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~Young Americans~

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing?"  Arthur cooed at the girl the turned quickly away from his view.  "And what is your name?"

"(f/n)," she looked from the safety of her father's shirt.  She had seen those eyebrows somewhere before, but she couldn't put her finger on it.  

"That's a very pretty name!"  Arthur grinned.  "And what is your Mom's name?"   The fact that Alfred had forgotten that information was weighting down on Arthur's mind.  And he hoped that the girl could shed a bit of light on to the mystery.  What is the worst answer she could give?  

"Mary Kathleen Queensland," she smiled proudly that she could ring off the name on command.

Enter two bewildered faces of the Northern American Nation and a British one.  Looking at each confirmed what the other was thinking.  If a certain someone found out, in hot water another would be in.  

"(f/n)," Alfred muttered lowly at the little girl he sat back on her feet, "please go into the living room so I can talk to Arthur."  

She nodded and darted off towards the living room.  

"Get in the kitchen Alfred," Arthur grumbled and took a hold of the taller man's ear and into the kitchen he was pulled.  After they knew they were out of earshot of the child they looked at each other.  Arthur let go of his ear and crossed his arms from punching the thunderous nation in the face.

"I…didn't…"  Alfred could do nothing but stutter at his former caretaker.  "Mary Kathleen?  She didn't…"

"Alfred, if Australia finds out what you did to his Mary Kathleen."  The Brit rubbed the side of his agonizing head.   "That explains why you're taking care of her now.  She's the daughter of a nation and a town."  

Arthur paused and thought of the towns that were disbanded and she happened to be one of them in Australia and his favorite one to boot.  It even could happen to a nation as proven by the ancient nations.  But he wondered why she posed as a waitress in one of the world meeting or needed too.  And what made her have a go with the brash American.  

"You don't think she told, Kyle?"  Alfred asked and slumped onto the table.  Crawling into a hole and dying came into mind.  Maybe he could change his name and run away.  Working out the plan in his mind seemed like aces.  He could drop the kid off at Canada's house.  She would grow up safe if that damn polar bear didn't eat her.  

"I would say not!  You're still alive," he tsked, "otherwise I think we be scraping you off the pavement at this moment."  

Arthur walked over to the teapot that sat on the stove.  He shook it to see if there was water left in it, of course there wasn't any.  So he went onto the familiar task of making tea for himself.  

"How in the heck can you think about making tea?  I've got a problem here!"  The American looked up from his arms that he cradled his head in.  

"You're right," Arthur scoffed, "you've got a problem.  Now it's time to be a big boy and deal with it.  You can't have everyone else raise your wards."

"Yeah," Alfred huffed, "and you didn't raise me either.  You left me to myself for most of my younger years."  

"I've apologized to you, Alfred," Arthur grabbed the cleanest cup he could find on the shelf.  Snatching a rag off the counter he wiped it out just to be safe.  "But you've got the responsibility of a child now.  And don't you think it was difficult to raise all the towns I do?  Not including the fact that I once had most of the world under my thumb.  That was a challenge.  This is just one little girl."

"Daddy?"  The little (h/c) haired girl peeked into the kitchen.  

"What (f/n)?" He planted his face firmly on the table.

"What happens if you spill soda pop on your video game things?"  She asked innocently placing her hands behind her back.  

"They stop working.  Why?" His muffle voice floated up.


Arthur opened the tea bag and dropped into the mug of hot water.  All those tea cups that the deafening little American broke were going to pay for themselves at this moment.  Including all the books he drew in and let's not forget the priceless coat of arms he used to slide down the stairs.   Or the doubloons he skipped across the pond.  There was a word for this…payback.

~time skip~

"Deep breath," Alfred gripped the steering wheel and watched the little girl in the backseat of his car.  Taking in a gulp of air he organized himself to drive.  

"Where are we going?"  She asked yanking the taut seat belt.  

"To buy some food." He had taken notes on what Arthur had explained to him.  The leftovers in the fridge apparently weren't good enough for her.   When he was her age he would have killed for leftovers after eating the damn British cooking.  Maybe that's why his palate was less then gourmet.  

"This seat belt is scratchy," she complained, "can't I set up front with you?"

"No," he started the car and pulled out onto street.  He turned on the radio to steady his nerves.   Why did Arthur have to go back to England?  Couldn't he have stayed and helped him?  "That no good limey…"

"Who is this?"  She yelled over the music.

