Hetalia one-shots

Mother!Britannia!Reader x Son!England

Fem!Mother!Britannia!Reader x Son!England

England sat on his sofa with tears in his eyes as he held onto an old, wrinkly, brownish photo in a glass case.
His brothers had to go back to their countries, because of the troublesome they have to put up with as well as Arthur.
Since their mother died.

Their (Y/N) Kirkland, or otherwise known as Britannia. She was gone.
And after everything he did to her, he'll never forgive himself for it (even though she kept on telling him it was not his fault, to begin with).

His eyes landed on the picture he held; a picture of his mum, his brothers: Allistor, Seamus, Dylan and himself smiling under a big, single ash tree in the middle of a beautiful, wide, wheat field.

The place where his mother said she first found him.

And many other stories she told him as he grew up with her.

Yes, he remembers every single one of them.

(He remember how she first met him)
Backwards time skip(possibly more than 6 centuries or so ago)~
It started off with you walking in a large green field filled with many amazing flowers, most particularly roses.
As you appreciated the view that was given, it was then interrupted by a tiny (but a bit loud) cry.
Turning your head around, you couldn't spot anyone around you.

So where did that cry come from?

Then it started again; but a little bit louder this time.
All that was on the field was a large ash tree that stood behind you, but the cry sounded like it came from behind there.
So you began to search for that sound.

Turning around and walking behind that tree, you unexpectedly came across a little baby boy in a small straw basket.
"Aww, you poor thing." You cooed at it (even though he probably couldn't understand you) as you scooped it up out of its basket case and placed its head closer to your chest.

After some time calming him down, you had the time to get a better look at the little guy's features: honey blonde hair, his eyes were bright green; more likely a jade green, he had bushy lines above his eyes that are supposed to be his eyebrows. Even his chubby cheeks made him look even more adorable.

But, why was he abandoned here, to begin with?

Looking left and right, you knew that no one was going to find this little guy off for miles across from a wheat farm.
So only one option came into the plan.

"Guess I'm taking care off you, little guy." You smiled down as you reach your hand out to pull the blanket a bit further away from his face. "But you still don't have a name."
Looking down, you had no idea what name would be perfect for him.
Until, he spoke up, "Art...Arti...Artie" He blathered out.
"Artie? Like Arthur; as in King Arthur?" You questioned surprised.
"Artie...Artie" He clapped whilst blathering out those words.
"Fair enough. You shall be named Arthur. And as I don't know your surname, I shall give you mine. Welcome to the family: Arthur Kirkland, yes the name's perfect. Now it's my turn, I guess I'm your mum now, I am Britannia, nice to meet you, Arthur Kirkland." Your fingers held his tiny hand in a firm handshake, then with him holding onto your fingers as he spoke out another word.

"Mama..."

"Yes, I am your mama." Smiling back.

'And I promise to take care and protect you till the last of my days.' You said to yourself.

(Arthur remembered the time where they both came across his older brothers)
One or two years later~
Arthur became more wondrous, meaning he would run off anywhere and either find people coming to your house with him or you had to find him yourself.