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Mama!Belarus x Child!Reader - Belarusian LullabiesYou leapt and let out a small yelp as another round of thunder began. Your mother, Belarus, sat on the edge of your bed, whispering that it was only a storm, that there was nothing to be afraid of. But you couldn't help to be terrified of the howling wind, rolling thunder, and the occasional bolt of lightning that lit up the dark room.

"Mama…" you sobbed.

"Shhhh… дзіця1, it's only a storm… everything will be fi-"

Belarus was cut off by a loud roar of thunder. The wind blew harder, and something smacked against the window, causing you both to jump. You let out a strangled sob of terror and clutched tightly to t

Mama!Fem!RussiaxChild!Reader: Mama Pt3

"Mama, would you please stop messing with my hair?" you asked. You were now sixteen and going on your first real date with Noah.
Your mother was in near tears, "But _________, I feel like you're all grown up."
"I am all grown up!" you whined. "That's why Noah asked me out."
"I feel like you're going to leave me," Anya whimpered. "You're going to get married and…and…wahahahahah!" Off again your mother went crying.
Finally the doorbell rang and you answered it smiling, but what you found wasn't your date…but Nikolai.
"AHHH!" you shouted and hid behind your mother.
"__________," Nikolai said in that creepy voice of his, "are you ready? We

Mama!Fem!RussiaxChild!Reader: Mama Pt2

"Don't worry ___________," said your mama, "not everybody is like Uncle Nik."
You nodded and reached up trying to get her to carry you, "Mama!"
Anya smiled down at you, "Do you want your mama to carry you?"
Nodding you tried to reach higher.
"Very well," she said and picked you up carrying you into the world meeting.
"Yo Russie, who's that little girl with you?" a young woman with golden colored hair ran over to you. you, being only three years old, shied away from her.
Anya smiled, "Hello Miss. America, this is my daughter ____________."
America looked at you, "She's so fricken cute, dude let me hold her!" The loud woman reached out f

Mama!Ukraine x Child!Reader - Ukrainian Lullabies"(F/n)."

"Mama."

"You're up past your bedtime."

"So are you."

Ukraine, your mother, laughed. "I don't have a bedtime anymore!"

"Then why do I have one?" you said, pouting adorably.

"Because you're too young. When you get older, you can stay up later."

"But-"

"If you go to bed now, I'll sing 'Котику Cіренький'1 for you."

You looked up sharply. That was your favorite lullaby from your childhood. You wanted to stay up late, but you wanted your mother to sing to you, too. You could only have one…

You looked at your mother and held up your arms, silently

Papa!Finland x Child!Reader - Finnish LullabiesYour Papa, Finland, picked you up and balanced you on his hip. "Well, sweetie, it's time for bed."

"Noooooo!" you whined.

"Come on, honey, you know that you have school tomorrow."

"But I'm not-"

"No 'but's', (f/n)."

You huffed indignantly. "Papa, I'm not tired!"

He smiled. "If you want, I'll even sing you a lullaby."

This made you brighten up immediately. You loved your Papa's soft voice, especially when he sang in Finnish. It carried clearly, but still remained quiet at the same time. The way he could hold a note was mesmerizing, and could make even the tensest person in the world relax.

Finland knew that he had you there. You loved

Mama Ukraine's wrath .:Mama!UkraineXchibi!reader:.It was a sunny day, and you were out with your mama Yekatrina, or as others called her Ukraine.
"Oh (name)! Come on we must go to meet up with uncle Ivan for lunch! You'll get to play with Latvia!" Mama yelled out to you as you played in the wheat fields.
"Coming mama!" You yelled back and ran to her arms. She lifted you up (even if her back would hurt later).
"Oh (name) you're so filthy. We'll have to wash your face," Your mama said taking you into the house and sitting you onto the counter, "And Uncle Ivan bought you a dress. He sent it over for you to wear today."
"Really?" You asked excitedly.
"Yes, now hold still." Your Mama said rubbin

Mama!Fem!RussiaxChild!Reader: Mama

Anya looked out the window and watched as her brother finally left. "M-Mistress Anya," Lithuania stuttered, "d-do you need anything."
Smiling she turned to her, "Some vodka would be nice."
Lithuania only shook more and ran off after saying, "Yes mam!"
The female personification of Russia sighed as she watched her maidservant run away. Even in this big house, living with her three maids and two brothers she still felt lonely. Everyone was afraid of her. Dmitri and Nikolai were starting to become even more independent and the Baltics were far too afraid of her.
She remember the good old days when she was a child. Even though she was a count

Mama!Belgium x Child!Reader - Dutch Lullabies"Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen
Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen
Oren, ogen, puntje van je neus
Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen!" 1

Your mother, Belgium, sang while tapping the top of your head, your shoulders, knees, and toes to when she said those words in the song.