"The Rolling Stones," he mumbled.  'Did I ask a lot of questions?  That was a long time ago.  Maybe I did.'

"My heart ani't ready for The Rolling Stones," she smirked, "play me a country song!"    

"How old are you?"  He glared at the tiny person in the backseat.  Did she just quote a fricken country song to him!?  He invented country music!  He didn't need a little pipsqueak telling him music.  

"Old enough to know mom likes country!"  She smiled proudly.  "When can we go see her?  She said you would explain everything to me."  

"You know," he turned down the radio and let Mick Jagger go on about satisfaction.  "Maybe we could talk about that certain subject later."  

She looked confused at him.  He wondered if she didn't understand the words, meanings, or just his whole demeanor.  Whatever the reason she was going to have to wait for him to explain all this to her.  

He stopped the car and tuned off the ignition.  Looking over the list one more time that Arthur had written up he mentally prepared himself.  

"Come on kid!"  Alfred unbuckled her seatbelt and carried her threw the busy parking lot of the supercenter.  

After dragging one of the carts from the tangled mess of them he placed her inside the mini 'jail' as per Arthur's instructions.   Keep an eye on the child at all times when out.  

Alfred stopped at the markdown DVD bin and started to go through the scattered cases of 'B' movies.  

"What are you buying?"  She peered over the side of the cart.  "Can we get this one?"  Taking a hold of one with a colorful cover.  "It's a cartoon."  She studied the picture on the front for a second then looked to her father for conformation.  "Please Daddy!"

"She is just too cute!"  A little white haired woman stopped her cart next to Alfred.  "And look at those big (e/c) eyes!"

The American turned to the women and grinned.  "Yeah…I think I'll keep her."  The women laughed and walked away.  That might not have been exactly a joke…

"These are too scary!"  She picked up the movies Alfred had put in the cart.    Some had brain eating zombies, soul sucking vampires, and multi tentacle aliens on the covers.  

"Then you won't watch them," Alfred shrugged his shoulder.  Little did the man know what trouble that would cause soon enough.  He would learn to heed Arthur's warning to lay off the scary movies.  

"Where are we going now?"  She asked tossing this and that in the cart.  He should have reread the part to watch her like a hawk.  

"Food."   He was ready for another twenty questions.  "What do you want?"

"Whatever you like!  You're my Dad," she proudly smiled, "that means we like the same things!"  What she didn't say was she was going to be just like her father if it killed her!

"That doesn't mean that (F/n)," Alfred raised an eyebrow.  "If I said I liked," he looked at the shelf and grabbed the most unappealing things first, "Vegemite®. Would you say you liked this?"

"Yeah!  See! What did I tell you?" She took the yellow label jar from his hand and put it in the cart.  "Get the cheesybite one too!"

And prompt the hand to face moment.  He would learn to love the feel of smashing his hand to his face.  

"Oh Minties®!"  And another box into the cart.  

Alfred looked up at the sign that hung from the ceiling; International Foods.  What a bad aisle to pick first.  

"I didn't know that Australia had so many different kinds of 'food'?" Alfred took out the Cheezels®.  "These at least look like something I might try."

"Get your own bag!"  She snatched the bag from her father clutches.  

That about 'reaping what you sow'!

~time skip~

"Can I get out of the cart?  It's kinda crowded in here!"  She smiled sweetly.  Alfred on the other hand was trying to decide with kind of apples would be better.  'Who the heck made all these kinds of fruit?'  He wondered as he tossed a few bags into the cart.

"Stay where I can see you, (f/n)."  Alfred kindly reminded her.  

Bad move on your part, America!

"Daddy?  Can I get this?"  

"I don't care," he waved his hand, "toss it in the cart."

Very bad move, America!

He looked at the heaping cartful of various things.  Did he really buy all this?  Without really looking closely at the packages he started to toss the items on the belt of the registers.  

"That's going to be $456.87," the pug nosed cashier rang off the amount like it was nothing.

"Credit," Alfred mumbled and slid his card.
Part 4 [link]

this has been sitting in my files and collecting dust for a few days. So I finished it up and posted it!

And I like the twist with the whole Mary Kathleen thing! And wait til Australia finds out about the secret! And you know it's going to happen!!

Smart little say the darndest things!

and's just going to get worse...

