Nine years ago Alice Kirkland and Francis Bonneyfoy got in a fight, tearing their family apart. Amelia, now 15, has all she could want and her little brother Matthuie, 9 years old has no idea about their dad. That is until he comes back, now wanting custody . Broken! FACE family. Spamerica, Fem! America x Spain
I don't own Hetalia.
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Daddy, daddy please stop fighting with mommy, daddy please" tears streamed down the six yyear olds face as he pushed her away, shoving her out of the room . She put her against the door to hear the fighting progress. Then suddenly the door sung open as an angry drunkard stumbled out.
"That's right, go you git! I hate you!" Screamed her mother.
"Mommy! Mommy, you don't mean that!" Amelia said, running into the room to hug her mothers leg. Francis stumbled down the stairs with a suitcase of his things, just as he turned the knob to the front door, she realized what was happening
"DADDY! NO, DADDY!" She cried out to him, running to him, only to receive the slam of the front door in the face. Slowly her mother picked her up as Amelia cried into her shoulder.
~9 years later.~
So much had changed. Amelia and her mother, Alice, still lived in the same house, but nothing looked the same. The walls, once yellow, were now blue. The Victorian furniture from 9 years ago was now contemporary. And the six year old had grown to be 15 with a baby brother, 10 years old, Mathieu. She was a freshman now, top of her history class, had gotten in to drill team, and her endearing boyfriend of her craziness, Nikolia.
Thursday night she was doing her dumb-ass homework, which her dumb-ass teacher assigned. Why did she need to do this? Oh well, this could be her undercover work as she perspired to be a hero. In the middle of her work the ring of the doorbell disturbed her. Matt couldn't answer it, being he was at hockey practice. She sighed, then got up and raced to answer the door. "Hello, Kirkland househo-" She stopped short, when she saw who it was. The man she had spent hours getting rid of from her head. The reason she had therapy all elementary school. The reason she had cried herself to sleep at night on multiple occasions. Her father, Francis Bonneyfoy.
"Is zhat you zweet'eart?" He said, with a grin like he had won the lottery as she stood in the doorway, stiff and unmoving. He stood, smiling, titling his head as he waited for her answer.
"Yeah..." A dry voice came. It didn't sound like herown voice though.
"I'm 'ere now for you. I want to be with you for you 'ighschool years. Je t'aime" he said, wrapping her in his arms
"No Francis." She said. "No, you took me out of your life. Now I'm gone." She looked at him with a steely glare
"I'm back for you, I lov-"
"Don't say that."
"but I do-"
"If you loved me you would've been at all the, bring your father to school days. You would've been there when I had scraped my knees. You would've met my boyfriend-"
"You 'ave one? That's great! What's he-"
Her voice steadily rose over his. "You would've seen me go through eighth grade promotion, make it onto drill team, and spend the weekends with me. You do not love me. You left me. Nine years ago."
He stood, staring at her, his eyes pleading for a sign that she loved him.
"Amelia, what's going on?" Alice asked her, from hearing yelling and shouting. Amelia stared, pointedly at her father. Alice slowly looked through the threshold to see her ex-husband.
"How dare you." She spat at him "Get out."
"I am here to see my daughter."
"You will not be seeing any of your kids."
"No, I have Amelia."
"You bloody git, you dont even remember I was pregnant when you left me" she growled at him
"I 'ave another? That's terrific!"
"No Bonneyfoy. You are not seeing them."
"Alice, I will go to court to get them back if you dont-"
"Do it. I dare you, frog. Leave. Now. You are not welcome here." With that, he turned on his heel without another word. Alice slammed the door closed, and then took Amilia in her arms, just as she had done nine years ago.
"Its okay, you're going to be fine." She said, trying to comfort her daughter. "Its okay…"
