Yeah, I'm doing reader inserts now! This one is based off a dream I had ha ha! I'm more of a USXUK, but this couple was in my dream!
The night was screaming with a storm and black clouds blanketed the sky. A little child's splashing footsteps echo though the sleeping town. A very tired French man, suffering from a headache, locks the door to his once busy office. He pulls his coat closer to shield himself from the rain and slightly tips his hat. Twisting the knob once more making sure it was locked before leaving.
"Hmm…Anymore busy nights like this and it's going to ruin my handsome face," the blonde French man shoves his hands deep in his coat pockets and walks to his nearby house.
You shields your ears from the sudden boom of thunder; you never wanted to be in this situation in the first place. Your mother died and you were left with her father. It would have been fine, that is until your father became a raging alcoholic. The death of your wonderful caring mother caused him to drink heavily; he wasn't really a wonderful father to begin with. His drinking had gotten him into trouble and he became violent. Though his misery and depression he had destroyed the house, hit you a few times, avoided eating causing you to go hungry, and to end it all he took a handgun and fired.
Tears threated to fill your eyes as the event plays over in your head, but you forced them away. You don't know why, but your first thought was to run. You only had a tee shirt and a pair of shorts on, so your feet were bare against the cold wet sidewalks. Cars would pass, but no one would stop to even give the (H/C) girl a glance. Your tiny heart pounded in your chest as another flash of light and a loud bang was heard from the sky. You hoped soon that you would be out of the storm it didn't matter if it was a box, abandon house, under a porch, or anything that you could fit under as long as it wasn't wet.
Francis pushed a button on the pole of the traffic lights and stood to wait for it to turn red. He really wished that he would have took his car to work, but since it was such a nice day he decided to walk. The blue eyed man drifted into the thought of coming home to his sometimes tsundere boyfriend Arthur and cuddling in bed with him. Just the thought of it relaxed his stressed body, but then he felt a pull on his jacket.
You saw a person standing at the traffic lights and figured it would be safer crossing the street with someone than trying it yourself. You've only walked cross with your mom and dad, but you never understood when they could go across. You didn't want the person to notice you, the storm was loud enough to cover your running footpace, but your legs gave up on you and you fell forward. You desperately attempt to grip on the stranger's coat, but you fall on your hands and knees.
Francis turns around and sees no one behind him, then he looks down to see you. He wondered why a little girl was wandering around the city during a storm. You didn't move from your position you didn't cry at all; but seeing your father kill himself, your stomach aching, freezing from the rain, your legs tired from running, and you had no idea what you were going to do anymore. Tears flowed down your face, you had finally broke and crying felt so good. Francis's eyes softened and he picked you up placing you in his coat.
"Hush, now little one. What's a little pretty girl like you walking around alone at this hour?" Francis took off his hat and placed it on your wet (H/C) head.
Your mom would tell you not to talk to strangers, but you were too tired to struggle and run.
"I-I…ran from my house," you hiccup as you lay your head on his chest making his white shirt wet, but Francis didn't care.
"Won't your mommy and daddy be worried about you?" Francis walked when the walk light came on and continue to talk with the small girl in his arms. If he had to take a small detour for the girl he wouldn't mind.
"M-M-Mommy…is with the angels and daddy…shot himself…." You burst into tears and Francis rubbed your back.
"Shh, it's ok petit fille (little girl). I'll take you to my house I'm sure you must be hungry," you only nodded in response and the rest of the way Francis hummed a soft tune that started to make you drowsy, but the thunder prevented you from sleeping.
The Frenchy put you in one arm as he fished for his keys. As soon as he walks into the door a fuming English man paces the living room. Arthur sees Francis enter the house and rushes over to him scolding.
"Francis, where were you?! I was so worried about you! It doesn't take you forty minutes to get home!" Francis smiled and placed you in Arthur's arms. "Eh?"
"I thought we would make us more like a couple if we raised a kid! It's a wonderful idea, no?" Arthur's green eyes locked with your (E/C) eyes and blushed.
"Y-You bloody git! Y-Your pushing t-this relationship too fast! Quit joking with me!"
"Does she look like a joke?" Francis pokes his head out of the kitchen with his shoulder length hair tied back. "Mon amour(my love), would you change her into some clothes." Arthur is about to protest, but Francis was already back into the kitchen.
You look around the couple's house liking that it was way better than your old sad house. There was beautiful paintings, white couches in the living room, glass tables, vases with beautiful arrangement of flowers, a bookcase with different sizes and colors, tile and wooden floors, clean glass windows, and much more. As your eyes suck in sight Arthur glanced uneasily at you before heading upstairs to his bedroom he shared with Francis.
