Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Toujours ~ Child!Canada X Child!Reader X Papa!France

Warning: Nothing bad. The text will be in English, BUT, all the dialogue will be in French. So, if you are do not have basic knowledge of the language or are not fluent, get them translators ready!
If you hate Google translate as much as I do, tell me and I will send you the translations!

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Francis cradled his youngest child in his arms, rocking them slowly while singing a low French lullaby. Although he was an immortal country and he had many children just like him, the child in his arms was a human... and mortal.

"Papa?" A small blonde boy tugged on his papa's tunic. "Dors t'elle?"

Francis looked down at his son, Matthew. His violet eyes watched his sibling with affection. "Oui, elle dors." Francis whispered. "Veut tu venir avec moi pour la mettre au lit?"

Matthew nodded silently and padded after his father down the hall towards his baby sister's room. Francis hadn't yet told him she was mortal. Matthew's small fists wrapped around the wooden bars of his sister's crib and Francis laid her down gently.

Francis scooped Matthew up and carried him out of the room, closing the door behind him quietly. "C'est sa fête demain, non?" Matthew whispered, playing with his father's silky hair.

"On dis anniversaire, Mathieu." Francis scolded half heartedly. Matthew was already developing his own version of the French language. Matthew spun a lock of Francis' golden hair around his finger and Francis entered Matthew's room. "Oui. Elle aura un an." He said, laying Matthew down in his bed and tucking the blankets around his precious child's chin.

Matthew puckers his little lips for a kiss. Francis chuckles softly and leans down, dropping a tender kiss on his son's forehead. "Bonne nuit, mon amour."

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"Viens, ma chérie." Francis held his hand out towards (Y/n). The little girl toddled up behind him and slipped her hand into Francis' large one. Matthew came from the other side and took his sister's other hand. He puffed his chest out and straightened his shoulders so he would be taller than (Y/n). She was catching up to him pretty quickly size wise and Matthew didn't understand why.

He still didn't know (Y/n) was mortal and neither did she. "Que fait tu?" She asks Matthew in a small voice. He was walking on his tippy toes now, his chin raised.

"J'veux être plus grand que toi." Matthew explained, watching (Y/n) from the corner of his eye. "Je suis plus vieux que toi, alors c'est moi qui deverais être le plus grand."

(Y/n) blinked, not quite believing that the brother who never grew was older than her. He looked the same age as her. She turned her attention back to Francis. "Où va t'on?" She asked.

"Visiter ton autre frère et son père." Francis said. "Ils ne parlent pas beaucoup de français, alors tu deveras utiliser l'anglais dont je t'ais enseigner."

(Y/n) nodded uncertainly. She never used English... only in emergencies. They approached a large house and almost as soon as Francis made the first knock, the front door swung open revealing an exact replica of Matthew, except with short hair and blue eyes. He also looked like he'd drunk a pint of caffeine. "Bon-jour!" The boy cried in butchered French.

"Non!" Matthew let go of (Y/n)'s hand and placed his on his hips. "That's not how you say it!" Matthew scolded in perfect English.

"C'mon!" The twin rolled his eyes and grabbed Matthew's collar, dragging him past (Y/n) and Francis and into the lush garden. (Y/n) watched her brother disappear, feeling slightly worried.