My Precious Child
Summary: Toris always thought he'd be the last person to adopt a baby. Yet he finds himself in an orphanage owned by a friend adopting 5 year old Felicks. And so their life together begins. Lots of side pairings and side families. Features micro-nations.
I love Poland and Lithuania as a couple but I saw a picture and could not resist this.
Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine. I just like to fangirl over the characters.
Toris didn't know why he was here. He was in an office with Elizabeta, an old friend who was babbling on about how glad she was that he was here.
"I just love seeing old friends Toris, especially ones who want to adopt." She gushed, giving him a radiant smile. "Do you want to see the children?"
Toris nodded nervously, twisting his two forefingers together. "That's why I'm here."
"Of course," Elizabeta giggled and got up, twirling a little in her dress. She showed Toris to a door which he could hear shouts coming from.
"Give it back Alfred!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Peter stole my paintbrush!"
"Natalia hit me!"
"Shut up!"
"Felicks is crying again!"
Toris gulped. What had he gotten himself into? They all sounded crazy and annoying and wild. He was sure he couldn't handle them.
"Don't worry dear; it's a smaller room than most orphanages have. There's bound to be arguments." The woman beside him laughed like it was so natural to hear a world war breaking out in the room. "But just you wait for it; they'll shut up in a second."
"Huh?" Toris frowned. What did she mean by that? Was Elizabeta physic?
"EVERYONE BE QUIET!" A strongly accented voice yelled, sending the room into deathly silence.
"That was Vash." Elizabeta answered the question on Toris's face. "He's my friend's husband, he helps out sometimes. He and Roderich adopted their daughter from here -her name's Lilli- and they're thinking of adopting a son. Oh! Maybe whoever you adopt could be friends with their son and you can have playdates! You'll have to keep in touch."
Toris's head spun with the rush of information. He didn't know what to comment on first. He settled on smiling and nodding haplessly whilst Elizabeta knocked on the door.
"Vash, I'm bringing a guest in." She called and then swung the door open. "Hey all! I'm back!"
Toris peered round her as he heard laughing and saw a small and crowded yet cosy room before him. It was about the size of a dining hall, so small in standards and 6 sets bunk beds ran along each side meaning there were 24 beds in total. There were mattresses under 6 of the bunk beds bring the actual total to 30 plus a cot. Toris's eyes scanned the room. There were toys everywhere, scattered around the room in the oddest places. At the far end of the room was a fireplace and a door, perhaps leading to a bathroom or a kitchen. There were a few chairs here and there and a small craft table. Toris then turned his attention to the kids. The oldest appeared to be about 16 or 17, the youngest a baby in the cot. He saw a young boy with long violet plaits, a shy looking boy with crooked glasses and a stuffed bear, a blank girl with a purple ribbon in her hair, a boy clutching a cat and many, many more.
What caught his full attention though was a sad looking boy of about 5 sitting in a chair too tall for him, swinging his legs. He wore an oversized sweater, shorts, black shoes and long socks. His hair was cut in a messy blonde bob and his face was tear streaked. Toris's heart broke upon seeing the boy. He looked like he'd given up on the world and just wanted to be left alone to cry. Before he could say anything, a blonde man approached him, the child with purple plaits toddling after him.
"I'm Vash," he said, his face trying to smile but failing. "Are you looking to adopt?"
"Y-yes," Toris stuttered, quite intimidated by the man despite him being rather short.
"Do you want to be introduced to them all?" Vash asked, ignoring the little boy tugging on his pants.
Toris hesitated at this. He really wanted to adopt the sad blonde boy but what if he was a total brat and was only crying because he'd gotten a timeout. It wouldn't be fair on the other children if he didn't give them a chance first. So he nodded in agreement. He didn't notice Elizabeta slip out; he only focused on the children.
There were the twins, Alfred and Matthew who refused to be separated. Torus didn't think he could handle two kids, especially if one was Alfred who seemed to be on some crazy hyperactive pill.
There was Natalia, a blank looking girl who said she was waiting for 'big brother' or something like that. She obviously didn't want Toris to adopt her.
There was Benjamin and Keith who also wanted to stay together.
There was Peter, a bright boy who enjoyed talking. He ratted on and on about random things whilst Toris smiled politely.
He smiled at the baby called Emil who was being cared for by a stoic boy named Lucas. He chatted to the oldest; an Asian teen named Yao who was almost old enough to leave the orphanage and was determined to adopt some of the children when he did so.
He also talked to the boy with purple plaits who turned out to be called Elias*. He would not leave Vash alone. Toris quite liked the boy but he saw how attached the two were and decided this must be the 'son' Elizabeta had mentioned.
Finally Toris came to the sad blonde boy. He had moved to a bed right now -obviously his- and was sprawled across the covers which Toris noticed was a My Little Pony quilt. Perhaps it was a donation.
The boy was playing with some Barbies, listlessly moving them around and mouthing what they were saying.
"Hello," Toris said as he had said with the other 29 kids and the baby. "I'm Toris,"
The boy looked up and his eyes widened. He then ducked his head shyly and turned bright red. And it was then that Toris knew that he really wanted to adopt his child.
Vash suddenly popped up behind him as if he knew.
"His name is Felicks."
*Elias is what I'm calling Kugelmugel, my favourite micro-nation. He's Austrian and apparently the name is Austrian. Even if it's not, I like it.
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