"All right love, take off your clothes." Arthur has raised a kid before, but that was when America was little and before Francis and he got together! Countries grow different than humans, and you were practically dumped on him.
You strip off your wet clothes and hold them out to Arthur. He searches his drawers and pulls out a Union Jack flag tee shirt and puts it on you. Now that you were out of those stinky wet clothes you smiled. Arthur went into the bathroom and came back with a brush and towel. He picked you up and put you on his lap, then he ruffled your (H/L) (H/C) hair. You looked around the room with your eyes as the blonde English man brushed your hair. Arthur slightly smiled and started to softly sing The Grand Duke of York.
"Oh, the grand old Duke of York, He had ten thousand men; He marched them up to the top of the hill, and he marched them down again." You started to feel comfortable and warm. The scene was just right! A mother singing and brushing her child's hair before bed, but it was a guy doing it and there was no way you were going to be hungry. "And when they were up, they were up, and when they were down, they were down, and when they were only half way up, they were neither up nor down."
Francis quietly watched from the door and chuckled making Arthur blush and stop singing. "You sing beautifully mon amour," Francis pushes back his lover's blond hair and places a kiss on his forehead. "Food is ready I'm sure a certain little one is hungry," Francis smiles and your eyes light up and you jump down from Arthur's lap and race to the dining room you saw earlier.
"What did you make?"
"Just quick potatoes salad with oil and herbs," Francis wipes his hands with the towel that was on your head and throws it in the hamper.
"Really, straight French food?" Arthur put a bit of disgust on the French word.
"I cooked a beef wellington yesterday for you. What's so bad about French?" Arthur blushes avoid Francis's eyes.
"N-Nothing," Francis takes the English man's hand and chuckles while bringing him down stairs.
You sat patiently, but your mouth watered at the big bowl of potato salad. It was like it was laughing at you just by sitting on the glass table! Francis smiled at your hungry eyes and grabbed a small bowl to place the food in. He served you, Arthur, and last himself. As he took his seat he looked over at you and you sat looking at the food, this got both of the males worried.
"Aren't you going to eat love?" Arthur raised a brow in question. Francis watched while he ate.
"Oh! Yes, it looks yummy!" right after you stab your fork into a potato slice and pop it into your mouth making a 'mmm' sound.
The countries smiled in relief and you all ate in silence that is until the green eyed man remembered something.
"Francis, why in bloody hell were you so late?" Arthur glared at the blue eyed French man.
"I decided to walk to work since it was so nice out, but it turned to a storm and I ran into…" Francis blink a few times and looked in your direction. He flipping forgot to ask your name!
"Oh god you now turned us into kidnappers," Arthur face palmed and Francis asked for your name.
"My name is (Y/N)!" Francis nodded and introduced himself and Arthur. "Nice to meet you," you giggle and finish your food.
Arthur got up and collected the plates; you rubbed your eyes after that fill of food you had grown tired. Once Arthur washed the dishes he carried you upstairs and tucked you into his bed. He would have put you in Alfred's room, but Arthur is sure it was a disaster. Arthur thought about Mathew's room, but he remembered that Al and Matt were tossing a baseball and busted the window. As soon as you were tucked in you slowly shut your (E/C) eyes and fell fast asleep.
Arthur smiled and walked back down stairs to see Francis waiting for him.
"What was she doing in the rain?" the shaggy blonde asked.
"I'll explain what she told me. I asked her why she was out there alone and that her parents would be worried, but she told me that she ran from home and her mother was with the angels. I'm guessing her father killed himself tonight…" Arthur's expression turned to sorrow.
"Ah, poor love." He slowly looked up toward the stairs. "What do we do then? If we keep her and the cops find out that she is here won't that make us look like we murdered him and took her?"
"Yeah, I does seem that way. I'll phone the police now and see what happens," Francis pulls out his cell and starts to dial, but Arthur stops him suddenly. "Eh?"
"I-If they say we can't let her live h-here…then I want to make sure that she isn't alone in an orphanage…and to find her a good home…" Francis looks at Arthur bewildered.
"Mon amour, are…are you getting attached to (Y/N)?" Arthur rubs the back of his neck, but then gives the French man a serious look.
"Francis, I want her to stay with us." Francis smiles.
"I won't give up until she can. I was hoping you would say that," Arthur's face turns cherry red.
"S-She can…be our love child…" Francis's face now matches Arthur's and he quickly dials the number.
"I would love that…" Francis quickly places a kiss on Iggy's lips. "If we didn't have the little one in our bed I would punish you for making me feel horny."
"W-What you b-blood w-wanker?!" Arthur chokes on his words and Francis winks.