Let me just tell you: Mareep, Flaaffy, and Ampharos are the most adorable Pokémon ever. No exceptions. They are my favourite and I always have an Ampharos in my team when playing the games. (Except that first generation when I owned with Butterfree~)
Besides, who the hell can resist a sheep!Matthew? No one.
Expect more HetaMon.
I don't own Hetalia, Pokemon.
One night when his son was just getting ready to sleep, Francis nudged him and said in a quiet voice, "Trainers are coming tomorrow, Matthew."
Matthew, Francis's one and only son, frowned and glanced sadly at his Papa. He bleated miserably. "I don't want to leave you, Papa," he said.
"I know, dear Matthew, but all Pokémon must sooner or later leave with their Trainer and begin a new life."
"I'll miss you." Matthew nuzzled his Papa's soft fur and curled tight next to him.
"And I'll miss you too, Matthew, but maybe someday we'll see each other again and you will tell me all about your Trainer and the places you've seen. But now, let's enjoy our last night. Good night, son."
"Good night, Papa." Matthew fell asleep very quickly.
"Aww! A Mareep! It's so cute!"
A girl was kneeled down next to Matthew when he woke up the next morning. His Papa was standing just a little ways away, watching the little girl try and play with his son. Matthew looked at the girl with large eyes and bleated softly.
"Oh, it's so cute!" She lost interest soon after, moving on to the baby Azurill next door.
Lots of children came and went as the day dragged on and Matthew was convinced he would get to spend a little bit more time with his Papa until a blond boy with bandages on both his knees and a wide, bright smile came up to him to pet his fleece.
"You're a cutie," the boy said. Matthew bleated just as he did to all the other children.
"You know, Mareep have always been my favorite Pokémon since I was little. Between you and me," the boy said, "the other boys think you guys are girly, but they don't understand electric types like I do."
Francis watched as this last boy talked to his son as he pet him. Something about the boy made his heart warm and he smiled. Walking over, he tapped the boy on his shoulder and plopped down next to his son. He took Matthew on his lap and said, "I think you've found your Trainer, dear Matthew."
"Oh."
"Don't be afraid now, you remember I love you and I always will. But you need to go and have your own adventures, meet new people. You will love it, I promise." With that, he picked up his son and kissed his forehead before handing him to the boy who had been watching as they bleated back and forth to each other.
"Oh," the boy said, taking Matthew in his arms. "Do I have permission?"
Francis nodded, but gave the boy a stern look to make sure he took care of his Matthew.
"Don't worry, Ampharos, I'll take care of Mareep very well. We'll be best friends in no time!" He glanced at Matthew and smiled. "Right?"
Matthew bleated shyly.
"Oh! I forgot! My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. Do you have a name?" He looked at the collar around Matthew's neck. "Matthew. Alright! We'll be best friends soon, right Mattie? And we can visit your dad when we're done!"
Francis nodded approvingly and shooed the boy and his son to the breeder so Alfred could officially adopt Matthew.