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America, England, and Sealand x Abused!Child!Reader
“Up you go!”
_____ squealed in delight as Alfred hauled her up onto his shoulders, giggling when she was set safely on them. He swung her around for a moment, causing her to laugh more, until she screamed cheerfully, “Stop it! Stop it!”
Chuckling himself, Alfred discontinued his moving and set _____ back on her feet. Peter took her hand and ran down the sidewalk with her––until she tripped.
“_____!” Peter immediately stopped, bending down by her. “Are you okay?”
“Ouch. . .” The young girl pushed herself up to her knees and beamed at the boy. “I’m okay, Peter!” she replied as, ironically, a thin stream of blood flowed from her forehead.
“Waah!” Peter screamed, falling backward on the grass near the sidewalk.
“What happened?” said Alfred from his spot several yards away.
Peter looked at him, his eyes wide, and shakily pointed to the girl near him. “_-_____. . ._-_____’s b-bleeding. . . !”
Alfred blinked, then couldn’t help but laugh when he noticed her injury. “You’re getting all freaked out over a little scrape––”
“_____!” Arthur dashed from his place on the park bench toward _____. He knelt down and gently took the girl’s face in his hands, examining the wound. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”
_____ smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Arthur! I don’t feel anything!”
Arthur blinked, but sighed and stood up, taking up _____ and placing her on him for a piggy-back ride. “Come on. I think it’s time we got home anyway.”
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“You need to be more careful, you two.”
“We’re sorry.”
“And you shouldn’t run on the sidewalk. You could end up more scraped up than this.”
“We’re sorry.”
Arthur turned away from _____’s bloodied forehead to glance irately at Peter. “Don’t be sorry,” he started in a very parental tone. “Be careful.”
“Yes, Arthur,” said Peter, looking down at the floor. He stood from his seat and walked with Alfred to the kitchen.
“Y’know,” commented Alfred before he went into the kitchen, “maybe you should try for a little less reprimanding.”
Arthur blinked at his brother. His face suddenly reddened in exasperation, and he threw the washcloth in his hand at him. The dirty-blonde just dodged the hit and laughed as he left the room.
Arthur sighed gruffly, and retrieved the washcloth. He returned next to _____ and began once again tending to her wound. “Those two,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “They’re impossible.”
“Well, they’re not that bad, are they?” said _____, watching Arthur’s hands work diligently directly above her eyes. “They did take me home with them.”
Arthur paused, his hands freezing in their place. After a long moment, his face suddenly softened, and he sighed deeply. “Yes. Yes, they did.” He looked at the girl before him and slowly cleared his throat. “Well, then.” He took a bandage from the table and carefully stuck it over the now cleaned scrape. “There. All done.”
“Wait!”
“What is it?”
_____ pointed to the new bandage on her forehead. “You have to kiss it, too. So it can get better really fast.”
Arthur blinked, then smiled. He laughed softly. “Alright.” He leaned over and, taking her face in his hands, gently kissed _____’s bandaged forehead. “There,” he murmured, a smile still on his lips. “May all your wounds heal quickly.”
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“Happy birthday, you two!” Alfred grabbed Peter and _____ with one swoop and tightly hugged them both.
“Ah! Big Brother Alfred!” said _____. “I can’t breathe!”
“Agh, me neither!” squeaked Peter.
“Oh! Sorry!” The young man smirked and put the two back down.
_____ giggled. “It’s okay!”
“Good.” He reached behind him and took a large box from beneath the table. “‘Cause I got a present for you~!”
A knock at the door interrupted the group, and Arthur stood from his seat and said, “I’ll get it.” He headed for the front door, the others ultimately following him.
Arthur unlocked and opened the door, blinking at the slightly older man standing on the porch. “Can I help you?” he said.
The man looked down, his eyes widening at the sight of _____ cowering behind the Brit. He looked back at Arthur, his expression now somewhat angered. “Yes, you can help me. I’m that young girl’s father, and I’ve come to take her home.”
