Through a Child's eyes (HetaliaXChild!Reader) Haitus!!!

FranceXGirl!Reader: Parle pue

Francis was 200% done with the other countries. First he had to go to that pointless meeting which ended up in Germany yelling for everyone to shut up, Italy crying and screaming about pasta, Romano was yelling and cussing about how mad he was (shocker), Russia was scaring everyone and sitting on Canada (France: My poor enfant *faints* Me: Yes, France just yes.), America was yelling "I'M THE HERO" and calling Russia a commie which got annoying after a while (he didn't even notice poor Canada), and England was calling France a rapist/pervert (which he really wasn't).

Now he was walking through the park since (the world meeting was over)  it was a sunny afternoon in (Insert Country) and not even talking in the beautiful view of the people, the trees, and well the people. He was just well mumbling to himself.

"Tout le monde stupide. Stupide Angleterre. Ughh... why do I even go to these pointless meetings. What even is the--"

"Are you ok mister?" said a tiny voice.

France had to a few steps back to see a little girl that had to be at least 2 with (H/c) hair and (E/c) eyes sitting on a park bench alone with no adult or anyone. France looked around then  pointing to himself to make sure you were speaking to him.

"Well yes you. You're the only one ranting to yourself." you say giggling slightly. Your hair blew in the wind, same with your overall dress and sleeves of your (f/c) shirt. (Me: Aww... yes. I love me some overall dresses and shorts)

He sits down next to you still a little stunned by your perfect vocabulary for a toddler. "Where are you parents?" he asks looking around. All over the park were children playing with friends and or family members unlike you who was alone on the park bench.

You frown at that question. France noticing you reaction tries to fix (Me:Pfft... I don't know) what he said. "I mean.. erm. Uhh--"

But you cut him off smiling at his politeness and awkwardness. "It's ok. My mommy told me to stay here and don't move."

He furrows his brows asking, "And why would--"

"OH! She also told me not to speak to strangers but I failed at that didn't I?" you giggle slightly.

He smiles lightly, but his only thoughts were (Drumroll please) 'Why would anyone leave a petite fille  all alone. I could... NON I can't she'd just die like....--'

He was snapped out his thoughts when you randomly asked, "Can I braid you hair?"

"Why?"

You shyly look down, "Because it looks pretty and I want to braid it."(Me: That ain't no lie [Because I can speak English *sarcasm*])

"You forgot to add please." he says.

"PLEASE!" you say sitting on your knees lightly poking his cheek.

"Ok. Ok, oui you can braid my hair." he says turning body so you can braid his hair.  

"Yay!" you say starting to braid his hair.

It was silent you didn't mind but you had many questions you wanted to ask him and for him it was the other way around.

"Sooo... I have a few questions." you say still braiding his hair.

"Ask away." he says knowing this conversation might get just interesting.