrong vith zat?” The chauffeur quickly shook his head, quietly starting the car, and steering the vehicle onto the public road. You watched as the dark sky slowly grew brighter; the sun was just rising.

You turned your head to Germany’s direction, “Vati, what time is it? Where are we?”

He nodded quietly, responding simply, “It is five in ze morning. Ve are in Tokyo, Japan, (f/n).”

After a long drive to the hotel, Germany assisted you out of the car while the chauffeur took care of your bags. Germany let you hold his hand while he led you and chauffeur inside the grand hotel, and to your room. Once opening the door, you gasped at what you saw.

The room had wine red walls, with regal cream carpet, along with golden sheets. A black couch was neatly placed in the corner of the room, which had an oak coffee table propped beside it, with a cream lap on top. Not too far from the couch sat a t.v., which had been embedded into a stand. You looked around, while the chauffeur placed the bags on the floor, bowed to you and Germany, and then left. Germany closed the door, and you then ran to him, “Vati! It’s beautiful in here!” You called to him, hugging his leg. He patted your head with a chuckle, walking with you on his leg to the curtains. He opened the curtains all the way, which exposed the room to a warm ounce of sunlight. Purple, orange, and pink mixed in with the skyline, as the sun slowly rose above the horizon.

You looked out the glass doors, slowly seeing an outdoor pool. You looked up to Germany, about to say something, but your stomach growled loudly in protest. You blushed as Germany smiled, saying to you, “How about some breakfast?”

The two of you decided to go to a nearby sushi house, where you had gotten a crunchy shrimp roll, to share with Germany. You ate the seafood with a smile, saying, “Vati, this is really good! Especially the rice!” He nodded at you, drinking some water. He had a little, but he didn’t really add any input on the seafood. But, from what you could tell, he obviously preferred wurst over sushi.

When you finished eating, Germany paid the bill, and then you two made your way to the World Meeting. You spent a while hanging around the sushi restaurant, taking two hours. By the time you two left the sushi restaurant, it was already 7:30.

Germany sighed as he drove along the crowded roads, remaining quiet with an angry expression displayed on his face. You stayed silent, knowing what an angry German could do. Or, rather, what an Angry German could say.

By the process of the traffic, you two spent roughly four hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic, before the messy traffic jam slowly began to clear. It was now 11:30. Once the traffic cleared, Germany drove straight to the designated place for the World Meeting. He parked in the parking lot, opened your door, and walked with you to the looming oak door. You held his hand, occasionally patting down your dark blue dress, while your white sandal-clad feet quickly walked next to the German’s fast pace. He looked down at you, slowing his pace with an apologetic smile. You smiled back while gripping his hand, looking at the doors in front of you two. You swallowed hard, hearing him say, “Don’t vorry, (f/n). I vill be right vith you.”

This time, though, as Germany opened the doors, his words didn’t help. They only made you anxious, your hands already becoming sweaty. Germany walked inside the building with you by his side, and then to another set of doors. You looked up at Germany, already hearing louds voices coming out of the doors. He sighed, opening these doors with a look of dread. As he opened them, your ears were bombarded with an array of loud noises, causing you to cringe. Germany walked with you impatiently to his seat. As you walked with him, you were quickly grasped around the hips, and lifted up by an unfamiliar man. You whimpered, staring down at him with your wide (e/c) eyes. This man smiled, and said, “Hey, Germany! Who’s the cute dudette?”

The room grew silent quickly at the man’s outburst, and you could feel many pairs of eyes looking in your direction. You looked at him, blushing, while Germany whirled his head around to face you, his face red in anger, “America! Put (f/n) down this instant!” The man called America, by your quick recognition, wore a brown leather jacket, glasses, and a tan military outfit underneath. He had blue eyes, along with blond hair, which had a cowlick at the side. You then looked at his blue eyes, blushing.

The man, America, asked you with a smirk, “What’s you name, cutie?”

At this, you responded with a nervous voice, “(f-f/n),” with a soft squeak at the end. You looked at America, whose eyes grew wide with a slow smile.

