England x Child!Reader
A tiny you, in a tiny world, your eyes only able to see the world around you, outside the window you can see children playing, the birds flying around careless and free. Unaware of your suffering, while the cats and dogs play their usual game.
While tiny you
are left all alone. In your little fish bowl that you've now called your home, Arthur has also deemed this tiny bowl your home. Arthur
The mere thought of the Englishman brought tears to your eyes, one day he would love you, and then the next day it was seemed that he despises you. Does he really hate you that much? Does he despise your existence that much? Does he hate how tiny you are?
Is he afraid to love?
Clutching the fabric of your cloak, crushing the material in your hands you felt tears falling out of your eyes, wait
why were you crying? You should hate Arthur! You have every right to hate the Englishman, for the way he's treated you, and how he speaks to you. How he neglects you when you need love, and comfort. How he always seems to leave the moment you need help, or the comfort of another the most.
You should hate him, you should hate Arthur. But
you just couldn't bring yourself to hate him.
it looks like he's in pain as well.
You could fee water pooling around your feet, your tear glazed eyes looking down at your feet. You could see that your tears had began to fill the small fish bowl, panicking you started to cry more, trying to climb out of the fish bowl, screaming for someone to help you, to save you.
Nobody could hear you, for your voice is too small. Clawing at the glass you continued to scream, to cry. Filling the fish bowl up even more, scaring yourself, wanting someone to save you. To come to your rescue, to calm your nerves and tell you that everything was okay
but still not one person could hear your voice.
That's when you remembered something
Arthur had broken the first rule in showing you affection. Allowing you to be around him
you'd become dependent on him, missing him when he was gone.
floating in the water created by your own tears you stared at the ceiling, reaching out with your hand to touch the ceiling that is still too far out of reach. You smiled
your hand sinking back underneath your tears, you mumbled.
"Bye, bye England."
Hands, strong hands were wrapped around you. Holding you close, you could hear someone's frantic voice, screaming at you, pleading with you to open your eyes. You could feel something warm hitting your cheeks, something moist. Slowly, slowly you opened your eyes, to see the pleading, tear stained face of Arthur; he hadn't taken notice that you'd open your eyes yet.
Crushing your small form against his cheek, you could feel his warm tears, moving your hands, you touched his cheek, placing your cheek against causing the Englishman to stop freaking out, and looking down at you with his tearful peridot eyes, smiling at him you placed your nose to his as you said.
"Tears, tears go away, please let Arthur smile today."