Hi! Thanks for choosing my fanfiction to read! I got this idea while I was eating lunch and my mind wandered to Hetalia(again), and I thought, They would have some weird kids. Remember, These are not love pairings. Most of them are just paired because the countries are next to each other. That's all.
Enjoy!
Punishment is parenting?
Chapter 1
Part one: Cursing with cuteness!
The countries were in trouble. Their boses were annoyed by their terribleness at being responsible. Some- very few, they agreed- could handle problems well. As punishment they decided to teach them the most important lesson to learn to be responsible. Pairs of countries will learn to be parents.
The pairings, simply because of the closeness in the countries, were as follows; Sweden and Finland, Germany and Prussia, Austria and Hungary, Italy and Romano, Spain and France, China and Japan, Russia and his two sisters, the Baltic states, America and Canada, and Switzerland and Liechtenstein. The single parents are the following; Britain, Poland, Greece and Romania. In the morning, around the time that one of the pair wound awaken and check the post, there would be a young, orphaned human child on the doorstep. This punishment would serve for years, and when the child reaches 8 years of age, the countries could choose to give the child away or keep them until they are old enough for their own lives.
The bosses nodded their heads in agreement, and they visited the nearby orphanage, selecting several young children, all about two years of age. They chose different genders and even children that were, at the time, sick. The plan was to be carried out the next morning.
Part two: Who are these children?
Britain
Sunlight seeped through the white curtains framing the sides of the small window, gracefully flowing to the floor. They belonged to a large house in London, one that was very old, but charming and elegant nonetheless. Britain opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the sudden light. He sat up, sliding his legs over the edge of his soft bed, pushing away the blankets. He stood, toes curling slightly at the cold wooden floor, reset his bed and picked clothes out from the closet. They were his usual, everyday clothes. His hair stayed a mess, and he washed his face before heading down the wide staircase. He made his usual tea, and his usual breakfast. He sighed when the tea was done, and left the kitchen to get the morning post. He opened the door, and he blinked. A little boy, about three or four years old, with dark blonde hair -it was almost brown- and chocolate brown eyes sat on his doorstep in the chilly February weather. His jacket was thin, as was the boy himself. He looked up at Britain innocently, sniffing quietly. A note was attached to his jacket, and it read this:
Britain,
As punishment for being irresponsible, you have to raise this orphaned child. Feed him something that won't eat him first. Have a nice time!
Love, your boss
Britain just stared at the note, cursing his boss over and over again in his mind. He had raised America when he was a kid, but this boy was human. Humans need more attention than countries. His dazed thoughts were awoken when the boy coughed. "Oh! Please come inside!" The boy jumped up and ran into the warm house. "Shoes off please!" He caught the boy before he ran farther than the mat that rested in front of his door. He helped the boy untie his shoes and then put them neatly to the side. Britain stood, and started to walk to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. He paused when a small hand tugged at his hand shyly. Britain turned, bending down closer to the boy and slowly asked, "What's your name?" The boy blinked and looked down, shaking his head. "You don't have one?" The boy nodded at this and Britain was surprised. Who didn't name their child until they were at least three years old? "We'll have to name you then. Does that sound alright?" Britain took the boy's hand and took him to the kitchen. The boy followed happily and nodded. He's not like America in the least, He thought to himself, He's so quiet and he listens to me. This might not be so bad.
Britain stacked a few large books on a chair and sat the boy in it. He could reach the table easily now to eat. Britain set up a small plate of blackened toast and a small cup of tea in front of him. He cleared his throat while the boy was eating, and sat across the table from him. "I think I have a name for you. How would you like to have the name Clyde? Its nice name." Clyde nodded happily and smiled at his new name.
After they had eaten breakfast, Britain and Clyde had a quiet day inside the house. Britain spent most of the day setting up an extra bedroom and showing Clyde around. He had to teach him which rooms he could and couldn't go in. Clyde had nodded and talked a bit, but he mainly followed and understood what he was told. They ate lunch and dinner together, both of which Britain had cooked. When they had finished their meals and the dishes were washed, it was dark outside and time for Clyde to go to sleep. Britain sat in a large armchair with an old fairytale book, and Clyde was pulled onto his lap. Not long after the first tale was close to an ending, Clyde was asleep, curled up in Britains arms. Britain smiled, putting the book aside and carried Clyde up the steps, into a room next to his own. The room was fairly small, but a good size for one person. There was a soft bed against the far east wall, and a dresser on the other. The room was painted a white color and the window had curtains to match. Britain tucked Clyde into bed gently and left the room, shutting off the light with a flick of his finger.
Author notes!
Hello, and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my second fanfiction! I like the name Clyde, and I feel bad for him, since he has to eat Britain's food for his whole childhood. I thought doing pairings and seeing how their kids would turn out would be fun. Even if they're nonromantic (I like some romantic pairings: SuFin, even if its nonromantic in this one. Unless Sweden saying M'wife is romantic?). Next up (each chapter will have two pairings) will probably be America/Canada, Germany/Prussia, Romano/Italy, or Sweden/Finland. I guess i'll surprise you!