Author's note: Sorry for no updates in awhile! A lot of things happened and I was too busy to write for this fandom. I didn't forget it, but I wasn't feeling the mood to write for it, you know what I mean? I graduated high school and I'll be preparing for college in the next two months, so yay! All that aside, I have introduced an OC into this story. I know some of you may not like OCs, but I promise you this one is not going to be romantic with any of the characters. She's a kid for one. She's the main character of my other story called Through a child's eyes. Damn, I haven't updated that one for months. It's on my to do list!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for minor OCs.

In all honesty, Capone had no idea on how he got stuck babysitting.

He looked down, dark gray eyes meeting with large light brown ones. The girl, Ava Woods, as he'd come to know, looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "So what are we doing tonight?" she asked, crossing her small arms over her chest. "Since you're stuck babysitting."

"Signore aiutami," he grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. It wasn't like he disliked the kid; quite the contrary actually. She was a rambunctious little thing and it was hard to believe that Dr. McPhee was her Uncle. The man was usually so strict and uptight that it was odd to think that the Curator's sister could produce such a child that was so…different from the rest of her family. "So, what do you kids do now days? I imagine that you don't gamble?"

"Daddy won't let me," she replied, rolling her eyes at the thought of her father. "But my older brother Ben taught me."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to have Larry get mad at me for teaching you things that he claims are 'inappropriate for kids.'"

She snorted, following him as he walked away. For a recently turned eleven year old girl, she could walk pretty fast. And she had a bounce in her step which made his heart ache slightly. Sonny had a bounce in his step too. This small girl reminded him so much of the real Al Capone's son.

"Where's Nippy?" she suddenly asked, looking around. "I haven't seen him all night."

"Oh, I'm sure he's around."

"Are you two going out yet?"

He gave her a light swat on the head, which only made her blink once. "Of course not," he scoffed. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because you two are absolutely smitten with each other," she stated sarcastically. "And because you like him. It's totally obvious."

"If French toast heard you say that, he'd probably throw a fit," he smirked at the thought of that. "And he'd probably lock you in the storage room for a while."

She shrugged, her long brown hair flying behind her as she skipped away. "He's too fond of me!" she called back. "Plus, I brought something he'd like."

"And that would be?"

"You'll just have to wait and see!"

He rolled his eyes, not at all sharing her excitement as she raced through the museum. A white box was in her hands , a red ribbon tied around it, and he would admit that he was curious about what was inside it. Probably something sweet. God knows the French General had a sweet tooth. It was a wonder why he didn't have any cavities yet.

Oh, wait. He wasn't actually a living thing, so could he get cavities? Or a better question, could he get fat from all the sweets? He'd have to ask Ahk later.

"Are you coming or not?"

Ava stood at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips. He sighed, wondering how on earth she had this much energy at ten o'clock at night. He blamed sugar. Yeah, sugar sounded like a good scapegoat.

"I'm coming," he grumbled, meeting her at the top. "Hold on a second, would ya?"

"Let's find Nippy!" she grabbed his hand, leading him past the giant moose and caribou that wandered the halls. "Where is he?"

"Well his display is where Louis, Clarke, and Sacajawea are displayed. He might be there," actually, they probably would have moved somewhere else at this point. "Or they might not be."

"Well let's look. We don't have all night."

He led her down the hallway, into the room where the nineteenth century displays were held. Much to the small girl's dismay, Nippy wasn't there. She sighed, but her eyes lit up when a bearded man dressed in silver robes walked into the room. "Ivan!" she called out, throwing her arms around him, and he smirked when the older man cringed. "It's been forever!"

"Hello there, Malen'kaya balerina."

She let go of him, pulling off her back pack and digging through it till she pulled out a tiny silver canister. "I got this for you," she handed it to him. "It's black tea. You told me once you liked strong tea, so I found this one."

Capone didn't know what he founded creepier. Ivan accepting a gift from a little girl or the fact that he smiled. "Spasibo," he patted her head. "I like black tea very much."

"Awesome!" she looked a little too pleased with herself. "Have you seen Nippy?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. He's somewhere near the Ocean World display."

She hugged him again, pulling Capone's ash colored hand and began to drag him. "We have to find him!" she insisted. "We have to!"

It took them five minutes to find the short French man. He was lecturing two of his soldiers in French, both of them looking very guilty about something while Nippy was very much red in the face. He made a quick mental note to ask him about it later. Ava just ran towards him, arms open wide. "Nippy!"

"Quoi?"

He let out oomph as he was almost tackled to the floor by the ridiculously short girl. He grumbled something about his uniform getting wrinkled, but he noticed the short man didn't really mean it. If anything, he looked upon her with affection. Ava smiled, removing his hat. "It's been ages, Nippy," the hat didn't even fit her head and the entire thing engulfed her till he couldn't see past her nose. "The hat doesn't make you taller."

"Give me that," he snatched it from her. "You're as bad as Capone!"

"Hey!"

"And don't call me Nippy!"

Ava just stared at him innocently. "But Capone called you French Toast a half hour ago," she grinned at him evilly. "And maybe you'd like that better."

Shit. Napoleon glared at him, grinding his teeth together as he silently cursed him. Ah well, the short man didn't scare him. All he had to do was make him watch a sappy romance movie and then he'd be crying. As if the girl could read his mind, she grinned. Damn, what was she up to?

"So what's in the box?" he asked, Nippy nodding in agreement. "And how come I didn't get a present?"

She blushed, handing them the box. "It's for both of you," they both raised eyebrows at her, not expecting this. "I've missed you both a lot, and well, people like gifts, right?"

Okay, now he felt kind of flattered. While this girl was mischievous and trouble making at times, she was not a bad kid. She really did miss them and considered him, Nippy, and Ivan as another part of her family. If anything, or anyone, for that matter hurt her, he didn't know what he'd do. Nippy took the box from her, opening it carefully. "Profiteroles," his cheeks turned pink at the site of them. "They're my favorite dessert!"

She beamed. "I know."

The other half of the box was filled with oblong-shaped biscuits covered in chocolate. He picked one up, taking a bite. "Biscotti," he smiled, remembering how his mother would make them sometimes. "One of my favorite snacks."

He ruffled her now messy hair. "Grazi."

"Merci," Nippy kissed her cheek, and she scowled, furiously wiping it away. "It was a very thoughtful gift."

"I just hope you don't get fat from it," he nudged the shorter man. "Else your hat won't fit your head."

"Idiot," Nippy flushed. "We can't get fat!"

"How do you know?"

"We're made of wax!"

Ava just smiled. "Anyway, since Larry is having you babysit me," she rolled her eyes at that. "I brought a movie."

"What kind?" he asked, dread filling in him.

"The Last song."

"Dio aiutami."

As it turned out, the night wasn't actually a bad one.

Many of the museum exhibits came over to watch the movie with them, some looking bored while others were very interested. While he wanted to put a bowl of popcorn over his head, something told him not to. Ava had fallen asleep as he held her and Nippy was now crying silently as the main character, Ronnie, played the song she helped her father write during his final weeks of life. While he still thought this movie was insufferably boring, he did feel a warmth spread through him as Nippy clutched his hand.

Maybe babysitting wasn't as bad as he thought.

Review please! Also, if any of you would like, you can send a kissing prompt. I won't type it right away, but I would like some ideas XD. Also, I keep forgetting to add translations at the bottom. If any of you know the correct ones, feel free to correct me! (Google Translate FTW!)

Malen'kaya ballerina- Russian for little ballerina

Spasibo- Russian for Thank you

Quoi- French for what

Grazi- Italian for Thank you

Merci- French for Thank you

Dio aiutami- Italian for God help me