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Child! America X Reader


     “So, uh... (Y/n). I was wondering if you could do me a favor...” Arthur asked, walking with you to his house. You held your hands together at your back, tilting your head slightly at him.

     “What is it?” You answered, giving him a gentle smile.

     “Uhm, how do I say this? Have you met Alfred before?” He nervously said, while arriving at his place.

     “No, I haven't. Why? What seems to be the problem? Did something happened?” Arthur entered inside and so did you.

     “No, no, no. Nothing happened! I-It's just that, I wanted you to babysit him today.” You paused for a while, as the tensed British waited for your answer.

     “Sure thing, Artie. I look forward to it.” You smiled to him once again.

     “Thank you, (Y/n)!” He exclaimed.

     “What's the catch?” You smirked a little, he was taken aback at your sudden call.

     “What? There's no catch.” He sounded a bit unsure and anxious, you raised a brow at him.

     “Are you sure?”

     “Yes! Of course I am!” He argued.

     “Really?” You challenged him and he was about to snap.

     “Fine! There is. It's just that... he's  clingy of me.” He sighed in defeat. You elevated your hand and laid it on his shoulder.

     “If you can handle him, so do I. Okay?” You reassured.

     “Alright---”

     “Awthur!” A squeaky little voice cut him off, he emerged from a room as he clung onto the British's leg.

     How cute~! You thought. The little boy have bright blue eyes and is a dirty blonde. He even had a small cowlick, curled up on his hair. He closed his eyes, hugging Arthur's leg like there was no tomorrow.

     “Hello, Al.” Greeted Arthur, as he ruffled the boy's hair. Alfred opened his eyes and landed on you, he furrowed his eyebrows and hid himself from the blonde's leg. He frowned, glaring daggers at you.

     “Now, now, Alfred. Say hi to your babysitter.” Arthur mocked at you, puffing your cheeks a little. Still, Alfred remained silent.

     “Alfred... Your sitter is waiting.”

     “Don't worry, Alfred, I'm not going to bite. I'll just introduce myself instead,” You kneeled in front of the little boy, as you smiled at him vividly.

     “I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you!” Exclaiming, you ruffled his blonde hair, it was surprisingly soft.

     Alfred released his grip on his big brother's leg, eyes widening in admiration at your simple yet, beautiful smile. Blushing like an apple at your cheerful self, he began to be shy all of a sudden.

     “So, I'm going to go back, (Y/n). I still have a lot to do. I'll be back tomorrow, Kiku needed my help on something. Bye, take care you two.”

     “Going already?” Alfred said gloomily.

     “When will you be back?”

     “I promise, Al. I'll be back, I'm just busy that's all.” Arthur reassured, Alfred did nothing but, nodded in response.

     “Okay...” As soon as he said that, the door was completely shut, leaving a trail of frown on Alfred's lips. Poor thing.

     “Hey, Alfie. Do you want to eat? Maybe some batch of cupcakes can cheer you up?” You did your best to make him smile, but it was difficult, now that he's in this state. Nonetheless, he nodded.

     “Okay.”


~Some time later~

     You were good at cooking, better than Arthur, not that your bragging. Although, it was true, the British is worse than you. In the scale of a below average, average and above average, you were between normal and above. If you just practiced even more, you can call yourself expert at it. After all, you were influenced and got it from your mother.

     When the loud ding from the oven was heard, the batch of cupcakes was ready. You opened the oven and a faint smoke came out, the aroma went straight to your's and Alfred's nostrils, it was really delicious.

     His sad expression perked up abruptly. You took all of the cupcakes from the tray and gathered the decorating materials, mainly the vanilla-filled pastry bag and the other creative tips. You put down the plain cupcake on the kitchen counter where Alfred was, in front of him along with the decorating goodies and equipment beside the pastry.

     “Do you want to decorate your cupcake Alfie?” You asked, his face lit up and had shown his bright smile. He nodded cheerfully.

     “Mhm! Yes, please!”

     He took the pastry bag and squeeze it lightly, squirting some icing on top of the cupcake. As soon as he was finished, he presented it to you. It was the American flag. Wow.

     “That's amazing, Al! How'd you learn to do that?” You stared at it in awe, he shrugged.

     “How about you, (Y/n)?” You sweetly smiled.

     “I already did!” You showed him yours and it was a cute panda. He gazed at your decorated cupcake in astonishment, he gave you a massive grin.

     After that, you two ate your cupcakes together. Alfred loved your cooking and that made you happier to see him like that. You cleaned up the mess on the counter and washed the dishes, Alfred helped as well. You looked of the leftover cupcakes, and sighed.

     “(Y-Y/n)? Can I decorate a cupcake for Awthur?” Alfred squeaked, fiddling his index finger together.

     “You know what? Let's to do it together!”


~A little while later~

     You two were finished and put all your efforts to it, let's just hope that he'll like it. As time flies, the two of you played together in the living room, mostly running all around the house to catch the hyperactive American.

     It was already past Alfred's bedtime and should let him sleep right now. He took his bath and brushed his teeth. You guided him to his bedroom, tucking him under his warm blankets. You turned off the light of the lamp beside his bed.

     “Goodnight, Alfred...” You gently said to him. You were about to turn around and leave him but, he stopped you by grabbing your sleeve.

     “Can you sing a lullaby? I-I can't sleep.” You smiled down at him, his eyes were still wide as his energy earlier.

     “What do you want me to sing to you, Al?” You sat beside him, making him blush lightly.

     “Y-Your choice..” You thought of a good lullaby for Alfred and you did, but your voice was killing you. You weren't good as anyone would, nonetheless, sang the song.

     “When you try your best, but you don't succeed.
      When you get what you want, but not what you need.
      When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep...” You gently sang in low and soothing tone, the one that cam make anyone fall asleep.

     “Stuck in reverse~
      And the tears come streaming down your face...
     When you lose something you can't replace.
     When you love someone, but it goes to waste... Could it be worse?”

     “Lights will guide you home...
      And ignite your bones...
      And I will try to fix you~”

     You glanced downwards at the now sleeping Alfred, you removed a few strand of his silky blonde hair away from his relaxed face. You kissed his forehead and sighed, fixing his bed while walking off to his door.

     “Night, Alfie~!” You whispered, closing the door and leaving him in peace.


     

Lights will guide you home...
     And ignite your bones...
     And I will try to fix you...~