America's Little Girl (Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

The wild, crazy, party loving America had decided he wanted to raise a child. Of course England told him he couldn't do it and surprisingly France agreed. Actually, most of the countries agreed America was just too flighty. Canada, Denmark, and Prussia were the only ones who backed him on his decision. America's first move was to tell his boss that he was planning on raising a child. His boss actually agreed. He thought that it would be good for the country to have someone else to take care of. So, America's boss called up a nearby adoption agency and told them about the situation. He then told America the agency expected him tomorrow at eight in the morning. America nodded, grinning widely, and left for home.

When America got home, he imagined what it would be like. He really wanted a little boy. He wouldn't mind a little girl, of course, but he wanted someone he could play catch with. Someone who would make him proud when he made the game winning catch or touchdown. He wanted a little boy to take fishing and teach how to be a true American. His house seemed very empty as he imagined a child running through the rooms. He went to bed excited for the next day.

America was at the agency at exactly eight. He entered and the lady behind the counter peered at him behind classic librarian glasses.

"Are you Alfred F. Jones?" she asked.

America nodded, "That's me!"

"Come this way," she said curtly and America followed her through the building. "Your boss has made me aware of your situation. As luck has it, one of our children here in the orphanage is a personification of a country. She's the country Nesland, but we call her Vanessa," the woman explained before coming to a stop in front of a door. "If you'll wait in here, I'll get Vanessa."

"Thanks," America answered, suddenly very nervous.

America waited for a few minutes before the door opened again and the woman was back with a little girl. Wait, a little girl? America had been too preoccupied to catch the bit about the child being a girl. He did however catch that she was a country named Nesland, or Vanessa. He felt quite stupid as the little girl stepped into the room. She looked like he did when he was younger. Her blond hair was up in cute little pigtails. She couldn't be more than three, but her blue eyes looked America over intelligently.

Vanessa looked into America's eyes before smiling and saying, "Daddy." America and the woman gave a small laugh.

"Yeah. I guess I am your Daddy now, little dudette," America answered nervously. She ran forward and jumped into America's arms. He caught her and hugged her tightly.

"Well, here are the forms, Mr. Jones. If you'll just sign, we can get everything else resolved," the woman told America. They were sitting at a table with Vanessa comfortably seated on America's lap.

"I'll let your boss deal with the political side of things. Vanessa represents the country Nesland in the Pacific Ocean. It's only recently been discovered and she's been here for about four months. I don't know why they didn't take her straight to you," the woman said after America signed the papers. He stood, holding Vanessa in one arm and extending his other to the woman.

"Thank you for your help," he said.

She took his hand and answered, "It was my pleasure." America then left the orphanage with his new little daughter.

As America was getting Vanessa out of the car, he explained about the other countries.

"You're going to meet a lot of new people Vanessa. They fight a lot and can be kind of scary, but they won't hurt. Except maybe Russia," America muttered the last part. He carried the little girl inside and was greeted by England.

"Hey Iggy! Couldn't wait to see the little girl, eh?" America asked.

"Don't call me that! I just wanted to make sure you had every thing you needed," England answered. America was taking off Nessa's coat and shoes.

"Vanessa, this is your Uncle Iggy," America told the little girl, hanging up the coat. Vanessa looked at England before running back and grabbing America's legs. "It's alright, Vanessa. Uncle Iggy won't hurt you. Let's go meet everyone else." America comforted, picking the girl up. She gripped her dad's shirt as he walked into the living room.

America had requested that only the Allies come over on the first day, so the child wouldn't be too overwhelmed. Vanessa looked around the room at the countries present.

"She is adorable," France cooed.

"Aw, perhaps she would like a Hello Kitty?" China asked. A Hello Kitty doll appeared and China held it out to the little girl. She looked at it, before accepting the gift. Russia was standing behind the others, so as not to scare Vanessa.

"You have a cute sunflower, da," Russia commented. Vanessa looked and found the voice that had said that.

"Daddy, who he?" she asked.

"That's Russia little dudette," America answered.

"Who that?" she asked pointing to France.

"France."

"Who that?" Pointing to China.

"China."

"Who that?" Pointing to Canada.

"Uncle Mattie."

"Who that?" Pointing to Kumajirou.

"That's Kumajirou. He's Uncle Mattie's friend."

Vanessa finally wandered from America's grasp and over to Canada and Kumajirou.

"Uncle Mattie?" she asked pulling on Canada's jacket. Canada bent down to her height.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you my friend?" Vanessa asked with childness innocence.

"I-if you're m-mine," Canada replied.

"Yay! I love you Uncle Mattie!" she threw her little arms around his neck as everyone stood amazed at her cuteness.

"Uncle Iggy will be my friend too?" Vanessa phrased it as a question. England chuckled and bent down to her height as well.

"Yes, poppet. And I'll teach you how to be a lady," he told her. Vanessa followed with another hug.

"I want a 'ug too," France complained.

"You're not my uncle," Vanessa stated matter-of-factly.

"America!" France whined. America was openly laughing with England.

"Looks like someone doesn't like you, frog!" England chortled.

After dinner, hamburgers of course, America had all the countries leave so he could get Vanessa ready for bed. He took her up to her room that wasn't decorated yet.

"Tomorrow we'll go shopping and you can choose what you want in your room, okay little dudette," America promised. She had some clothes from the orphanage and he helped her change into her PJs. Before he left, she grabbed his arm tightly.

"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?" America found he couldn't say no to her pleading eyes. He smiled, scooped her up and took her to his bed.

"Good night, little dudette. Don't you worry about anything. Your awesome hero Dad is here to protect you," America promised as Vanessa fell asleep.