Child reader x 2p!hetalia and hetalia one shots

first kill (child reader x papa!canada and grandpa!france)

You sat on your bed,it was a typical Friday night for you cuz your papa and grandpa went out to do their weekly 'hunting' so you were left by yourself. They reinsured that nothing would happen they always said that nothing bad was going to happen. Sometimes you really wondered if they cared cuz you sensed your grandpa Francois had that fuck you kinda personality and didn't care much and wouldn't talk to you unless he wanted you to hand him a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes.
You had a bad feeling about to night though so you snuck one of your papa's guns out of his bottom dresser drawer.this really has you thinking,who leaves their nine year old alone and with guns. You could answer that in a heart beat a French man and a Canadian french man, you loved them both dearly you were just upset right now.
A loud crash came from the living room making you run out with the handgun. You've shot a gun before but only at a target,as you entered the living room you seeb a man kicking aside your family picture. The glass was broken and  you whimpered a bit "get out of my house now" you say pointing the gun at the man "you don't got the guts to shoot that kid,look at ya. A fucking runt" he says taking a step closer to you and you cocked the gun "stay back" you say and the man chuckles and starts walking towards you. Making you fire three bullets into him,he sinks to his knees and falls over "um shit what did I just do" you say starting to tear up knowing you just killed someone the first thought that ran through your mind is oh no papa and grandpa Francois will be pissed off at you. The front door opens and your papa and grandpa Francois runs in. They shut the door,after what they walk into "well fuck,this is why I didn't want to leave her alone ever" your papa says and you drop the gun making you burst into tears more."I'm sorry papa"you say and curl up in a ball. "I'm proud of ('er/'im)"your grandpa says picking you up " and now Oliver 'as more stuff for 'is cupcakes" he continues. Making you giggling "and I'm proud about my baby's first kill" your papa says then sighs "well she's coming with us from now on" your papa says. After everything was cleaned up they took you out for ice cream and you told your story to your uncle al and grandpa Ollie nonstop for a whole month.