The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

Telling by the way you already know how to sit up for longer periods of time, laugh, smile, and recognize the people and objects around you, the UN determined that you were about six to seven months old. He observed your movements, finally concluding what age range you currently are at. 

He read bedtime stories to you while you lay in your crib staring up at him until you fell asleep. He also hummed small lullabies, which you had to admit were horrible, but he tried his best.

You still haven't attempted to crawl, but it wasn't anything to worry about because babies learn how to crawl along the floor around the age range of six to ten months old. However, he was worried about your speech, you have yet to say a single word to him or any of the other countries or organizations.

The UN has been on break for a few days now, and he thought that now was the time to go back. He was driving over to the one family he could trust the most to care for you, and that was France and Britain's household. He had thought about taking you to Germany's home, but the Third Reich was also there, and he wasn't the kindest person, but the exact opposite, so that wasn't an option. Russia's place was also out of the question since it's basically always a mess over there. 

France opened the door and smiled brightly as soon as she saw you and the UN.

“Come in! I have everything set up right over there!” She pointed to a crib and a small playpen in the living room. 

The organization entered the house and set you down into the crib. You sat up and stared up at him. He was talking to France and telling her a few things like to do. She said that she had everything under control since she was already experienced with this sort of babysitting stuff.  The UN thanked her and left, kissing you on the forehead and waving goodbye before he left through the door and out into the grass.

“Well,” France turned to you. “what shall we do while your dad is—” 

“Mom! Canada won't give my controller back!” America yelled from upstairs.

The French woman sighed and shook her head in disbelief. She smiled nervously at you then rushed up the stairs to go solve whatever issue her children had.

You sat there alone in the crib, glancing at the objects around you. Nothing seemed of interest to you, so you simply grabbed your cat plush and set it beside you. You also put on your ushanka and played around with the strings hanging from the sides. They were both inside a bag the UN had set into the crib for you.

Britain exited the kitchen and entered the living room seeing you toying with your small hat. He walked up to you and took a sip of his tea as he rested his arms on the sides of the crib. You didn't notice him at first, but after a few moments, you stopped playing and looked up at him. 

“Soviet gave you that hat, right? I will admit, you look quite good in that, but how would you like a tophat?” He turned around and disappeared into a hallway. He returned with a mini tophat he made just for you.

You took it from his hands and put it on top of your head. It slipped and covered your eyes. You smiled and giggled, taking it off. You examined it and played with it.

“Ah, so you like it? You look great, my dear.” Britain said, smiling. He put his cup of tea on the coffee table next to the crib.

France came down the stairs with four boys. She pointed to the couch with one hand on her hip. Just by looking at her body language, you could tell she wasn't happy.

“No video games for any of you today! Instead, you will be helping me with (Y/N)!” She said angrily.

“Oh! The human?” Australia asked excitingly.

“Duh! Who else would it be?” America said.

New Zealand ran up next to the crib. You turned and looked up at him. 

“Dad, did you give them the tophat?” New Zealand noticed that you were wearing one on your head.

Britain nodded. “Yes, I did.”

Canada crouched down and looked into the crib. You turned your head and looked at his hat he had on. You pointed at his hat.

“Huh? What is it?” Canada put his hand on his furry hat. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded.

He took it off his head and gently placed it down in front of you. You grasped it and put it on, but it covered up your whole face. The countries laughed and after a couple seconds, Canada took his hat back.

You raised your hands up at Canada, wanting to be picked up by him. He didn't know what to do at first, looking over at his father to help him. Britain gestured for him to grab you. He said that it was fine.

Canada lifted you up into his arms. You pointed at the playpen and the country bent down, gently putting you onto the carpet. A small white fence circled the playpen to keep you from going anywhere else in the house.

For the rest of the day, you and the boys played in the living room. Britain and France were busy making dinner and cleaning up the house, so they didn't have much time to look after you. With the help of their sons though, everything worked out. You finally learned how to crawl and you got to bond with the boys a little bit. Australia's pets even got along with you after they tried to attack and eat you though. 

A knock on the door disrupted your game of hide and seek. Britain opened the door and it revealed to be the UN waiting there for you. He was here to pick you up. 

France gathered your things and put them back into the bag. She handed it to him. 

You quickly crawled over to the UN, smiling and breathing heavily. You were lifted into his arms. He kissed your cheek and looked at France.

“How did it go?” He asked.

“It went well! The boys loved (Y/N), and as you saw a few seconds ago, they learned to crawl!” 

“Yes,” He said, kissing your forehead. “I am so proud!”

You clapped your hands together. 

“Anyways,” France cupped your cheek, “it's time to go home with your dad, okay?”

“Dada!” You exclaimed.

The UN, Britain, and France gasped while the boys went silent.

“(Y/N) just spoke!” Australia said.