A Small World? (Hetalia x Male!Reader x 2pHetalia)

SIDE STORY: Ollie X François

Title: Daddy Problems

~ Years Ago~

~~Your PVO~~

     Ollie was helping me pack up for my sleepover with Mr. Ronald Edelstein (2p!Austria) and Luciano! I was super excited. I was wearing my (favorite color) cupcake Pjs! That's when Ollie's boyfriend came over. He was supposed to drive us, but he looked funny (yes, he is drunk rn)! Mr. François stumbled a bit before adjusting himself. 
  "Babe... I can't wait 'til tonight!" François picked up Ollie and went to Ollie's bedroom.
  "Hold on now! I have to take the poppet to Ronald's place before you even think of doing this!" Ollie struggled.
  "Kid, call the idiot, tell him Ollie's busy," François growled sexily and slammed the door closed. I slightly whimpered. Mr. François was being mean again! He always does this when I want to have fun! I sighed and went to call Mr. Ronald to pick me up. I softly sniffled as I went to call through the landline phone, next to Ollie's bedroom door.

     I dragged a small wooden stool as my little 6-year-old body tried to grab the landline. I was lucky to memorize Mr. Ronald's and Mr. Klaus Beilschmidt's (2p!Prussia) phone numbers. I start dialing Mr. Ronald when I heard strange things from Ollie's room.
  "Ugh~ Baby~ Mon amour parfait! J'ai besoin de vous désespérément!~~~~ (My perfect love! I need you desperately!)" I could hear François make some strange noises.
  "Daddy!~ Stahp!~ We have a kid still at our home~" Ollie made the same strange noises.
  "Oh?~ Calling me daddy now?~ Oui?~" I heard Ollie suddenly scream and I called Mr. Ronald. He didn't sound too pleased to hear me calling. I was about to sob.
  "Dieses verdammte Handy (This stupid fucking phone). Hello? Who is this?" He answered.
  "M-Mr. R-Ronald? I-I think François i-is h-hurting O-Ollie!" I whispered, trying to be quite.
  "Why do you think that?"
   "O-Ollie and François are making weird noises, t-then Ollie s-said stop b-before Ollie screamed!" I started balling my eyes out.

     I heard nothing. Just nothing. Mr. Ronald gave a long sigh and grabbed his keys, based on the sound of the jingling.
  "I'm coming over, sit near the front door with your things for tonight. Mein Gott, dieser dumme Franzose (My God, this stupid Frenchman)! I'll be there in 10 minutes." He hung up and I did what he asked. I rocked back and forth until he came. He opened the door since I left it unlocked for him. He looked at me with his maroon eyes and sighed.
  "Go sit in the car and wait for me. Take your stuff with you." He demanded. I quickly did as he asked.

~3rd Person PVO~

      Ronald walked to Ollie's door and pounded on it. Of course, he heard squeaking and scrambling. A naked François opened the door.
  "What do you want?" He boredly asked.
  "So, want to tell me why a crying boy is thinking his best friend is getting hurt BY YOU?" Ronald growled at him. Ollie pipped up and was trying to get dressed.
  "What? Why would (Your name) think that?" Ollie asked. Ronald chuckled.
  "He used the landline and could hear you through the door. He was sobbing when I entered, so I figured to see if you were safe before I left with him." Ronald smirked. Ollie blushed and ran outside.
  "I just proposed and fucked him... How was I supposed to know the kid could hear?!"
  "Were you close to the door?"
  "No?"
  "Is Ollie a screamer?"
  "Yes???"
  "That's how"

    The next day, Ollie and François picked up (Y/n) from Ronald's. Oliver was clearly embarrassed by what transpired yesterday. However, his boyfriend gave zero fucks. They decided to have a "talk" with (Y/n) in the car about yesterday. After all, they owe it to the poor kid.
  "Um, (Y/n)? Me and François would like to talk about yesterday." Ollie said once they were far enough away from Ronald's home.
  "I'm sorry for accusing you of hurting Ollie, Mr. François" (Y/n) had his head down -but tried to be polite.
  "It's fine, kid. I should've known better and waited. We'll be having this talk again, but later and when you're older."
  "But, I want to know how you feel about François..." Ollie said, thinking of the worst.
  "I love hanging out with you and Mr. François! I like how he talks and treats you most of the time! And I love the ice cream he sometimes brings over!" (Y/n) smiled happily.
  "How would you feel if I married Ollie, and live with you and him forever?"
  "It would be sooo cool!" Ollie sighed in relief over (Y/n)'s response.
  "Good! Because, poppet, me and François are getting married!" Ollie gleamed.
  "Does this mean I have to call François 'Daddy', like you did last night?"
  "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT" Ollie and François did a spit take.