You giggled happily and hugged her knees.

She smiled down at you. Then again, when isn't she smiling? "Come on, it's late! You need to go to sleep!"

"Awwwwwwww!"

Belgium laughed. "You need to get some sleep, (f/n)!" she said, lifting you up and carrying you to your room on the first floor.

She put you down and tucked you in under t

Papa!China x Child!Reader - Chinese Lullabies"Kaoru! Put (f/n) to bed, aru!" your father, China yells.

"Noooooooooo! Don't leave me alone," you beg.

"It's late."

"But Paaaappppppppaaaaaa!"

Just then, Japan walked into the room. "Kaoru went to go see Iceland. He left a few hours ago."

China sighed and lifted you up. "Okay, aru, I will, then."

Japan nodded and went back to work.

China carried you up to your room. He placed you onto your bed and lifted the covers so that you could crawl under. After you did, he tucked you in. He turned to leave, but your arm shot out and grabbed his sleeve.

He looked over at you. "What is it, (f/n)?"

You looked at him, fear in your eyes. "I don't

Papa!France x Child!Reader - French LullabiesYou walked silently toward the double doors that led to your father's room. You didn't know how he would react if you woke him up. He always hated being woken up, saying that he needed his 'beauty sleep.' You paused, extended your arm towards the doorknob, and contemplated what would happen if you went in there. He would either let you in and help you get back to sleep or send you back to your room. You could only hope for the first option.

You knocked quietly on the door and slowly opened it. "Papa?" you called out quietly.

"Hmmm?" came the sleepy voice of your father, France. "Qui a-t'-il, ma petite fleur?"1

"Je ne peux pas dormir,"2 you

Papa!Scotland x Child!Reader - Scottish LullabiesThey're fighting again, you thought watching your Papa, Scotland, and your Uncle Arthur argue at the kitchen table again. This was not new to you; in fact, it happened often. Your Uncle Arthur would visit, and every time, they would get into another stupid fight about the smallest thing.

Noticing you at the doorway, your Papa said a final "F' you, Arthur" before walking over to you and crouching down to your level.

"I thought ye would be asleep by now," he said, frowning.

"I was asleep. You two woke me up."

Scotland and England both looked embarrassed. Arthur muttered a quick apology while Scotland looked at you sadly.

"I'm sorry. But ye

Papa!Germany x Child!Reader - German LullabiesYou ran around the house, giggling madly. You were running from your papa, Germany, because it was bedtime. Well… no one likes bedtime, right? Right. So you were running to hopefully find a place to hide-

"(F/N)! GET BACK HERE! IT'S TIME FOR BED! "

"No!"

Germany sighed and muttered a few choice words in German, making you pause. He apparently forgot that you spoke German fluently. "Papa! That's five Euros in the swear jar!"

He stopped talking immediately. "O-Oh, sorry."

You rolled your eyes and turned around, preparing to run. But just as soon as you were about to take off, Germany had already ran up to you and was crouching down

England x child reader x AmericaYou were a child of few words. England would often worry and encourage you to go out and make friends. Who was he kidding? He couldn't even make friends at all so you didn't really consider his advice. Well anyways...you would just stay inside the mansion most of the day.

"_____!" America said cheerfully. You said nothing. America smiled nervously and said, "uh nice to see you, too."

"Get out of my house you idiot," England exclaimed.

America then said, "ah England! I was looking for you!"
England rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Hmm nothing really, actually I just have nothing to do... My politics are completely boring in my

Papa!Denmark x Child!Reader - Danish LullabiesBoth you and your father, Denmark, laughed loudly at the cartoon that was playing on the television. Your Uncle Norway sighed.

"Shouldn't (f/n) be in bed by now?"

"Awwwww! No!"

Denmark blinked. "What time is it?"

"It's half-past nine."

Denmark turned around to look at you, his eyes wide. "You should have been in bed an hour ago! Aren't you tired?"

"Nooooooo…" Your words were slurred by the yawn that managed to get out, no matter how hard you were trying not to seem tired.

