Monday Story: Je t'amie, Papa
Brought to you by: Jenna (The-Cookie's-Monster)
Pairing/Character: Seychelles/Iceland if you squint. Mostly just about Papa!France and his Matthew and Chelle, and a storm.
A/N: Warning, may cause you to get cavities. Human AU. Matthew is about 7 in this and Chelle is about 5.
"Papa~! Papa~!" The two young children giggled as they ran out of the school and into the waiting arms of their father, who chuckled, hugging them tightly, kissing each of their heads.
"Bonjour, my little ones. How was school today?" Francis asked with a smile, taking each of their hands and beginning to walk towards his restaurant. Matthew sighed, frowning.
"Miss Kat kept calling me Alfred." He said softly, frowning. Francis sighed, frowning, kneeling down to hug him gently.
"Do not be sad, my little one, she cannot see the perfection that is you, Matthew. Do not worry too much. Just kindly correct her." He said, before turning to his younger daughter, "And you, Chelle?" He asked her. She giggled.
"Emil gave me a flower today~!" She sung happily, holding up a wilting, slightly mangled dandelion.
He chuckled, "That's beautiful." He smiled, leading them inside. "Now go sit down and work on what homework you have, alright?" He said, and the two nodded, hurrying to their special table set in the corner. Francis went back into the kitchen, beginning to cook. Once closing rolled around, he hung up his apron, returning to where the two were engaged in a game of tic-tac toe. He ruffled their hair, "Okay you two, time to head back to the house." He smiled.
"Okay!" Chelle giggled, smiling as she was picked up. Francis took Matthew's hand leading him out to the car. He helped them get in and buckle up, driving back to his house as it began to lightly rain. Once home, he got everyone out of the car and into the house, checking the homework quickly, he kissed their foreheads, sending them up to get ready for bed.
The rain had begun to get heavier and he sighed, closing all windows and going up to tuck in the two of them. He yawned, once he finished tucking the two in, he changed, and laid down, falling asleep.
The storm slowly worsened, wind and lightning and thunder all around. Matthew and Chelle whimpered, running into their dad's room, "Papa! Papa!" The called, crawling into bed with him, he yawned, blinking at them as hw woke up.
"It's just a storm, mon lapins… The angels are merely playing a simple game of bowling. No need to be frightened." Francis said softly, holding the close. "Okay? So, do not be frightened, anymore."
"B-But it's loud…" Matthew said quietly, curling closer.
"I know…but if you fall asleep, it will go away." He replied.
"Will you sing to us?"
"Sure…" He cleared his throat, beginning to sing, "Little child, be not afraid
Though rain pounds harshly against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
Little child, be not afraid
Though thunder explodes and lightning flash
Illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight.
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning…" He sung, smiling at the alost sleeping children. "Je t'amie, lapins…"
"Je t'amie, papa…" They said, tiredly, drifting to sleep.
A/N: I am sorry it sucks... T.T