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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”

You dug your hand in, feeling around. Something smooth and paper-like was brought to your attention, and you brought it out of the bag. A leaf?

“That’s mine!” A soft voice cried out. “Uh…Russ—er, Ivan?”

A large man with platinum blonde hair several seats down stood to reveal a much smaller man in comparison, with blonde hair and a curl, underneath him. “Da, I am sorry little man.”

He had been sitting on the poor man!

The stranger stood and took several slow steps towards you. He looked more nervous than anything, but gave you a smile. “Hi. I’m Matthew Williams.”

“I’m (F/n) (L/N),” You mumbled back, face red from the tantrum earlier and meeting the man you were going to live with.

You heard a man squeal. “Mon fils has a fille!”

“Si, that makes you a grandpa Francis!” A man with an accent you didn’t recognize exclaimed.

“Shut up Antonio!”

Matthew ignored them, smiling at you brightly. “I’ll take good care of you, okay?”

“Meeting adjourned,” The blonde man said, putting the bag back on the table for people to get their objects back. “Ze next meeting is in France.”

“Hononon!” A blonde, long-haired man laughed, who had the same voice as the person before. “I expect to see my niece there too, Mattie!”

“You mean granddaughter,” Antonio muttered, grinning widely.

“Bye, love!” Arthur took the jacket off of you, allowing your new caretaker to wrap his arm around your shivering form. “I’ll visit, alright?”

“Okay,” You allowed Matthew to pick you up, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

He gently took (B/n) off of your shoulders, holding it with one hand. “Do you want me to clean this bunny for you? It looks dirty, we can just—”

“DUDE! DOES THIS MEAN I’M AN UNCLE?!” Alfred exclaimed, making you flinch into Matthew’s chest.

“Calm down. Yes. And you’ll get to know her over the week.”

Canada was actually staying the week at America’s place, partly because of work, mostly because of “bro time.” The American Brothers hadn’t gotten much time to themselves over the past few decades, and even a week together was amazing. This was actually a good thing now, in Canada’s eyes, as he could take you to a real home first and give you what a hotel room (that most of the countries were staying in) couldn’t: space.

“Dude, that’s sweet! I promise ya bro, we’ll take care of her!”

“We?"

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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”

You dug your hand in, feeling around. Something smooth and paper-like was brought to your attention, and you brought it out of the bag. A leaf?

“That’s mine!” A soft voice cried out. “Uh…Russ—er, Ivan?”

A large man with platinum blonde hair several seats down stood to reveal a much smaller man in comparison, with blonde hair and a curl, underneath him. “Da, I am sorry little man.”

He had been sitting on the poor man!

The stranger stood and took several slow steps towards you. He looked more nervous than anything, but gave you a smile. “Hi. I’m Matthew Williams.”

“I’m (F/n) (L/N),” You mumbled back, face red from the tantrum earlier and meeting the man you were going to live with.

You heard a man squeal. “Mon fils has a fille!”

“Si, that makes you a grandpa Francis!” A man with an accent you didn’t recognize exclaimed.

“Shut up Antonio!”

Matthew ignored them, smiling at you brightly. “I’ll take good care of you, okay?”

“Meeting adjourned,” The blonde man said, putting the bag back on the table for people to get their objects back. “Ze next meeting is in France.”

“Hononon!” A blonde, long-haired man laughed, who had the same voice as the person before. “I expect to see my niece there too, Mattie!”

“You mean granddaughter,” Antonio muttered, grinning widely.

“Bye, love!” Arthur took the jacket off of you, allowing your new caretaker to wrap his arm around your shivering form. “I’ll visit, alright?”

“Okay,” You allowed Matthew to pick you up, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

He gently took (B/n) off of your shoulders, holding it with one hand. “Do you want me to clean this bunny for you? It looks dirty, we can just—”

“DUDE! DOES THIS MEAN I’M AN UNCLE?!” Alfred exclaimed, making you flinch into Matthew’s chest.

“Calm down. Yes. And you’ll get to know her over the week.”

Canada was actually staying the week at America’s place, partly because of work, mostly because of “bro time.” The American Brothers hadn’t gotten much time to themselves over the past few decades, and even a week together was amazing. This was actually a good thing now, in Canada’s eyes, as he could take you to a real home first and give you what a hotel room (that most of the countries were staying in) couldn’t: space.

“Dude, that’s sweet! I promise ya bro, we’ll take care of her!”

“We?"