Please bear in mind that this is told from the POV of a child, hence the repetition and other bad grammar.
I don't know where Papa went. Mama says that he did a brave, brave thing, and that brave, brave thing saved us, but got Papa killed. And getting killed means you don't come back, but one day, we'll go seem him, and we'll stay with him forever and ever, if I wait for the time to come.
Mama also says I never should go outside, because there are bad, bad people out there that might hurt me. She says that when she isn't there, I have to stay in the house and wait for her to come home. She says that if someone comes to the door, I should never answer, I should just go to my room, and hide in a hidden compartment behind a painting of Mama and Papa; a special compartment that my brave, brave Papa built just for me. She says I should hide, and wait for her.
Mama often leaves. She goes to talk to her friends, or run an errand of some sort. And when she gets home, she tells me stories. Sometimes they're about Papa, and the brave, brave things he did, and a bad, bad man called Arthur Kirkland, who was so mean to Mama and Papa.
When she wakes up in the morning, she always makes crêpes. She sings as she cooks, and lets me help her to mix the batter.
I'm often awake before Mama is. She says that I never should wake her, because that is rude. She says I should never start cooking without her, in case something bad might happen. She says I should wait for her to wake up.
I seem to have been waiting for longer than normal today. My tummy's grumbling, and it doesn't normally do that. But Mama said I should wait for her.
It's getting dark now. Mama's still asleep. She said I should never wake her, because that is rude. She said I should wait for her.
It's been a long, long time. My tummy's still grumbling, and it's starting to hurt a little, but Mama said I should wait for her.
Someone's at the door. No one's ever done that. If Mama needs to see someone, she goes to see them. No one has ever come into the house before.
Mama said I should hide in the compartment my brave, brave Papa built, and wait for her. So I do.
I've been in this compartment a long, long time. I've thought about lots and lots of things, from Mama's stories about my brave, brave Papa and bad, bad Arthur Kirkland, to my pretty, pretty Mama, with her cheeks and eyes wrinkled from laughing, the skin of her hands soft and shrivelled from working and cleaning, and her hair turned white with wisdom.
Mama said I should wait for her. So I will wait, forever and ever, because one day, she's going to come get me, and make me crêpes, and we'll go see my brave, brave Papa. I just need to wait.
A/N:
I don't own Hetalia.
This is set in an alternate universe in which France died, and Jeanne D'arc lived, raising Chibi!Canada as her son, but as he was a nation, he couldn't grow up. For this reason, she hid him from society. Then, as she is human, she dies, and Chibi!Canada doesn't understand this, so he keeps waiting for her to wake up, which, of course, she never does.
-Laurel Silver