America, England, and Sealand x Abused!Child!Reader
“Up you go!”
_____ squealed in delight as Alfred hauled her up onto his shoulders, giggling when she was set safely on them. He swung her around for a moment, causing her to laugh more, until she screamed cheerfully, “Stop it! Stop it!”
Chuckling himself, Alfred discontinued his moving and set _____ back on her feet. Peter took her hand and ran down the sidewalk with her––until she tripped.
“_____!” Peter immediately stopped, bending down by her. “Are you okay?”
“Ouch. . .” The young girl pushed herself up to her knees and beamed at the boy. “I’m okay, Peter!” she replied as, ironically, a thin stream of blood flowed from her forehead.
“Waah!” Peter screamed, falling backward on the grass near the sidewalk.
“What happened?” said Alfred from his spot several yards away.
Peter looked at him, his eyes wide, and shakily pointed to the girl near him. “_-_____. . ._-_____’s b-bleeding. . . !”
Alfred blinked, then couldn’t help but laugh when he noticed her injury. “You’re getting all freaked out over a little scrape––”
“_____!” Arthur dashed from his place on the park bench toward _____. He knelt down and gently took the girl’s face in his hands, examining the wound. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”
_____ smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Arthur! I don’t feel anything!”
Arthur blinked, but sighed and stood up, taking up _____ and placing her on him for a piggy-back ride. “Come on. I think it’s time we got home anyway.”
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“You need to be more careful, you two.”
“We’re sorry.”
“And you shouldn’t run on the sidewalk. You could end up more scraped up than this.”
“We’re sorry.”
Arthur turned away from _____’s bloodied forehead to glance irately at Peter. “Don’t be sorry,” he started in a very parental tone. “Be careful.”
“Yes, Arthur,” said Peter, looking down at the floor. He stood from his seat and walked with Alfred to the kitchen.
“Y’know,” commented Alfred before he went into the kitchen, “maybe you should try for a little less reprimanding.”
Arthur blinked at his brother. His face suddenly reddened in exasperation, and he threw the washcloth in his hand at him. The dirty-blonde just dodged the hit and laughed as he left the room.
Arthur sighed gruffly, and retrieved the washcloth. He returned next to _____ and began once again tending to her wound. “Those two,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “They’re impossible.”
“Well, they’re not that bad, are they?” said _____, watching Arthur’s hands work diligently directly above her eyes. “They did take me home with them.”
Arthur paused, his hands freezing in their place. After a long moment, his face suddenly softened, and he sighed deeply. “Yes. Yes, they did.” He looked at the girl before him and slowly cleared his throat. “Well, then.” He took a bandage from the table and carefully stuck it over the now cleaned scrape. “There. All done.”
“Wait!”
“What is it?”
_____ pointed to the new bandage on her forehead. “You have to kiss it, too. So it can get better really fast.”
Arthur blinked, then smiled. He laughed softly. “Alright.” He leaned over and, taking her face in his hands, gently kissed _____’s bandaged forehead. “There,” he murmured, a smile still on his lips. “May all your wounds heal quickly.”
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“Happy birthday, you two!” Alfred grabbed Peter and _____ with one swoop and tightly hugged them both.
“Ah! Big Brother Alfred!” said _____. “I can’t breathe!”
“Agh, me neither!” squeaked Peter.
“Oh! Sorry!” The young man smirked and put the two back down.
_____ giggled. “It’s okay!”
“Good.” He reached behind him and took a large box from beneath the table. “‘Cause I got a present for you~!”
A knock at the door interrupted the group, and Arthur stood from his seat and said, “I’ll get it.” He headed for the front door, the others ultimately following him.
Arthur unlocked and opened the door, blinking at the slightly older man standing on the porch. “Can I help you?” he said.
The man looked down, his eyes widening at the sight of _____ cowering behind the Brit. He looked back at Arthur, his expression now somewhat angered. “Yes, you can help me. I’m that young girl’s father, and I’ve come to take her home.”
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