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Taking Over: Part 5

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France, America, Canada, England.  FACE Family drabbles.

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England brushed a finger through a sleeping America's blond curl. It bounced back, resting against his head amongst it's fellows.  Absently he did this a few more times before turning his attention to Canada, who lay sleeping next to his brother, clutching his favorite stuffed polar bear.

They were lit softly by Arthur's bedside lamp, as were dozen or so storybooks and a document or two for later adult reading. England lay on his side, both boys tucked up against him sleeping soundly, like tiny angels. It was a peace unlike any he'd ever known.

If France had been there, he would have joked about liking them best when they were asleep; but it would have been a lie.  A small one, but nevertheless a falsehood. He loved them no matter what they were doing, arguably naps and bedtime gave him less gray hairs; but watching them learn and grow was definitely worth all the soiled shirts and broken dishes.

He brushed Canada's hair as he'd done America's, reveling in the softness. Downstairs he heard a door roughly open and slam shut followed by lots of spluttering. An eyebrow cocked at the unexpected violence shown to the door. He continued gazing down at the boys contemplating, while subconsciously following the footsteps in his mind. Slowly the foot falls trudged up the stairs, stomped into France's room and quieted. England felt a momentary urge to call out but resisted; there was no reason to bother him, nor did he want to wake the little cherubic nations.

England's eyes began to droop, as his head bobbed sleepily on his shoulders.  Just as he was about to succumb, and let the pillows have their way with him, a figure stepped into the room.

"Ah, 'ere is where you are." Francis' volume grew softer as he saw the sleeping kids. "'ow were they?"

"Fine." Arthur's eyes fought to reopen then tired their best to focus on the Frenchman, "how was your date?"
"Horrible, and zhe rain did not 'elp." France sat in the over-stuffed armchair next to the bed, eyeing the trio.  Arthur gazed down at his sleeping boys as well, his mind starting a new on his earlier thoughts.

"Francis?"

"Mm?"
"Where do you think they came from? The boys, I mean."

"I-" France shrugged, his mouth hanging open waiting for an idea to set it in motion.

"If they were normal babies, at least Canada would makes sense. Considering all your ex-girlfriends, affairs, trysts, and one night stands."  Francis rolled his eyes but said nothing. "But they're like us, countries." There was an elongated pause as both considered this idea.

"Zere are records of nations being related." France's smooth voice slowly filled the silence, "Egypt and Greece speak of zhere mozhers. Italy goes on and on about his Grandfazher. And Ludwig and Gilbert are siblings; as are Russia and his sisters." France finished his list by sitting forward and resting his chin on steepled fingers, gazing interestedly at his counterpart.

England said nothing, his face was serious as he continued to watch the toddlers, still running over their downy scalps with his fingers.

"Does knowing where they came from make you love them any less, Mon amie?"

"Of course not." England flared at the assumption.

"Then does it matter?"

"Matter? Of course it matters! What if they are taken away? What if one morning we awake and they are gone?"

"That will happen eventually, regardless of zhis knowledge."

"You know what I mean, Frog!" Canada stirred at England's raised voice, which enlisted all manner of soothing noises to issue forth from the older man. At that moment France got up out of the chair and knelt at the bedside.

"Et will not 'appen."

"And you can be so sure." England whispered scathingly.

"Of course," He smiled as he gathered up Mattheiu in his arms.  "Because I for one, will not let et! Will you?"

Naturally he wouldn't; it was absurd to think that he'd let anyone take away his children.  He would never let them go, not for anything.
Welcome to the not so favorited drabble. I just don't know what went wrong! It has the same cast, the same premise, the same tone.. and in pieces it works great, but as a whole

... ick...

Oh well, it does have a few redeeming qualities. Such as: Plot.

It's peeking out, just a wee bit, right there, can you see it?

No? Ok well, it also has England and France being nice to each other, hows that for awesomeness?

Ya, I like them best when they are being snarky to each other too.

Ok, so it just has plot. Tell ya what I'll quickly up load 6 and 7, hows that? Happy? Please say so in the comments.

Oh! btw I love LOVE favorites, but please comment too. And if you have an idea for a drabble, or just want to see another country join the fun, let me know. My plot is very fluid, I can make it do whatever I want.

Hetalia is not mine, nor will it ever be, these stories were written for fun, and no profit is being made off of them.

Part One: [link]
Part Two:[link]
Part Three: [link]
Part Four: [link]
Part Five
Part Six: [link]
Part Seven: [link]
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their gonna get kidnaped