Do you know how to Babysit? (Hetalia x Child Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 12: England and His Scones

(Name)'s POV

I was running around outside, trying to chase a butterfly that was flying through the air. It kept flying too high for me to catch. "Come on butterfly," I said. "I just wanna catch you."

This went on for a little while until Mr. France told me to come back to the house. I sighed but then walked towards the house. Just as I walked inside, I heard Mr. France arguing with someone; "If you taught the young girl anything, I swear you will get it you wanker!"

"Shut-up Black Sheep of Europe!" Mr. France yelled back.

I walked into the living room to find Mr. France glaring at a blonde-haired man with green eyes. He also had really big eyebrows! They were arguing with each other and they didn't even notice me. I just watched as they argued.

3rd Person's POV

England had decided to come to pick (Name) up from France's house earlier than France would've expected. The British man didn't trust his long time adversary with the care of the young child.

After his car pulled up the house, he knocked on the door and waited for France to open up. When he did, Britain wasted no time with greetings and just walked inside.

"What are you doing 'ere tea lover?" France questioned.

"I'm here to pick up the young lady," Britain replied before glaring at France. "If you taught the young girl anything, I swear you will get it your wanker!"

France glared back. "Shut-up Black Sheep of Europe!"

The two yelled at each other for a while until Britain noticed that (Name) was staring at him. He quickly straightened himself up before smiling at the little girl. "Hello love," he greeted, putting his hand out in front of him for her to shake. "We didn't really get to properly last time. I'm Britain."

(Name) turned her head to the side and then smiled at him before she shook Britain's hand. "I'm (Name)," the child greeted. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Britain."

"Well love, are you ready to go?"

"Go?"

"You'll be staying in my home for a little while."

"Oh." (Name) nodded and then followed Britain outside to his car while France reluctantly gave the British man (Name)'s bag of things.

The whole car ride to his house, (Name) asked Britain twenty million questions. Britain sighed, realizing that she was acting like America when he was a little kid.

(Name)'s POV

Mr. Britain seemed really nice. He answered all my questions as he drove me to his house. Then I remembered what Mr. France had told Mr. Spain. He said that Mr. Britain would send me home. "Um, Mr. Britain," I whispered.

"Yes (Name)?" he asked.

"Um...when will I be able to go home?"

Mr. Britain was silent for a moment as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. He didn't look over at me. He was going to send me home, right? "Well, you see....it's taking longer than I thought it would to conjure up a spell to get you home," Mr. Britain explained. "You see, you traveled from a dimension that is different from ours so it's going to take a lot more power to send you home."

"Oh."

The rest of the car ride was silent. Yes I was having fun, but I needed to get home. I wanted to sleep in my own bed and not have to move around so much.

Mr. Britain's car soon pulled up to his house and he helped me out of the car. He also took my bag for me and led me into his house. Inside, it smelt like something had been burning.

"Oh bollix, my scones!" Mr. Britain ran to the kitchen and I followed after him, finding him pulling out a tray from the oven. The things on it were rocks, at least that's what I thought they were. But why would Mr. Britain cook rocks?

Mr. Britain sighed before looking back at me. "All right (Name), I should show you to your room." He then took me upstairs to a room with a large bed. "If you need anything, I'm right across the hall, all right?"

I nodded before taking my bag from Mr. Britain to get out one of the toys that I got while I was staying with Mr. Japan. I played with it while Mr. Britain made some dinner. Dinner looked kind-of weird though. I didn't eat much of it.

3rd Person's POV

After Britain laid (Name) down for the night, he went to his room and made a phone call. He waited for the person on the other end to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" Norway asked after answering the phone.

"Norway, it's me," Britain replied.

"Britain? Why are you calling?"

"Listen, I need your help with a spell."

"What kind of spell?"

"A spell that can open a portal to another dimension."

Norway was silent for a moment, taking in what the British man had requested. He sighed. "When do you need me to come over?"

"Tomorrow, preferably."

"All right, I'll see you then." The Norwegian then hung up. 

Britain sighed with relief. With Norway now helping him, it was as if a weight of worry had been lifted from his shoulders. Just as he was about to head to bed, (Name) opened the door.

"(Name), what are you doing up?"

(Name) looked at the ground nervously. "Um, I-I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you?"

Britain looked at the young child. She looked kind-of frightened, as if she had had a bad dream. He smiled softly at the girl. "All right love, you can sleep with me."

(Name) smiled back and then climbed on the bed before Britain got in the bed as well. Before long, (Name) was fast asleep.