Hetalia: The Magic Almanac- The Novelization

Origin Part 2- Chapter 4: Papa

Soon enough, more countries came out of the magical book. Mary tried to make herself look serious, but ended up looking even more adorable than she could ever be. One of the countries, a long-haired blonde man with a stubble, knelt down to Mary's height. 

"And what do we have here?" he said, "Oh! Is this the new Bearer of the Almanac? My my, you're so adorable that I just want to squish your cheeks!" 

"Please don't do that, France." England said, taking Mary to his side. "She could be sensitive to such things!" 

Mary felt really bad for the country of France and ran back to him. "Oh! I see you like me better than that nasty old England, hm?" 

"Oh man, two grandpas fighting!!" America exclaimed as he pushed aside France and England, "Wait a second, I gotta be a good influence to Mary! Ahem! Mary, I don't like it when you're in the middle of two fighting grandpas. Come sit with your favorite big brother until everyone is here!" 

America picked up Mary and took her over to a rocking chair nearby. As he sat down, the other countries wondered about the relationship between America and Mary. 

"Big brother?" they murmured, "Mary? Is that the girl's name?" 

"Just a question?" said a man with a curl, representing the country of Italy, "Where's Germany?" 

The Almanac glistened once again, revealing a man with a rather bulky build and short, blonde hair. Mary's eyes widened and remembered something about this particular person she is seeing...

Mary sat on her bed, reading one of her books from the bookshelf. It was a picture book with illustrations galore, about geography and beautiful landmarks. Though it was late at night and very dark, she had the rabbit-shaped nightlight lighting the pages for her. The door opened to see Mary's father standing there. 

"Mary dear, shouldn't you be in bed?" Father asked, "We're about to go to sleep-- Oh, what's that you're reading?" 

"It's all about the world, Papa!" Mary answered, "And there's people that represent their country, too! This one reminds me of you!" Mary pointed to a picture of a bulky man with short, blonde hair. 

"Me? Why is that?" 

"You know so much and you're really tall and strong!" 

"Well, I suppose so. C'mere, you silly goose!" He picked up Mary and swung her around playfully. "I am the country of Germany! My people sure like those that work hard and play! As long as it's not video games~!"

Mary looked at her father. "Papa, don't you like video games, though?"

"Well Mary, I'm afraid that not everyone likes video games. I would tell you all about it when you're much older, okay? It's a very complicated ordeal, and it does involve nasty old politics! Goodnight, my little sweet pea. Don't let the nightmares get you!" 

"Goodnight, Papa." 

"Papa!" Mary squeaked, as she ran up to the short-haired man. This man happened to be Germany, the one country that Italy had asked about beforehand. Mary hugged Germany's leg and smiled as wide as she can.

"Papa..."

"Papa?" Germany said, looking down at Mary. He was confused on why someone he hasn't properly met called him "Papa" right away. He then looked at his one friend with the curl in his hair and saw that he nearly fainted. Thankfully, someone caught him before he even hit the floor.

Suddenly, Mary's eyes began to tear up and her grip tightened. The thoughts of not seeing her parents haunted her, and soon enough, she began to cry.

"Mama! Papa!"

Germany looked down and eventually knelt down to Mary's height. He wiped the tears off her face and lifted her head up. Though quite blurry from the tears, Mary saw his face and also noted his blue eyes that looked as if the daylight were shining down from the heavens.

"Do I remind you of your Vater?" Germany asked out of curiosity.

Mary nodded. She felt she made a really bad impression, but saw at the same time the tenderness that lies inside of him, as if her father were standing there. Germany then knelt down to Mary's height, so he would seem more approachable to Mary.

"Where are your parents?"

"Working."

"I see. I can tell that your parents love you very much, and I can understand why you miss them. They buy you toys and books, and shower you with love. There are, unfortunately, people in this world that never get that kind of love and grow to be bitter and hateful."

"Mama and Papa's boss is a bitter and hateful wafflehanger who hates fun and would take my Mama and Papa away for such grown-up things like work and responsibilities."

"Hmm...Perhaps we can look over you when they're not here? It must be so hard for you being alone."

Mary's eyes glistened full of sudden happiness. Speechless, she excitedly nodded at his offer. This must have been an angel that came down from the heavens and granting Mary's wishes.

"You really must be an angel that my Papa sent to me!" Mary exclaimed as she hugged Germany. He smiled and hugged Mary in return.

The other countries were in awe at their blossoming friendship. Loud sobbing can be heard not from Mary, but someone else.

"THIS IS SO ADORABLE," America said, "I THINK I'M GETTING CARDIAC ARREST FROM THE ADORABLENESS!!"