Let's Go! {Hetalia x Reader One Shots}

🇮🇹Child Italy x Child Reader pt.1

(M/C)=Mother's Country
(C/n)=Country name(you)
"Italics"= Thoughts

     "🎶Hmm🎶hmmm🎶hmm🎶"  hummed the tiny little embodiment of Northern Italy.  His soft, sweet melodies were keeping his young being company as he diligently swept paint over a willing canvas.  His tiny, little arms moving back and forth with great precision as he grasped the brush that was just the right size for him.  He had been devotedly painting to the very best to of his ability without a break just wanting to do as well as he could for his beloved grandpa Rome.  "I-a sure-a hope grandpa Rome-a likes-a my painting!" As he was lost in his art and chorusing, he herd the voice of his grandfather calling him.

~elsewhere(earlier)~

     "Ah, (M/C)!  You're here!  It's about time!"  Rome greeted the country he was closely acquainted with (and romantically rejected by).  She was a tall, beautiful, and elegant woman with a face that made you forget about the rest of the world and all of its problems.  As she was approaching, he saw that the country wasn't alone.  It seemed to be a duplicate of the older woman but tiny with the pink, chubby cheeks of youth and eyes round with innocence and wonder. She looked shy too, not like the confident and charming woman she was following. "Huh?"

     Coming to a halt in front of the woman, both offered polite smiles but before either had the opportunity to greet the other there was a ruffling sound from (M/C)'s dress.  Both countries turned to look, wide-eyed and curious about what was going on.  It was you.

     "And whose-a this?"  Rome asked kindly to the tiny person trying to hide.

     The small commotion earlier was the youngster trying with all of her might to look at all of her new surroundings without loosing any physical contact with her mother, resulting in the loud twisting and "swishing" of the now slightly disheveled dress.  The young girl came to a shocked halt though at the unmarked person's words.  Those sheepish eyes shyly peeped from behind the taller woman, her newfound fortress.

     "This is my daughter, (C/n).  (C/n), come say 'hello' to Rome."  The mother gently tried to introduce her daughter and coax her out of hiding.

     Being brave, she took a little breath and bolted out of hiding with her best smile.  "Hello Mr. Rome!  I'm (C/n)."  The charm and grace of her mother briefly made its appearance for her introduction but shot back to shyness "b-but  you can call me (Y/n) if you want."  She quietly, almost, whispered out deciding to go back to her mother's safety.

     Rome chuckled and smiled while returned his attention to (M/C) "so~ you-a looking for a sugar-daddy?" He winked at the woman.

     She would have slapped him but she needed his help desperately. "No, actually Rome I need you to..." She paused and allowed a sad face that conveyed the depths of the situation to him further "I need you to take her in."

      "Huh...?  I mean sure but...why?"  He would always take new territories but he was very confused.  "Just giving away a country...? Your child?"

     (M/C) took a glance at her daughter who so naively just looked around then stopped to shoot her "mamma" a smile.  "Not while (C/n) is here." She spoke solemnly.

     "Yeah, sure.  I'll-a get Italy and they can play while-a we talk."  He assured, noticing the serious mood.

     "Thank you." (M/C) uttered.