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bonnefoisTitle: Papa
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: France, girl!Canada
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 755
Author's note: kink meme: daddy!France & girl!Canada. Canada & America young in modern times solely for the cute.
France never would have thought he'd be the sort of person who handed out pictures of his adorable daughter. Of course, it'd proved an excellent come on, and he'd already scored several times this way, which made him love his darling little girl all the more, but that was beside the point.
Fatherhood was much harder than he'd have ever imagined. Just the other day he had caught a registered sex offender giving flowers to his little girl. He'd told the bastard that he'd shove ten thousand tulip bulbs, a windmill and a few girls in clogs for good measure all up his ass if he didn't step the fuck away, but the creep just smirked and went on smoking his pipe. Eventually he'd had to call in his bad friends to protect his daughter's virtue. Of course, they'd spent most of the time getting drunk and having a strip poker party, but he was fairly sure the guy didn't come near (though it was hard to tell, given how he'd blacked out near the end).
Canada had cried over that one and it really broke his heart. She was such a good girl, and she didn't understand why he was taking her new friend away from her. And even when he tried to explain that this was a bad man, she didn't believe him and said he had 'kindness in his heart.'
She was so innocent.
The truth was the reason why most people didn't see Canada was because France took their attention away. It was a hard thing, taking the fall for his little girl time and time again and dragging those countries into his bed—
Ok, it wasn't hard at all, and he was glad that his little girl had become the best wingman around and she didn't even know it. But still, he saw it as rather heroic, bedding any country that looked twice at his dear, sweet Canada.
Nowadays Canada would sit on his lap all through meetings and never make the sorts of fusses that her little hellion of a brother did. He never had to drag her out and give her a spanking like L'Angleterre did. Sometimes, she'd smile up at him and ask so politely to visit with Ukraine. She'd met Ukraine by accident, and despite the fact that Russia was always a little off and his sister was more than a little stabby, he'd let her keep up the friendship because those big innocent eyes looking up at him were just too much for him to resist. And she'd lean up and kiss his cheek and go Je t'aime, papa! and run off to play. Ukraine would snuggle Canada against her chest, and France would look at them and sigh happily. He hadn't even made advances on those lovely tracts of land, just in case Canada wanted her when she grew up. Certainly, she passed all inspections save for the relative one, but he could make exceptions. Land like that could make him overlook a lot of things. He hoped his little girl knew what a sacrifice he was making for her.
Ukraine, however was about the only one who he'd approved relations of. Everyone else was rigorously questioned. He'd even sternly looked at America and asked if he had incestuous thoughts of his sister – which lead to a very angry L'Angleterre informing him of America asking if they were incestuous, and after L'Angleterre had assured they were not incestuous, asking why not, and begging to be incestuous. Oh, children did say the damnedest things.
One day France knew she'd grow up and he'd have to let her have relations of her own without him holding her hand the whole time, and keeping them from doing anything naughty to her. Most would think that France would be the loosest father around, that he would let his colonies run wild, having relations with any country that would have them. Even France would have thought so, but Canada proved all this wrong. He suspected it might take a good four hundred years before anyone could pass the relations test, and even then they'd have to be thoroughly quizzed, pass the ruler test and survive a weekend with L'Angleterre, but he thought he could manage it.
France would settle for nothing but the best for his little Canada.
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: France, girl!Canada
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 755
Author's note: kink meme: daddy!France & girl!Canada. Canada & America young in modern times solely for the cute.
France never would have thought he'd be the sort of person who handed out pictures of his adorable daughter. Of course, it'd proved an excellent come on, and he'd already scored several times this way, which made him love his darling little girl all the more, but that was beside the point.
Fatherhood was much harder than he'd have ever imagined. Just the other day he had caught a registered sex offender giving flowers to his little girl. He'd told the bastard that he'd shove ten thousand tulip bulbs, a windmill and a few girls in clogs for good measure all up his ass if he didn't step the fuck away, but the creep just smirked and went on smoking his pipe. Eventually he'd had to call in his bad friends to protect his daughter's virtue. Of course, they'd spent most of the time getting drunk and having a strip poker party, but he was fairly sure the guy didn't come near (though it was hard to tell, given how he'd blacked out near the end).
Canada had cried over that one and it really broke his heart. She was such a good girl, and she didn't understand why he was taking her new friend away from her. And even when he tried to explain that this was a bad man, she didn't believe him and said he had 'kindness in his heart.'
She was so innocent.
The truth was the reason why most people didn't see Canada was because France took their attention away. It was a hard thing, taking the fall for his little girl time and time again and dragging those countries into his bed—
Ok, it wasn't hard at all, and he was glad that his little girl had become the best wingman around and she didn't even know it. But still, he saw it as rather heroic, bedding any country that looked twice at his dear, sweet Canada.
Nowadays Canada would sit on his lap all through meetings and never make the sorts of fusses that her little hellion of a brother did. He never had to drag her out and give her a spanking like L'Angleterre did. Sometimes, she'd smile up at him and ask so politely to visit with Ukraine. She'd met Ukraine by accident, and despite the fact that Russia was always a little off and his sister was more than a little stabby, he'd let her keep up the friendship because those big innocent eyes looking up at him were just too much for him to resist. And she'd lean up and kiss his cheek and go Je t'aime, papa! and run off to play. Ukraine would snuggle Canada against her chest, and France would look at them and sigh happily. He hadn't even made advances on those lovely tracts of land, just in case Canada wanted her when she grew up. Certainly, she passed all inspections save for the relative one, but he could make exceptions. Land like that could make him overlook a lot of things. He hoped his little girl knew what a sacrifice he was making for her.
Ukraine, however was about the only one who he'd approved relations of. Everyone else was rigorously questioned. He'd even sternly looked at America and asked if he had incestuous thoughts of his sister – which lead to a very angry L'Angleterre informing him of America asking if they were incestuous, and after L'Angleterre had assured they were not incestuous, asking why not, and begging to be incestuous. Oh, children did say the damnedest things.
One day France knew she'd grow up and he'd have to let her have relations of her own without him holding her hand the whole time, and keeping them from doing anything naughty to her. Most would think that France would be the loosest father around, that he would let his colonies run wild, having relations with any country that would have them. Even France would have thought so, but Canada proved all this wrong. He suspected it might take a good four hundred years before anyone could pass the relations test, and even then they'd have to be thoroughly quizzed, pass the ruler test and survive a weekend with L'Angleterre, but he thought he could manage it.
France would settle for nothing but the best for his little Canada.
