Due to my lack of knowledge on French lullabies, the song used in this was chosen for the tune. If any UNF readers are reading this, I promise to start work on the new chapters of UNF as soon as I get a review for my story Unfortunate Encounters. I feel like nobody liked it because it has no reviews, and that makes me sad. :(
Merry Christmas to you all! I hope you enjoy your holidays, whatever they may be!
France awoke to the sound of crying late in the night. He groaned and forced himself up and out of bed. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before he got to his feet and wrapped a robe around himself. He pushed open his bedroom door and walked down the hall. Another cry was heard and he hurried forward, opening the door of his colony.
"It is alright, my little one, I am here," France called softly.
"Papa!" The small blond child wriggled out of his blankets and reached for the older man as he sat on the edge of the bed. France picked up the small boy and cradled him gently in his arms.
"Now, what is wrong, my little one?" France asked, gently brushing his hand over the child's hair.
"Papa, I had a nightmare. There were these wolves and they were chasing me, and I tried to find you but you weren't anywhere, and Kumajirou was gone too, and I was so scared!" The child pressed his face against France's chest, crying loudly.
"It's okay, my dear, I am here now. Nothing can hurt you while I am here." France rocked the child in his arms until the boy gradually calmed down and stopped crying. He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes.
"Papa, will you sing to me?" he asked quietly. France smiled softly down at the child.
"Of course, my dear." France paused to think of a song that would soothe his child back to sleep and then he started to sing.
"Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu
"Au clair de la lune
Pierrot répondit
Je n'ai pas de plume
Je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine
Je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet"
The boy rubbed his eyes and yawned. France smiled and continued.
"Au clair de la lune
L'aimable Lubin
Frappe chez la brune
Qui répond soudain
Qui frapp' de la sorte
Il dit à son tour
Ouvrez votre porte
Au dieu de l'amour
"Au clair de la lune
On n'y voit qu'un peu
On chercha la plume
On chercha du feu
En cherchant d' la sorte
Je n' sais c' qu'on trouva
Mais je sais qu' la porte
Sur eux se ferma."
France judged by the weight in his arms that his child had fallen back asleep. A gentle smile turned up his lips as he tucked the boy back into bed and lightly kissed his cheeks. He walked to the door and paused to look back at the sleeping form under the blankets.
"Je t'aime, mon ange. Rêver en paix." France silently closed the door and walked back to his own room through the chilly halls, the same smile on his face as he hummed to himself. The child sighed sleepily and smiled.
"Je t'aime aussi, Papa."
