I was very happy at the amount of responses the first chapter had. Sorry for the wait.
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Do not own Hetalia.
To be a Papa
Chapter 1:
Fairy tale
" The dragon let out a mighty roar, that shook the very ground. He stood in front of the captive princess's tower. Spewing violet flames at a man in shining armor, sword drawn and green shield readied. The princess stood at the window peering down below at them from behind the bars of the window. She saw the beginnings of a gruesome battle, she cried out when she saw the golden dragon being pierced by the knight's blade-"
"Peter," a caring voice and a knock interpreted a little boy who was listening to a book. Getting up the boy walked over to the door, a large thick book was held in his tiny arms tucked underneath his chin and reached to his the top of his knees, and opened it a crack to peer through it. Large blue eyes saw a familiar woman, Miss Liz.
She was a very nice lady. She was there when he had woke up to an empty house. She had told him that she was here to take him care of him, and that they were looking for his daddy. She held him when he cried and fell asleep in her arms smelling like flowers that she wore.
Opening up the door more he saw a man next to her. He was tall, taller than his daddy and had the prettiest purple eyes, he had ever seen. What peter had stared at the most was his hair. This man had the same hair color as him, even if it was long like a girl's.
"Peter," Miss Liz kneeled in front of him and placed her hand on his tiny shoulders, "this is your Uncle Matthew. He's here to take you home, sweetheart. He will taking care of you while I look for you daddy."
Liz watched carefully, she had done her best in wording the news, but each child was different and so were the results of delivering such news. At this age, he did not grasp the possibility of his father disappearance as permanent, but a trip he had taken. He would only be frightened by the new environment but would adjust quickly like he had done here. Judging by the look of awe in his eyes, she had to assume she was right.
Peter was staring up at Matthew in amazement. His large blue eyes had gone starry as he clenched his book tighter. His admiration for the man was put on pause when young Peter realize that Matthew was looking back at him. Peter looked down a blush coating his baby cheeks.
"Hello Peter," Matthew had started off softly , not wanting to frighten the boy, "I am your Uncle Matthew. You can call me Mattie if you want."
Peter had glanced at Miss. Liz who was still knelt before him and back at Matthew. Miss Liz gave him an encouraging smile and he looked up at Matthew for a moment, finding his voice, Peter spoke loudly, "Hello!"
A kind smile graced Matthew's mouth at the enthusiasm his nephew displayed and Peter returned the smile with a giant grin of his own.
Until next time, enjoy.