Sorry for the lack of update but a few days ago was Comic Fiesta so yeah...

CharlieFishxD: Aw, thank you! Yes, little Montague is a little whirlwind

Montague always had happy dreams. She was one of those lucky ones that barely had a care in the world. Most of her dreams were about France or Monaco and also the occasional England and America would show up. This time though, her dream was different.

She was facing a mirror. In that mirror was not the regular slightly chubby little girl with messy blonde hair that she knew. There was a woman in the mirror. She was tall with an almost perfect body, her skin was a beautiful alabaster and her hair was long and a beautiful shiny blonde. Her clothes reminded Montague a little bit of a pirate.

"Hello, who are-"Montague said but the woman's mouth opened at the same time. She raised an eyebrow and the woman did at the same time. "Why are you copying me?" Montague frowned as the woman still mirrored her movements. "Who are you?"

"Montague," a familiar voice called. Montague felt a hand stroking her head. Her eyes slowly opened to a smiling France petting her head. "Good morning, my little one. How was your dream? Très beau, I hope"

France picked up the little sleepy nation. Montague yawned and clung onto her big brother. The sleepiness was still in her eyes and she could barely stay awake. France always thought this was a very cute but he can't waste time. He already had a full day planned for Montague and himself to spend together.

"Why don't I give you a bath now alright, Montague?" France asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Montague yawned and shook her head. "No, France is a big pervert. I want big sissy Seychelles to give me a bath" Her words didn't really sound harsh but it was like a stab to the heart for France. He staggered back in horror and dropped Montague. She yelped and looked up to him with a glare. "Why the bloody hell did you drop me?" she yelled in an almost perfect British accent. That sent France in whirling pool of depression.

There a knock on the door. Montague turned to it and her face beamed. "Big sissy Seychelles!" she squealed, running to her big sister and giving her a big good morning hug. Seychelles giggled and squealed at the cuteness. She picked up Montague and smiled at the jumpy young girl in her arms.

"Are you ready for bath time?" Seychelles asked. Montague nodded and hugged her big sissy Seychelles happily. The both of them went out while ignoring the crying, broken hearted France left in the corner.

Montague was quite happy that morning. Other than France's really weird attitude a few minutes ago, everything was just fine. She was finally able to wear her plaid blue dress shirt and baggy shorts. She doesn't wear shoes usually. Most of them were too girly for her.

"Ew, vegetables," Montague grumbled with a frown. She poked the broccoli and carrots with her fork hatefully. She gathered all the veggies on her plate and pushed them all aside. "There all better!" Montague exclaimed with a grin.

France, Monaco and Canada looked at their baby sister with a look of disbelief. "If you don't eat your vegetables, my little Montague, you will stay elf size for the rest of your life," France sighed. He looked up and his eyes widen with fear at the evil death glare he was receiving from Montague.

But the glare was short lived. Montague's lower lip quivered. Tears were beginning to come out from the corners of her eyes. "Montague, I-I didn't-" Before France could even finish his sentence, Monaco and Canada rushed to the crying little port nation and began cooing to her while completely ignoring their eldest brother.

France frowned and looked away. He couldn't bear to see Montague's sad blue eyes directed at him. He quickly excused himself and excluded himself from the rest of his siblings. He wondered his manor for hours. Thoughts were racing through his mind. Maybe it was a mistake taking in Montague. Maybe it would have been better if the young child had stayed with England instead. Even though France practically hated the English bastard, England had better experience with children than him. In fact when Canada, Monaco and Seychelles were under his care, they were almost teenagers already.

Subconsciously, France had entered his study. He stood in front of the telephone. He felt depressed and empty at the moment. France picked up the phone and dialed in the number. He waited for the beeps. One beep. Two beeps. Why was England taking so long to pick up the phone?

"Hello, this is UK speaking," England answered. His voice sounded a bit slurred. He must be drinking again.

"Bonjour, Britain, this is France and I-" Before France could begin, he was cut in by England's angry yelling.

