Figure Skating - France x Child!Reader

Skating Classes

 You stood there in your room pouting as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your (h/c) hair was (hairstyle) and you wore an elegant (2nd f/c) figure skater's outfit with (f/c) sparkles and sequences that fit you perfectly. You glanced around your room then at your bed seeing the clothes you were going to wear, your favorite jeans and (f/c) shirt. In truth, you weren't to fond of going ice skating. You preferred baseball and ice hockey thanks to your two brothers, Matthew and Alfred. You were snapped out of your thoughts as a strong French accent called from downstairs "Mon petit fleur! Are you ready?"

You replied back to the voice as you grabbed your (favorite stuffed animal) "Oui Papa".

You ran out of your room and to the top of the stairs, that's when you saw your papa. He looked no older than twenty-six years old but you knew he was much older. His golden hair that would usually brush against his shoulders was tied back with a blue/purple ribbon. His sapphire eyes looked into your (e/c) ones, a smile forming on his face as he watched you hop down the stairs to him.

Once on the last step, he picked you up and spun you once "Oh mon petit fleur! You look incroyable!"

You couldn't help but giggle as he spun you "Merci Papa".

As he walked to the door with you in his arms, he picked up your (f/c) backpack that held your skates. Once the two of you were in the car and strapped up your father started the car and the two of you made your way to the indoor ice rink.

~~Timeskip brought to you by Pierre~~

You held your father's hand as you both walked into the building that had the ice rink. As much as you didn't want to go to figure skating lessons you were excited to get on the ice.

As the ice rink came into view so did the other children in your class, you looked up at your papa. He smiled down at you and knelt down so he was at your height "Now remember your uncle Spain and Prussia will be picking you up".

You nodded "Alright papa"

He patted your head "Now run along mon petit fleur, and don't forget to have fun".

You gave him your (stuffed animal) and ran off to your classmates waving goodbye as your father left.

Once you reached the other kids they turned to you, you bit your lip "I... I don't want any trouble" you mumbled out.

You watched as Tamara, a girl the same age as you with jet black hair and golden brown eyes walked up to you. She had a smirk on her face "Well look who it is girls~ Little (F/n)~" the girls behind her began to snigger.

Tamara went to say something but was cut off as the teacher clapped her hand "Alright class, lace up and we can start".

Tamara looked at you "Don't think it's over for today (name)" Her and the other girls shoved past you. You bowed your head as you sat down to change into your skates.

~~Another timeskip~~

You looked up from the ice; you had 'fallen' over, thanks to Tamara. As you picked yourself up off the slippy cold surface, you whimpered you yourself, your arm was sore thanks to the fall.

Soon enough you heard the teacher tell everyone class had ended. You sighed in relief and held your arm as you skated off the ice towards your bag. Little did you know a boy with tanned skin stood next to your bag.

Tamara walked up to the boy "Sorry but would you mind passing my bag please?" she pointed to the (f/c) bag behind the olive eyed boy.

The brunette gave her a look and said simply "No."

Tamara huffed "Fine" she went to grab it but before she could the boy grabbed it

"This isn't your bag idiota!"