His little miracle

Not a Happy Reunion

After I had shut the door to the room I shared with Britain, I looked up to meet a familiar pair of eyes. Deep grace blue eyes pierced my own to meet his. His blond hair swayed with a slight breeze; and his gloved hands reached my face as he knelt by my side. "Monique...." He touched my cheek. "What are you..how did you get here, mon cher," he asked me has I stood in silence.
"He was looking for you," I told him as I gave him a hug. He hugged me back and held me in his arms. "And he brought me here with him, so he can ask you something. I want to ask you something too." Papa looked confused when I mentioned that 'he' was looking for him.

"Who was looking for me?"

I was about to tell him, when I saw the door open. Mr. Britain came out screaming my name in search of my location. Mr. Britain then stopped his screams when he saw Papa holding me in his arms. "Mr. Britain is the one who brought me here," I told Papa. "He's the one who wanted to ask you questions."

"Britain," he said quietly. "Meet me in my room." Papa carried me to his room door, then say me down on the bed. Papa knelt by my side then kissed my forehead and told me that he was happy to see me. "Britain," he said in a quiet tone. "How did you get, my Monique?" Mr. Britain then told Papa about how he had thought that his letter meant to pick him up at his..or our house. And instead of Papa answering the door when he knocked, it was me instead. Mr. Britain talked about how he was completely surprised to find me in the house. Then he began to interrogate Papa about even having me.
"This isn't about me having her," Papa scolded. "This is about you purposely taking a young child away from her home. Out of a window, no less; and bringing her to a hotel. You might as well be a kidnapper!" Mr. Britain then back fired about Papa even considering himself to be a father to me. 'Why is this such a big deal,' I wondered as they argued.
"We don't have time for this, the meeting is going to start in 2 days and what are we going to do about her," Mr. Britain gestured to me as he spoke. "We just take her with us," Papa suggested as he picked me up. "We keep her in a spare room and ask someone to watch her. Easy and simple; now we need to find the right sitter for my prescious little Monique." He cooed at me when he called me prescious. Though, Mr. Britain scowled at him for doing so.
"She's not even your's to care for! You're talking about bringing her with us as if she truly was your own child!"

"Monique, can you wait outside, for a minute," Papa set me down and I walked outside the room closing the door behind me. I sat on the warm carpet with Almond, slightly curious about what they are talking about.

~*In the room*~

"How could you say that," France yelled at Britain. "Monique may not be mine, but I do consider her as my daughter! She looks up to me, for guidance. She knows I'll keep her safe. Monique understands that I am there for her." France walked to a near by chair and sat for a few while he talked with Britain.
"How on earth did you even get her," Britain asked his fellow friend. "It's not like she came out of the sky and was placed into your life. So, how did she get in your life, frog." France gaped his mouth open to form a response when he heard footsteps outside the door. "Papa," he heard her say in a quiet voice. "Can I see, Mama, please." France looked at his friend in confusion. "'Mama?' What does she mean, Britain?"
Britain hung his head, with what little Monique had spoken, he did admit that she had thought of him as a mother. "It was we had first arrived," Britain began. "After we had gotten a room, she asked me if I was like a mother because I had taken care of her the whole time." France placed his face in his palm, then sighed. Maybe, he had the setting of only him and her for far too long. His little one had been with Britain who was kind enough to care for her, that it made her think that he was a mother.
"Britain," France began. "I thank you for caring for her as long as you did. But I am still taking her with me to that meeting.." Britain had made a hand gesture about what the other countries could take her away from him; asked how they would even get her inside. "We will think of something, but right now," France walked towards the door ready to open it. "She needs me." The door opened to reveal Monique clutching onto Almond.

~*Monique's view*~

I stood by the door threshold when Papa had opened it. His gentle nod was all I needed to allow me access into the room. I walked over to Mr. Britain and asked why they were fighting. "We weren't fighting mon cher," Papa knelt down next me. "Mr. Britain and I were just speaking about a special someone we want you to meet." Mr. Britain looked a little shocked at Papa's words but nodded his head. Though he still didn't say anything; Papa kept telling me how this person is a dear friend of his and that when I meet his friend to be kind.

"Yes, Papa," I obeyed as he picked me up in his arms.

Author's Note: I'd like to apologize for being delayed on updating. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak. I don't own Hetalia, nor will I ever own it. Comment. Vote. And all of those lovely things.