"You wine bastard! Did you call me just to brag?" England yelled. France winced at his loud voice. He could hear England refilling his glass and taking another big gulp of alcohol. "Just because you're good at taking care of Montague, doesn't mean you have to brag!"

France could barely believe how rude England could speak to him. He almost hung up but then he remembered England's slurred ranting. "Wait! Good at taking care of Montague? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, please!" England scoffed. "Every time she came over, she goes all 'France is a great cook! France is a good person! France is…" As England continued ranting, France's smile grew wider. He knew what England was saying was true because he never lies when he's drunk. "The girl practically adores you," England's voice was in a whisper. "I wish America would do the same for me"

"Well, maybe you should stop feeding him that crap you call English food"

"France, you wine-" France hung up before another earful of a drunken Englishman. France sighed and leaned against a wall with a smile on his face. There was a warm, fluffy feeling in his heart now. He knew now that Montague actually did love him, well…tough love to be exact.

"Big brother!" France looked up. Canada burst through the doors of his study. There was a look of panic on the young boy's face. "It's Montague! She's sick!"

"Take me to her now!"

Montague laid under her covers. Her little body felt so weak. She also felt so cold. Seychelles and Monaco were both by her side while Canada went to fetch France. Her sisters each held one of her tiny little trembling hands with worried expressions on their faces.

"Don't worry, Montague, big brother will be here soon," Monaco whispered softly while stroking the little girl's forehead. She frowned at the burning heat radiating from Montague head.

Montague looked up to both her sisters with apology in her tired blue eyes. She saw how sad and worried Monaco and Seychelles looked and forced a smile on her tiny face. "I think big brother might not like me anymore. I was really mean to him," Montague tried to sound strong but her throat was sore and it hurt every time she spoke.

Seychelles frowned. "No, he does like you. He actually loves you very much," she whispered gently. "We all do," she added loud and clear. She almost smiled at the happy look on Montague's face.

Before Montague could say anything, the doors burst open. The three girls turned to it and were relieved to see their two brothers come in.

"Montague, mon cheri!" France exclaimed before running to Montague's side. He picked up her little body and pulled her into a tight hug. He cradled her while smoothing out the young girl's short blonde hair. "I am so sorry. I should have never left you alone, my sweet little girl," France whispered frantically in Montague's ear. "My little Chevy Cheri"

For next few weeks, France took care of Montague and nurtured her with utmost care. It wasn't long until Montague was well and healthy again. Her health was well enough that she could go outside and have the afternoon with France.

"Big brother," Montague looked up to her older brother. France looked down to her with slight interest. "Back then when you were hugging me, you called me Chevy Cheri. What is it supposed to be?"

France smiled gently and patted Montague's head lightly. "Well, it's your human name. Our people don't know of our existence as countries so we have human names for when we are in public," France explained coolly.

Montague listened attentively. She was amazed. "But how do we grow up, big brother?" Her blue eyes were twinkling with curiosity.

"Well," France breathed out. He pondered his thoughts. How does he explain that in order for countries to grow is through their economical progress? He held his chin, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. "Let's just say, for us countries to grow, we need to get a lot of money," France explained. By the look in Montague's eyes, she understood every word he said.

"Then, I'll be a great exporter!" Montague exclaimed. She jumped up to her feet and looked up to the bright blue sky. A huge smile came up on her face. "I'll grow up to be a strong and independent country just like my big brothers!"

France couldn't help but smile. "Well, first you have to learn how to eat your vegetables of course"

"Sacrebleu!"

Montague's human name, Chevy Cheri: 1) Chav, chavi or chavvy are British variations of a British slang for child. I didn't really like the spelling and Chevy was the closest one I could get to ever liking. 2) Cheri is French for sweetheart or dear. So, Montague's full name is Chevy Cheri-Bonnefoy

Now the reason why I chose those two words for Montague because she was founded by both England and France at the same time. In actuality, the name was for another Hetalia OC of mine way before Montague. When I did some reason later on when the story started, I decided to give the name to Montague.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!