EDIT: I have changed this document into a place to put all Lars and Landon related one-shots.

It's been a while since I posted a story! This one is all about Luxembourg and the Netherlands~ It has a few headcanons of mine in it... (Not sorry) and is loosely linked with an upcoming story that I hope to begin posting soon...? Anyway! I must warn that Lars takes about possibly triggering circumstances so please read ahead with caution.

Lars watched with bleary eyes as his son scurried to his side. A yawn split the little boy's lips and a worn looking, rabbit patterned blanket clutched in a tight little fist. His pretty little green eyes were teary and a sniffle sounded softly as he looked over at his dad, only crawling up on top of the bed and curling against the warmth of the Dutchman's chest when Lars lifted up the covers for him.

"Landon? What's wrong?" He mumbled softly, internally sighing when the little boy shivered and sobbed quietly. This had been his first night off in weeks, the first night he had been able to go to sleep before the wee morning hours. No matter how exhausted he was though, his son and his lover, who was currently working himself, came first.

He immediately shook off the lingering tendrils of sleep clinging to him when Landon didn't answer and instead just curled into a tight little ball, keeping as close as he possibly could against his dad's chest. With a concerned frown, he encircled the tiny form of the boy in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"You can tell me... What is wrong?" He asked again, gently rubbing his son's back.

"Daddy... Do you love me?" The little one whispered in the saddest, most heartbroken voice Lars had ever heard come from him.

The question caught the man off guard. He was silent for a brief moment as he hugged Landon to him fiercely, a faint shudder taking hold all through his spine. What was he doing wrong as a father to have his son, one of the pair of people that made up his entire world, question if he was loved?

Absolutely crushed, Lars had to look up to fend off the very sudden, harsh pressure of tears in his eyes. How did one even respond to such a terrible question?

"Of course I love you. You are my son and I wouldn't trade you for the world." He responded, voice rasping harshly in his throat as he spoke. He attempted to clear the emotion from his voice with a cough, but there was still a hard, choking lump caught in his throat. Where had Landon gotten the idea he didn't love him?

"Who said I didn't love you?" The man asked quietly, heart shattering in his chest when the small child only began to sob harder. Beginning to panic, he sat up on the bed with Landon lifted up in his arms, forest eyes looking completely devastated.

Landon shook his head and pressed his face into his daddy's chest, refusing to look up at him as he trembled and sobbed in the throes of his utter melt down. When Lars tried to coax him into looking at him, he whimpered and clung that much closer, afraid. He was terrified that if he let go Lars would disappear, but he was afraid to look up too. What if Daddy was angry with him for asking?

"Landon... Please? Who told you I don't love you? I won't be angry... I just want to know." Lars sighed when his little one continued to stay mute with his face pressed against his tear dampened chest. "They were wrong. I love you very much and there is nothing anyone could ever do to change that."

Very, very slowly Landon lifted his head, eyes bright red and puffy as they still streamed with tears. He sniffled and made a quiet, sobbing sound when he met Lars' eyes, but he stopped trembling for the most part as his dad's arms wrapped more tightly around him reassuringly.
"I... I was over... at A-Ausie's h-house..." He began, a tremble to his sniffle disrupted words. "And we were talking... and he said he... Heard Uncle Iggy said..." The tears began to stream heavily down the poor boy's face as he started to work himself up all over again.

"Shhh... Don't cry. It's ok." Lars soothed, rubbing the child's back gently as he curled around him comfortingly, lips pressing softly against the top of his head. When that seemed to do little to calm the once more trembling child in his arms, he began to rock him slowly.
"S-Said that... You never wanted to be a daddy..." Landon whispered almost silently, terrible sobs bubbling past his lips and wracking his entire, skinny, five year old frame.

For a moment, Lars entire being swelled with rage. How dare the damn Englishman tell his kids that! He might never have wanted to be a dad but damn it he was doing his best and he loved his son! The dejection in Landon's eyes quelled his fury as quickly as it had come.

"Landon... I'm going to tell you a story..." He whispered softly, eyes filling with a new kind of pain. He waited until a pair of teary green eyes looked up at him, faintly shining in curiosity.

"There was... A little boy whose mommy loved him... His daddy was a very mean man who liked to hit and hurt his mommy, but she always let him do it to keep the little boy safe. Sometimes mommy would be out of the house until late, and one night she came back saying she was going to have another baby..." He paused to clear his throat as his voice cracked, knowing exactly where the story was heading.

It made the little boy's daddy so mad, he made the mommy very, very sick. Instead of hitting the mommy… the daddy started hitting the little boy, leaving great big black bruises on him, but the little boy never told because his daddy threatened to kill his new baby sister and his mommy... So he grew up for a long time with a daddy who hated him and beat him and a mommy who was very sick and who beat him sometimes too. He didn't let anyone know and he didn't ever let his sister get beaten like he did. When he finally got out of his house with help from someone very special, he promised he would never be a daddy... because he was so scared to be a bad one... He was so scared to become someone so mean and hurtful like his daddy had been, even though his sister and his lover and everyone promised he wouldn't be..." He watched as first comprehension and then horror flooded Landon's face.

"Then there was a day when his sister was all grown up and his lover was back home and they had been together again for a while when two mean looking men came up to his door with the sweetest little boy..." He stopped with a half sob, half laugh as tears slowly streamed down his face.

Landon slowly reached up to catch one of his dad's tears on his finger and held it up to his eyes with a serious looking frown on his little face. He wiped it on the bed and hugged his dad tightly after a moment, silent as he waited to hear the rest of the story, even though he knew what came next after that. He found himself having to comfort his dad instead of the other way around.

Lars shuddered again as he hugged his son fiercely and pressed his cheek to the top of his head as he struggled to regain his voice enough to finish the story.

"He was so afraid to be a daddy... but as soon as that little boy was in his arms... He loved him as fiercely as he lover or his sister... and I will always love you. I love you so much... Don't you ever think differently."

Landon nodded his head and sniffled, eyes dry as he rested his head against Lars' chest. "I love you too, Daddy... and don't worry... you are the best Daddy ever." He promised with a soft yawn, eyes fluttering sleepily now that he calmed back down.

Lars smiled as he sniffled softly himself and laid back down with his son. His heart fluttered in his chest with Landon's word, being called the "best Daddy ever" meaning more to him than almost anything else the boy could ever say.

It was with those words then that son fell asleep in daddy's arms and the two dreamed peacefully together late into the morning, all fears of being unloved or a bad parent erased.