hetalia father/mother-daughter scenarios

You meet a relative/close friend

I needed to specify in the title because they don't all have relatives. Or lives ones anyways...

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Belarus:

"I will take care of the little one, Да?" Ivan asked his sister, wanting to hold her. "Take very good care of her, big brother. I love you, but I love her more. If anything bad happens, it'll be 100 times worse than Tolys' fingers. Understood?"

(Lithuania's name is not Toris. Its Tolys. The wikia might say Toris, but this is a mistranslation from Japanese to English. Toris is not a name. Tolys on the other hand, is an authentic lithuanian name. Spread the word)

"Д-Да! I would never let anything happen to my sweet little niece!" He said, shielding her away from the threatening Natalya. "I will be gone 2 days! 2 Days only!" She said, getting her bag and placing it by the door.

"I will be back soon мая любоў (my love-belarusian)Behave for mother."She kissed your head as you giggled and grabbed her finger. She pat your head and left.

You blankly stared at the large Russian man."What am I supposed to do...." He mumbled to himself. He decided on bringing you to the living room.

He put you on his lap while he took a seat on his nice big chair. He poured himself a glass of vodka while you played with his other hand. Till he noticed you were looking straight at the cup.

"You want vodka?"

"NO MR. RUSSIA!"

Canada:

After a few weeks of having you with him, Matthew was getting used to this. But he was busy during the week so he was bringing you to your uncle, Alfred. A.K.A AMERICA!

"Can't wait to meet your uncle?" Your father asked you, you replied with throwing a small ball at your father. "I'll take that as a yes.

You both arrived at his Washington home. He opened the door with the spare key and walked in. "Alfred! I'm here!" He kinda shouted.

"You brought the cutie with you!" You heard as you saw a similar looking man come sliding down the hallway.

"So you can take care of her 100% sure????" He asked in his brothers face. "Y-yes!! My boss can help too!"

Your face visibly changed at the mention of boss. "Y-your boss!?"

"Yeah! This guy!" He took out his phone to reveal the orange idiot.

You gripped your father's arm as if clinging for you life. "He's super nice dudette!" You only clinged harder.

"Oh maple god...." He groaned. Getting you off his arm would be harder than he thought.

France:

What do I do with you, ma princesse? Do you want to see the black sheep?" You just blank stared at him. "How about Michelle?" You cocked your head to the side in confusion, tipping over in the process.

"Michelle it is. I'll call her"

A few hours later, a very smiley tanned girl in a blue dress showed up. She saw you and you swore her eyes turned to hearts. "OH MON DIEU! SHE'S ADORABLE!!!"

She picked you up and hoisted you onto her waist. Francis came into the room and tried to take you away, but found that you were gripping onto Michelle. "I wanta hug, ma chérie"

"Aww she likes me!!!!"

Denmark:

You seemed to like Berwald alot more than your own dad. He would have left you with Lukas, but you wanted Berwald. He really didn't know why.

"She'll call him dad, and she won't want to see me. And blah blah blah"

"Matthias?"

"What?"

"SHUT UP BEFORE I HIDE YOUR HAIRGEL!"

Romano

"You don't do much. You want Antonio? Or Feliciano?" He was looking at you play on the floor. "Ugh I can't think of anyone else."

"You can call Emma if she doesn't want to see Antonio. She coming for a visit either way." Feliciano exclaimed from the kitchen. "Wow, fratello had a good idea for o-" a knife cut off Lovino as he was talking. It stuck right in the wall beside his head. "What was that big brother?"

"God I hate when you do that. Fine, I'll call her"

About 2 hours later, there was a knock at the door. When your father opened up, it wasn't Emma. It was Tim. "Where is your sister!?"

"She is busy. She sent me instead" he said, looking down at Lovino. " Ugh... Fine."

You giggled when the Dutch man came into sight. You grabbed the hanging end of his scarf and tugged it.

"Let go of my shcarf, tiny child."