New story! Here you go! It's a one-shot of chibi Canada and Papa France! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I no own Hetalia.
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Canada coughed. He was sick. Not really sick, but just a cold. It still made him miserable. He was lying in bed, waiting for France to come up and take his temperature.
"Mon petite Mathieu," France's voice made its way to the younger's ears.
"Papa," Mathieu responded, smiling slightly at the older.
"'Ow do you feel?" France asked, taking a thermometer from the bedside table.
Canada frowned. "I still feel sick. Papa, my head hurts."
France frowned and then smiled kindly. "Do not worry. It will go away soon." He lifted the younger brunette's arm and then put the mercury filled thermometer under it. "Leave it zere. I will be right back wiz some soup."
Canada nodded and France left.
Canada looked at the little stick sticking out of in between his ribcage and his arm. He looked at the door and then at the thermometer.
I'll just look at it for a second.
Quickly, he took the stick and looked at it. He tilted it to one side, but the silver colored liquid stayed in one side. Canada shook it and suddenly, it slipped from his fingers, crashing on the floor. It broke into little pieces, the mercury running wild and the glass pieces small. He gasped.
"Oh no…" Canada slipped out of bed, his feet touching the cold, hard, wooden ground. He squatted and to his surprise, the mercury was in little balls. He smiled slightly and touched one. It rolled. He giggled and pressed his small finger hard on another little mercury ball. It flattened out and then went back into ball. He laughed, loudly.
The small nation kept playing. He was so focused on the mercury balls, that he didn't notice when someone walked into the room until he heard a large crash behind him. Canada whirled around to see France staring at him, wide-eyed, the plate full of soup he'd been holding now on the floor.
"Mathieu!" France exclaimed and grabbed Canada. "What do you zink you are doing?'
Canada stared at his hands that were clean, free of mercury and blushed. "Um… Desolé, Papa. I was just playing."
France stared at him for a second before giving him a large hug. "You scared me. Do not play with mercury. It is dangerous, all right?"
Canada nodded. "You are not mad?"
France smiled and kissed the top of Canada's head. "Non. Now get back in bed so I may clean up ze mercury and soup."
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There you go! Sorry it's short, but it's cute… Anyway, this happened to my mom when she was small and it was just so cute I had to write it! Hope you liked it!
R&R
Signed:
The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg