Bracelets Chapter 1: Flags, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

September 11, 2001

7:59

We had a meeting that day in one of the Towers. I brought along Chelsea, my adopted 6 year old mortal daughter, to the meeting since her babysitter was sick. Everyone loved her, she was so adorable after all. Of course, the meeting didn't accomplish anything, but do they ever? What with France groping Britain and Italy going on about pasta.

"Daddy, look what I made!" Chelsea held out a small bracelet of beads coloured like the flag while clutching her little brown teddy bear in her other hand. I smiled as I held it in my palm. She was one of very few humans that knew my secret along with everyone else's.

"Well that's very pretty Chelsea. Why don't you make one for Uncle...Uncle..." I chuckled, pretending not to know my brother's name like I always do.

"Funny America. Very funny." Canada faked a laugh. I kissed Chelsea's forehead before she ran over to him, her chestnut hair trailing behind her. "I did make you one, Uncle Mattie!" She slipped another bracelet from the pocket of her tiny light pink dress (when America adopted her Poland made a point of making her entire wardrobe pink.). This time, the bracelet was red and white, the white parts having a tiny speck that was almost a maple leaf in each one.

Canada beamed. "Thanks! It's very pretty. You ought to go into jewelry making when you get older, eh?." He stiffened slightly as she hugged him, and then wrapped his arm around her. A collective "awww" rose around the room.

Hungary danced over and lifted my girl into her arms. "So this is the little angel I've heard so much about. Oooouuu, America you're gonna have to watch for them boys when she's older 'cause they'll be lining up."

France grinned. "Ohonhonhon, I'll have to ask her out in a few years time." Everyone, especially me, glared. "I was kidding, mon amie."

Switzerland chuckled, surprising even himself, and turned to me. "Don't worry man, I've got a few shotguns I can let you use."

We laughed. I had a feeling I would have to take him up on that.

"Oh! Why thank you!" Hungary held up a bracelet stripped with green, white, and red.

Germany stared at it. "Isn't that the Italian flag?"

Chelsea looked closer at it. "Ooopsie, wrong one!" She took back that bracelet and retrieved a handful of bracelets from her pocket.

After she sorted all the bracelets out, she found the one with the Hungarian flag and gave it to Hungary.

"Oh my gosh thank you this has made my day. Now Austria, why didn't you get me any jewelry like this?" She laughed.

"I was just saving-"

"Yes Austria, you were just saving your money." She rolled her eyes turned to Chelsea. "Whatever you do, don't marry a stingy man." Chelsea giggled.

"Hopefully she won't have to worry about that for a while." I said.

Hungary turned to Japan. "Hey, I wonder if she'll be good with a camera." She winked furiously. I never did figure out what that was supposed to mean, or why Japan gave a few small chuckles at whatever idea had come into his head.

As it turned out, everyone in the room had gotten a bracelet, even a very stunned Russian.

"I...I don't... know what to say. Your little girl is the first child to like me since Ana, da?"

Poland looked at me curiously. "How does she, like, know all of these flags?"

"Dude, she's a nation's daughter." Even so, knowing that many of them was impressive for her age.

Britain was the last one to get one.

"Oh Chelsea, you didn't have to do that. But thank you just the same."

She looked up from tying the bracelet. "You're welcome, Grandpa Iggy!" Every single person in that room barely contained themselves. Britain's face flushed over madly.

"Your face looks like one of Lovi's tomatoes, Grandpa." Everyone lost it at that point and the room roared with laughter. Even Japan made no attempt to recompose himself by that point and Romano had to hold onto Germany to stand while the latter clutched his now hurting stomach.