England x Child!Reader
Throwing the things he was carrying in his arms at the front door, Arthur walked towards his living room. Lying down on the couch, his eyes drifted over to a small little fish bowl, inside the fish bowl a small face stared back at him, sadness imitating from the small body, the beginning of a new country, which had been left alone for an entire week.
Picking himself up from the couch, Arthur made his way towards the small bowl. He could see that water had pooling up in the small fish bowl. So
(y_n) had been crying while he was gone? Once he'd stood right in front of your fish bowl, you threw your small hood over your head.
Hiding your brilliant (e_c) from him, the sharp stabbing pain of guilt stabbed at his heart. Leaning down to your level, Arthur gazed into the fish bowl; clear streaks of tears were falling from your eyes filling the bowl even more. Wanting to show you kindness, wanting to show you affection the English man had to stop himself from reaching inside the fish bowl to hold you close to his heart.
Hesitating mere inches away from the top of your hood; he removed his hand from your bowl. He has to remember what he was told about you, he was told to not show you any affection, not to randomly give you gifts, and not to let you grow up.
For the strange thing was
you needed love for your specific country to grow. Staring down at you, tears' glittering in his own eyes England tries to ignore what he was told, but his loyalty to the Queen is just as strong as his urge to comfort you, his orders on how to raise you resurfacing in his mind.
'Do not show (y_n) any form of kindness, for she needs love to grow. Now
we wouldn't want another America now would we England? You failed to keep him on a leash, so will you be able to keep (y_n) under your control?'
His peridot colored eyes glancing over the thin black notebook with instructions on how to raise you (if he were to suddenly for some reason forget), and his diary about his day to day life with you. Arthur felt his stomach do a disgusted flip, picking up the notebook he threw it across the room.
How could he be so willing to do this?! Does the Queen still have ill favor towards him because of what America did!? People could only be pushed so far before they would snap
and he'd pushed Alfred to the breaking point. Causing the young boy under his charge to revolt, and declare his freedom.
Turning away from you, Arthur leaned against the desk which your fish bowl was set upon. Would you hate him? An even better question, do you hate him? Do you already hate him for how poorly he's treated you?
.yes you probably already hate him. You probably hate his guts and you want him to die. After all
for the way he's been trying to neglect you for the five months he's had you under his care you probably do hate him.
The sound of small hands hitting glass caught Arthur's attention. Turning to see your small worried expression glancing back at him, tears welling up in your eyes not for how he's treated you, neglected you
but your tears
They were for him.
Pure and innocent tears of worry cascaded out of your (e_c) orbs, placing your forehead against the glass you tried to comfort him that way, a small simple and just as innocent smile graced your previously sad features. Wiping away the tears on his own face, standing up, holding you in the palm of his hand the English man walked towards the couch.
Curling up in a small ball, holding you close to his heart, forcing back the tears that threatened to escape from the carefully placed façade that he keeps around himself, the wall that he built up around his heart to raise you was slowly melting. It was being destroyed.
Placing your small nose against his, patting his forehead you mumbled. "Pain, pains go away. Please come back and torment England another day."
No matter how often he hurts you, you are able to read him, misunderstanding him at times, and crying. Trying to never let anyone into your heart, even if the two of you have to live like this
maybe some day the both of you will understand how to deal with the other.
Allowing the other to grow.