Norway sighed and made his way over to you, trying to lift you up. But before he could do that, Denmark had grabbed the back of the navy sailor suit Norway always wor

Sister!LiechtensteinXChild!Reader - German Lullaby"(F/n)?"

You jumped a little when you heard the soft, feminine voice that could only belong to your big sister, Liechtenstein. You turned around and saw her petite figure in the doorway. She was obviously tired.

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"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come down here to watch some TV."

She sighed. "Watching TV isn't going to make you sleepy. It's only going to make you less tired."

Your eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Now let's get you back to bed."

"Okay."

She walked over to you and offered her hand. You took hold of it and walked with her back upstairs to your room. You sat down on the bed an

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Mama!Hungary x Child!Reader - Hungarian Lullabies

by ~Resistance33, Nov 8, 2012, 5:15:30 PM
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Your Mama, Hungary, looked sternly down at you. "It's past eight o'clock. You should be in bed by now."

You looked up at her sadly. "Mama, I wanna stay up late with you!"

Hungary sighed. "Sweetie, you know that you have a bed time. And you know that you need your sleep. You're like a little crab when you stay up too late!" she said, pinching your cheeks.

You wrinkled your nose. "But Mama, why can't I stay up late with you?"

"Maybe you can when you're older. But for now, you're going to have to be happy with staying up until eight."

"B-But I'm not tired!" you said, the beginning of your sentence slurred by a loud yawn.

Hungary laughed and crouched down in front of you. "See, you're already tired!"

"No I'm not!"

Your Mama rolled her eyes and stood up again. "Listen , sweetie, if you don't sleep now, you can't watch any TV tomorrow."

You glared at her. "You wouldn't."

"You know that I will. Now, are you going to sleep now?"

"Fine, but you have to sing me a lullaby."

Hungary frowned. Since when did a six year old know how to argue like a lawyer? "… Fine."

You grinned triumphantly. Finally! While growing up, you mother had begun to sing less and less, and now she never sang, only if something traumatic had happened during the day.

You used to love when she sang for you. She would carry you up to your room, tuck you in, and sing softly until you fell asleep. The Hungarian lullabies she sang used to be your favorite thing that happened during the day.

Hungary grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs. You tucked yourself into bed after changing into a pair of pajamas.

Your Mama sighed softly and cleared her throat.

"Este van már alkonyul,
Nyuszi füle lekonyul.
Dorombol a kiscica,
Aludj te is, kisbaba!" ¹

You smiled tiredly. "Mama, your voice is really pretty! Can you sing some more?"

Hungary glanced at you. Really? Can I sing well? "Sure, hun."

"Tente, baba, tente,
a szemedet hunyd be.
Aludj, ingó-bingó,
kicsi rózsabimbó.
Alszik az ibolya,
csicsíja babája." ²

You were tired, but still wanted to see if you could weasel another song out of her before you had to sleep. "Mama… just one more? Please?"

A ghost of a smile alighted on your mother's lips. "Okay, sweetheart."

"Aki nem lép egyszerre,
nem kap rétest estére.
Mert a rétes igen jó,
katonának az való.

Nem megyünk mi messzire,
csak a világ végire.
Ott sem leszünk sokáig,
csak tizenkét óráig." ³

You grinned. "Köszönöm ⁴, Mama." As soon as you finished those words, you fell asleep.

Hungary smiled down at you before standing up. "Szívesen, (f/n). Én is szeretlek."⁵

Mama!Hungary x Child!Reader - Hungarian Lullabiesby ~Resistance33

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / General Fiction

Yay~! Two in one night! I'm on a roll!

So, anyway, here's a few lullabies sung to you by Hungary, one of my favourite characters in APH.

1- Night is just falling
The bunny's ears droop
The kitten's purring
Go to sleep you, little baby.

2- Sleep, baby, sleep,
Close your eyes.
Sleep, ingo-bingo
Little rose bud.
The violet is sleeping,
Sleep, baby.

3- Those who can't walk in step,
Won't get strudel in the evening.
For the strudel is very good,
It's for the soldiers.

We're not going too far,
Just till the fringes of the village.
We won't be there too long,
Just for twelve hours.

4- Thank you

5- You're welcome. I love you, (f/n).

Please tell me is I got any of the translations wrong.

Comments are appreciated, but not necessary.

Hetalia is not mine.
Neither is Hungary.
I don't own you.
But I DO own the story.