Vati Germany x Reader Part Two

“Now, (y/n), I need you to be on your best behavior. Do you understand? And you can’t wander off on your own. You are to stay by my side at all times. Understand?”


“Yes Vati.” Your (e/c) thoroughly searched the exquisite building. Standing currently in the lobby, you looked up when you heard the faint ding of an elevator. Beautiful trimmed plants lined the hallways. The room was covered in reds and gold. The carpet had a complex diamond design with small yellow flowers. Faintly in the distance, yelling could be heard.


Germany was observing you with a fond look in his eyes. It didn’t help that you looked absolutely adorable while munching on your cookies. He loved how bright your eyes shined when you discovered something new. He felt his heart pick up its pace as you giggled at the way the air conditioning lifted your pigtails. His wonderful daughter, his only reason for living.


He motioned you over, and bouncing slightly, you made your way to your father.


“I’m going to sign us in right now. Don’t move.”


Nodding, you turned when you heard a scream. It was from the last room down the hall. You took a quick glance at Germany, noticing he was ignoring you. You quickly made your way to the door. Stepping up on your tiptoes, you pulled the handle down. The entire room stopped.


In one corner, there was a long haired blonde guy fisticuffing with a man who had a forest growing above his eyes. Some dirty blonde man was frozen in a superhero pose while who you recognized as Japan was snapping pictures. And then, in a quick blur, everyone began to bombard you. One of them picked you up and everyone oohed and awed.


You kicked quickly and they put you down. And then the pinching began. A Chinese man kept repeating cute aru and a Spaniard crooned over your soft cheeks.  The hero blonde then proceeded to bounce you over and over again until you thought you were going vomit. They finally put you down and dispersed when a giant wearing a scarf loomed over you.


Now’s probably a good time to find Vati, you thought. You went through every ones legs trying to find your Germy. You were starting to worry when no one had a familiar face. It quickly turned to panic when everyone began to move to their appropriate seats. The tears were about to fall over when you saw a firm back and blonde hair.


Running to the man, you stopped completely when he glanced towards you. He was seated, and looked very lonely. His blonde hair was down, some covering his eyes. Professional glasses were placed on top his nose. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than your fathers. But that glare looked too similar to Germy’s.


“Why are you all alone?” you asked.


He gave you a long stare and took a breath before answering. “Most people are scared of me.”


Patting his knees you said, “You’re not scary. You look like Vati. Want a cookie.” Holding up your cellophane bag, you watched as the Swede fit his hand and grabbed one.


The panic you felt before came back, but this time because your father was quickly making his way to you. His steps were loud and fast-paced; it was absolutely terrifying.


“(y/n)! I told you to stay where you were!” Germany’s face started to take on a deadly tint of red.  “And now you’re bothering Mr. Sweden! Leave him alone and get to your seat!”


He gave Sweden an apologetic look and yanked at your arm.


“She wasn’t bothering me.” He said in a low voice. He waved at your vanishing form and gave you a rare smile.


You waved back while Germany kept dragging you towards his seat.


          ~During the break~


After an hour of bickering, nonsense plots, and a bit of crying on the Italian’s part, it was finally time for an intermission. Lucky for you, since you were starting to nod off. Yawning once again, you decided to get up and stretch.


“Psst.”


“Hey! Over here!”


You looked to your left, then to your right, but to no avail. A tap on your shoulder revealed your caller. He was a…little boy. A little boy dressed in a sailor suit. He had a forest growing above his eyes just like the other man. But, his eyes, they were, mean.


“You do know the real reason they brought you here, don’t you?” the boy asked.


“Uh huh, Vati wants me to meet all the countries.”



“You’re so stupid, aren’t you, little girl?”


Puzzled, you tilted your head sideways and suppressed the feeling of punching him in the throat like your father taught you. When stranger danger is applied, a kick to the groin cannot be denied, whispered an evil voice in your head. Giving him a sinister smile, you shook your head no.


“Your ‘Vati’ is trying to get rid of you. He’s fed up with you. Too bad none of the other countries wanna take home an annoying brat like you.”


A terrible feeling began to bloom in your stomach. Germy has been more irritable than usual. Plus, he’s been telling everyone about “how difficult it is to raise a child.”


“Where do you think he is right now? He’s going to get rid of you by the end of today!”


“No, he went to the bathroom.” You clutched your hands together and began to fidget. He couldn’t get rid of you, is that even legal?


“He’s going to…” he gasped and ran off when Germany showed up.


“Making friends already, (y/n)?” he asked with a smile.


You simply nodded, willing the tears to disappear. Tears show weakness, and Vati taught me to be strong, you miserably thought. Is this why your mother is gone? Is he really going to get rid of you? But he loves you, doesn’t he?