2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

42: The Little Ones

42: The Little Ones
Babies, ChiLDREN-not yours or his. Just random, adorable, squishy childrEN.

Warnings: Unfit for the weak-hearted, premium product of pure rainbow puke and fluffy cheese
Author's Note: ahHAHAHAH-ahem. I'm back with another update! Enjoy! (*¯︶¯*)

Francois Bonnefoy
Ah, the things we do for a raise.

You bitterly laughed to yourself as you started to think that college hell was at least a little more merciful than the devil-I mean, your boss.

Instantly, you regret agreeing to the deal you've caught yourself into. You watched as your boss' son ran around your apartment like the little brat he was. Francois knew about this, telling you that it was stupid of you to do such a thing, in all the loving honesty he had. Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the greatest choice you made, but you were too stubborn to step down now.

Due to this babysitting you had to do, you decided not to come to Francois' mansion and just let the kid wreck your place instead. Around noon, your boyfriend comes by to see if you're still alive. Miraculously, you were-barely, but still breathing.

You heaved as you failed to catch the boy into your hold. He bumps into Francois roughly and began to whine about how it hurt. To say the least, your lover was slighty agitated. Though, when Francois found out that the boy's name was Francis, he couldn't help but get a little more irked.

The three of you went to the arcade near your apartment, under Francis' demands, as Francois simply follows behind you in amusement. All negatives aside, he was entertained to see you try and tame the wild child. Exhausted, you decided to just give up and grab food from the diner nearby, leaving Francis to Francois.

Bad idea.

You exit the diner with arms occupied by the bags of takeout, almost startled to death when Francois appears next to you, swinging his arm on your shoulder as he looked around with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "This seems to be successful for the both of us," he comments, taking one bag within his hold. It was then you noticed something.

"You forgot Francis!" You panicked, whilst your boyfriend simply shrugs. "As I said," he says, "successful."

In a panic, you run to the arcade, finding Francis in tears as he waited by the entrance. "Francis!" You exclaimed, crouching down to wipe his tears away. He hugs you and cries into your arms. This kid may be a little brat, but he was still just a child.

Francois watched with barely any guilt for this child, but instead, his heart softens at the mere image of you cooing and calming the child down. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of you in the future, being the mother of his child.

Allen Jones
"What are we doing in hell with all these infestations?"

"Allen, this is a school and those are children," you tell him, slightly amused by his whining and grumpy attitude. The American has been whining ever since you arrived in front of the local kindergarten and pre-school. Some children were already out early, running amok, but you were looking for someone more familiar.

You see, it began much earlier, when you and Allen were cuddled together in a mess of tangles and intertwined limbs. The both of wanted to spend the day doing absolutely nothing and just watch whatever was on the television. In the midst of your sessions, however, your phone alerted you of a call from your cousin. She wanted you to pick up Daisy, your niece, from her kindergarten, since she couldn't fit it in her schedule today.

You told Allen that you were simply headed out to do some errands for your cousin. Much to Allen's dismay, he had to shut the television off, letting the baseball game replays fade into darkness. You told him that you can go alone by yourself, but he insisted. Now, he was whining about how boring waiting was and whose fault is it? Right, 'yours'.