This is the first in several little one-shots I'm planning on doing. The first, a little game of hide and seek with Rosslyn (Georgia) and Daniel (Ireland). Enjoy!


"Rosslyn, oh, Rossie-lyn," Daniel tip-toed through the beautiful colonial house, attempting to conceal his exact location from the little munchkin he was hunting. His voice carried through the house, echoing, so it would be hard for anyone to tell from just that. It was proving difficult to sneak on his munchkin niece. He blamed England for sending over pickpockets to the colony. Those folk were used to sneaking around and Georgia, being the representative of the colony, got those traits too.

A fluttery laugh came from over his left shoulder. He swiftly turned around to see if the little girl had decided to come out and give herself up already. It appeared not to be so, because he did not see any little strawberry blonde curls near the doorframe leading into the kitchen. But he'd find her soon. She'd already given herself up by letting him know she was nearby.

"Ya' can't escape Uncle Daniel, Ross." He put his hands on his hips – that was not a womanly thing no matter what Wales said – as an air of confidence fell over him.

Another laugh came from behind him now, and he turned once again to see if he could catch sight of the child. Again, she wasn't there. Now he was confused. How was the little munchkin getting past him so fast?

"Rosslyn, where are ya'?" He looked towards the cupboard under the stairs, wondering if it might be there that she was hiding.

"You give up?" The soft, buttery voice of a little girl came spilling forwards.

Daniel smirked as he moved closer to the cupboard. He'd let her think he gave up and then declare himself the winner because she was the one to come out of the cupboard. "Yes, ya' little munchkin, I give up."

He suddenly felt a weight come off his feet, blinked, and then looked down to the smiling child that was his niece. She'd apparently been on his feet the whole time, although when exactly she managed that, Daniel wasn't sure, maybe it was when she cornered him into a closet earlier. That still left the question of the weight though. How could he not feel the added weight and still continue moving as normal?

"I won," the round-faced child piped up, her hands outreached towards Daniel for her reward.

He stared at her for a moment, still wondering how he hadn't felt her weight – maybe he needed to tell Scotland to start feeding her more. With a nod and a dramatic heavy sigh, he admitted defeat, "Yes, Princess Rosslyn, ya' beat me. And here is your reward." He placed a candy in her hand, which was immediately stuffed into her mouth.

Having won her prize, the child proceeded to run upstairs. Daniel presumed she was going to have a tea party with her dolls again. She sure was a girl, his munchkin niece. With a shake of his, he headed to the fireplace to see if they needed more logs yet.