Summary: By some mishap on Tony's new device, America finds a little girl with the most familiar set of green eyes he's ever seen. Shockingly though, she calls him Daddy. USUK.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
"Happy Holidays!"
"It's almost Christmas!"
"Good wishes to you and your family, Mister!"
America was greeted by cheerful voices of his citizens, all hopeful and excited as he walked past them, waving and grinning – the general feeling of the holiday rush getting into him too, but the last greeting felt just a bit lonely for him. He was browsing through the displays of the toy shops – checking out the trains running on the wintry landscape, the dolls with their glittery winter dresses, the teddy bears behind the glass – he stopped at that particular shop and for a few seconds decided whether to push through with what he had just thought or not before thinking, 'Ah screw it,' and entered the particular toy store.
He told the store keeper that he would like to buy the bear on the display, and with a quick arrangement he exited the shop holding a bag with the big brown teddy bear tied with a green ribbon around the neck. America hoped that whoever was on his mind when he bought it would be happy upon receiving the gift. But maybe that was hoping too much.
America's walk home was mixed with the general feeling of happiness and a little bit of melancholy. He kept on seeing families walking together – the father holding onto his son's hand, the mother smiling at them – it was such a wonderful thing to look at. And also a little lonesome.
Sometimes he wished he had someone over in his home during the holidays. Someone to cuddle and pamper during the cold nights, to eat Christmas dinner and to exchange gifts with. America wanted to spoil someone like a daddy usually did to his child – just like how he was spoiled centuries ago.
He looked at his empty house. Tony said he would be spending some time in his planet for a while. America smiled at the thought that his pet would be with his parents during the holiday season. He trudged through the steps and unlocked his door, putting his slightly wet coat on the hook while switching on the lights. He placed the bag on one of the couches in his living room and lighted his fireplace, sighing as the heat started to warm him.
He was lost in his little world of thoughts filled with children's happy grins and green eyes and that certain warm smile directed at him when he heard something from one of the rooms upstairs. The melancholic feeling immediately vanished and was replaced with seriousness and heightened senses. He climbed the stairs swift and discreet, hoping that whoever was inside his room would be too surprised to do any harm.
As he stepped on the second floor, he heard another noise, but this time it sounded vaguely familiar. His mind processing, he then remember what it was – the beeping of the 'toys', the machines Tony usually bring from his planet to tinker and have fun with. Tony was here!
The American suddenly got excited from the notion of spending Christmas with someone, even if that someone was his pet alien. It was better than the mood he was in before. He pushed open the door with a bang, causing his friend to jerk in shock.
Tony was muttering curses, definitely directed at him for being a noisy idiot, but he didn't care. He was just too glad that he wasn't alone for Christmas. He marched towards his alien friend and his newest techy device, and with amazement in his eyes, he went and touched the gadget and accidentally pressed a button, despite Tony's screeching for him to stop.
The machine began to shoot rays of lights before he was knocked out by a powerful blast.
America woke up to a throbbing head and a painful back. He groaned out loud, turning his head to see what had just happened. The room, now he realized was a guest room, was in the same condition as before. The only difference was the thick smoke that seemed to gather in the middle of the room, near the bed. The blue-eyed man coughed as he swatted the smoke away. He then went to the windows, bypassing the middle of the room, to let the smoke out.
"Tony? Tony, you okay there, buddy?" he called out, waiting for the smoke to disperse. No sound was heard. His eyes watered a bit from the smoke. When he rubbed them dry, the room was clear and he could see that nothing was changed or damaged from the blast.
Except for the presence of a tiny, human body in the middle of the room.
Blue eyes widened in shock, and for a second he thought it was one of those Christmas pranks that just happened to the nations whenever Christmas was around. But his heroism prevailed, and he hurried to the small body, noticing that it was a body of a child. With all the gentleness he could muster, America picked the child up, and saw that the child was a girl, and she was alive and breathing.
He sighed in relief, and cradled the girl in his arms. He was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense desire to keep the little girl safe. He looked around for Tony, but his alien friend could not be found nor the machine he was tinkering a while ago. Tony had a knack to disappear whenever he wanted. Maybe he was sulking because America meddled with his machine.
America sat crossed-legged on the floor, leaning against the bottom of the bed. The little girl was sleeping, and she seemed unharmed. His fingers brushed the blonde tresses that fell on her chubby cheeks, and a compelling force made him thumbed over one rosy cheek.
The nation was admiring the girl's hair color. 'It looks just like mine,' he thought in a light-hearted manner. She twitched her nose before blinking her eyes, her curvy lashes long despite her young age. America shifted her, and when she looked up, he was greeted with the most familiar set of green eyes. His breath got caught in his throat.
No way.
No one ever owned those shades of green except for him.
But why was this little girl peering up at him with exactly the same shade of green eyes?
America knew that his claim was true, for he had been looking at those eyes centuries ago but his memory never did fail him. He could clearly see those vivid green eyes filled with love and mirth, and something in him throbbed a bit painfully when he gazed into the girl's deep green eyes.
After the initial shock was over, he swallowed, composing himself, and opened his mouth to ask what the girl was doing in his house. He was beaten to it by the wide grin on the girl's mouth, and squealed, "Daddy!" And clung onto his neck.
Daddy?
Who is she calling a daddy?
"Daddy, Emily missed you so much!" the girl nuzzled on his neck, pressing her face on his shoulder. America's grip on her loosened, and finally, he knew who she was calling Daddy.
What? Emily? Who the heck is Emily?
And since when has America become a dad?
A/N: Merry Christmas! This will be a three-shot fic. Thank you so much for reading!