I would like to know if anyone didn't like that little twist...

btw: I don't own hetalia, Vegemite, Minties,or Cheezels !!
sorry for grammar and spelling!!!
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ramendangosenbei Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2015
America sorry if I annoyed you but WTM AMERICA YOU DON'T DO THAT TO A CHILD ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE 5 (is she?) YEARS OLD!!
RaymanGirl6 Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2015
I apologize America if i drive you crazy! 
Ellieluvsstuff Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2015  Student General Artist
this was cute!
elyanaxlevilove Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Student Digital Artist
My chezels
nekokitty35 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
When I was 5 I would sing 'apple bottom jeans' lol XD
JapanKikuLover Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I still sing it. ._.
shadowgirl58 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014
Haha I thought I was the only one
Elfdragon345 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I was singing it as I read the chapter. XD
HappyLittleTune1223 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2014
PFFF when I was 2 I was singing 'let the bodies hit the floor'! XD
misaosachiko Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014  Student General Artist
glad i'm not the only one :D (Big Grin) 
Miss-Fandom-Chan Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Omg America you are a terrible father 
FlyingPastaKitty Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
LMAO The total! Poor America! As for apples, I WANT PINK LADIES AND GOLDEN DELIOUS! *Starts throwing fits about wanting apples*
Animelover121767 Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2013
*scoff* my dad is rich in the real world
HetaliaRules99 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
the sad thing is i'm thirteen and I can take better care of a kid than he can. I have a little five year old sister
hollar90 Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"You right," Arthur scoffed, "you've got a problem. Now it's time to be a big boy and deal with it. You can't have everyone else raise your wards." lol!
shadowfeather1sbff Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh.... is it sad that I'm a thirteen year old and know how to raise a kid better then him?!
GizmoJax Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Maybe he'll get better :)
shadowfeather1sbff Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I sure hope so~!
MidniteSunavow Featured By Owner May 24, 2013
Alfred, man, dude, you're a bad dad.
Gamzeem Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
England: "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?"
me: damn straight >:L
DubstepCat Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
xXxhypermonsterxXx Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Lol my mom pays twice thAt for clothes
vocaloidanimefan Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow America needs to pay that! X3 lol
DarkRoseStayla1 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
dude america your a horrible father......... almost as bad as england
AnonymousLovely Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
All I can say at this moment is that I subscribed to you for the Kirkland brothers series but I'm staying for the Papa!America ones as well. Well done with this chapter. I can't wait to see what happens next. :iconclapplz:
GizmoJax Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Well thank you! And you'll be happy to know that I've been working on the fourth part to Papa! It should be up later today or tomorrow! And thanks for the wonderful comment and reading!!
And hopefully I can finish the fifth on S&S Kirkland, its half done!
Thanks again!!
DancingShizuofan Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
"Old enough to know mom likes country!" She smiled proudly. wow did america just get called off by a 5 year old? You feeling ok Alfred, cause it looks like you need some ice for that burn.
SecretlySpain Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013   Writer
:iconyayenglandplz: Now America gets to have a life in the day of a parent! And now he knows the hardships we go through for them!
ITxIRxLxS Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Student General Artist
America would be the best Daddy ever! :iconyayamericaplz: I still ask a bunch of questions and I'm almost 17 XD
MurderScreamer Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Professional General Artist
Man...I wish my father was Alfred...When I asked to many questions i the car, my mom would yell "Shut the hell up!" X3 She is a good mom...but so strict...
link2008 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Can't wait to read more xD poor alfie should have paid more close attention to reader lol this is so awesome!
Jessie1209 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Student General Artist
Haha, poor America. Lol
Ivankirkland Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013
Omfg if it was that much money… just wow
DeathBeGone Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013
glaceon007 Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Student General Artist
...*tosses in a bunch of toys and anime* Daddy! *smiles innocently*
FlyingPastaKitty Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
LOL Now I want a puppy, and a pony, and a fishy, and a dolly and a kitty, and a bunny. LOL I LOVE THIS! MORE!
Tygermane Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Lol, this is great!! I can't wait to read more! Oh how I hate waiting, but I guess I must ;)
stupidbread Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013
HA! Sucks to be you, America. XD
alana-light Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Student General Artist
so cutee!!! Must Have More!!!!
GizmoJax Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you! it's on its way!!
romanolover18 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013
Cute that sounds like me when i was younger
Nibblez22 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Poor America XD
SteffiCookie Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013
Ermahgerd ^w^ :iconermahgerdplz: That was such a cute story! :la:
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