He then yelled, bringing you close in a tight hug, “Oh my god, Germany! (f/n)’s a really cute dudette!!!”

You felt yourself get taken away from America by another set of arms, which held you at arm’s length. This man, though, had a green uniform on. He had green eyes, black, bushy eyebrows, as well as a messy head of blonde hair. This man glared at America, saying, “You’re scaring her, you git! You don’t yell at a child like that!” before turning to you. His eyes softened, while he offered a smile, “My name is England, love. So you are (f/n), correct?” You nodded weakly, feeling slightly better in his presence. England then placed you down on the ground, while you looked at all the men who crowded around you. Many of them smiled, squealed, or even babbled to you with a grin.

“She’s so cute-aru!”

“Ve~! It’s-a the bambina, (f/n)! Ve~!”

“Hononon~ Ze petite fleur, (f/n), is back! Hononon~!”

You felt overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar faces, so you decided to run under one of their legs, and out of the crowd of people. You sniffled, running to the other side of the room, before bumping into a large pair of legs. You fell onto your rump with a muffled squeal, looking up at the person with watery eyes. This man didn’t seem like the others. He had a beige coat on, along with a light pink scarf, and black boots. He had creamy colored hair, along with purple eyes. You sniffled, stood up, and hugged his leg, before hiding behind him. The crowd of people spotted you behind this man, and immediately froze up.

One of them that you recognized, America, said with a stutter, “D-Dudette, you should probably run away from Russia while you c-can…” You looked from America, to the tensed up man, named Russia, with confusion. You then shook your head at America, sniffling, as you stilled hugged Russia’s leg. Russia froze, but soon relaxed, before picking you up, and looking at you with a childish smile.

He smiled at you sweetly, asking, “What’s your name, sunflower?”

Russia seemed much nicer than the others, so you responded with a faint smile, “(f-f/n).”

The man smiled, nodding at you, “(f/n), da? That’s a nice name, sunflower.” You nodded with a smile, and hugged him around the neck. Everyone, including your Vati, froze at this action. The air grew silent, while everyone gaped at you. Russia tensed up a bit, but hugged you in return, saying, “You are a cute sunflower, da.” Russia then went back to his seat with you in his arms, and sat down with you now in his lap. You smiled, looking at the others in confusion.

“Vati, Russia’s really nice!” You said to Germany, who managed a weak smile.

He nodded curtly, coughing nervously, “J-Ja, Russia…Russia is nice. Now, let’s get the meeting started!” Germany yelled out, as the others quickly made their ways to their designated seats. You still sat on Russia’s lap, hugging his arm with a smile. He used his one of his hands to stroke your head, his fingers going through your (h/c) (h/l) hair.

He smiled, saying, “You have nice hair, da.”

You giggled, nodding softly at his comment, and watched the meeting unfold.

~*Time Skip*~

~*Your POV*~


The meeting was now over, and you started to wave to everyone farewell. You hugged Russia goodbye, and walked with Germany out to the parking lot. You skipped alongside the nervous German, saying happily, “Everyone’s really nice in there! Especially Russia, Vati!” Germany nodded softly, opening the door for you to get in. You got in, and had Germany assist you with the seatbelt. He then drove you back to the hotel, where it was already time for dinner.

You two decided to have some more sushi for dinner, and then walked to the car. Germany buckled you in, before sighing. You frowned, “What’s wrong, Vati?”

He shook his head, saying, “I forgot ze hotel key. I vill go get it, okay (f/n)? Stay in ze car.” You nodded as he walked back into the restaurant. You sat in the car, looking at your hands. You heard the car door open, and, keeping your eyes on your hands, asked softly, “Did you find the keys, Vati?”

“No, but I found you, sugar,” replied a male voice, with a growl. You gasped, looking up. But, it was too late. Your mouth was covered with a wet white rag, inhaling through the fabric had made you rather sleepy. You tried to stay awake, but sleep prevailed, already forcing your eyes to close. Before you fully went to sleep, though, a voice cooed sinisterly to you, “Sweet dreams, (f/n). You’ll need them.”

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