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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

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

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!Canada x Child!Reader - Canadian LullabiesYou looked in the kitchen, where your father, Canada, was sitting at the table, working.

"…Papa?"

He jumped a bit in his seat, startled. "O-Oh, it's just you, (f/n). Y-You should b-be in bed by now."

"I know, but I can't sleep. I was wondering if… you would sing to me."

Canada looked taken aback, but nodded. "O-Okay."

He walked over to you, holding out his hand. You grabbed it and started walking towards your room at the end of the hall. You crawled up into your bed and Canada wrapped the blankets tightly around you.

Canada paused. "W-What would you like me to sing?"

"… You remember 'Farewell to Nova Scotia', right, Papa?"

Canada smi

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!Japan x Child!Reader - Japanese LullabiesYour father, Japan, walked into the room and looked at you. "It's time for bed."

You glanced up from the puzzle that you and Taiwan were working on. "Okay." You turned toward Taiwan. "Could you visit again soon?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course. Now you should go get some sleep, though."

You nodded and took hold of your father's hand. You walked to your room and tucked yourself in. Japan sat at the foot of your bed. He was frowning, a far-away look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, father?"

His head snapped up. "Nothing."

You looked at him. He sighed and said, "You just… you look like you're so sad all the time. And I don't know what to do

Papa!Switzerland x Child!Reader - Swiss LullabiesYou were sat on Liechtenstein's lap, watching television while she brushed your hair. Switzerland was on outside, no doubt chasing after Italy, who had run across your back yard while trying to get to Germany. The sound of your father's shotgun had woken you up, and was keeping you from going back to sleep.

"I WILL KILL YOU! I SWEAR IT! I WILL KILL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD!"

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"

Lichtenstein sighed and put the hairbrush down. She knew how long this would usually last. Switzerland had kept her up half the night once while chasing a streaking Bad Touch Trio off of his property.

"Come on, (f/n)."

"What?"

"I'm going to ge

Papa!America x Child!Reader - American Lullabies"Papa?" you called softly, tugging on the fabric of America's pants.

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I-I had a nightmare. I want to stay in here with you."

He smiled and nodded quietly. "If that's what you want, my princess."

America was currently sitting at his desk, working through a stack of paperwork. He seemed to be getting double his usual amount of paperwork, which wasn't fun for either of you. America knew that you wanted to spend time with him, but he knew that he had to get his work done.

You crawled up onto his bed, snuggling under the covers. You tried to fall asleep, but after a few minutes, you huffed in annoyance and shifted

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

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

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

Mama!Hungary x Child!Reader - Hungarian LullabiesYour 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 an

Papa!Prussia x Child!Reader - MonstersPrussia sighed as you let out a squeak when he flicked off the light.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Don't turn off the light! The monsters will get me!"

He stifled a laugh. "Where are the monsters?"

"They hide in the dark! When the light goes off, they come out!"

"Don't worry. The monsters won't get you."

You looked at him strangely. "Why not?"

"Because we're going to monster-proof your room."

A few minutes later, Prussia was armed with a teddy bear, 'Monster- B-Gone' (some of Germany's air freshener and some glitter that he had mixed together put into a clear plastic spray bottle), 'Fairy Dust' (some sparkles and baby powder that he had

Norway x Child!Reader- Night Time FolktalesIt was one of those nights again.

It was one of those nights your father, Alfred F. Jones, was hosting a huge party. You hated the parties your father hosted. Everyone got drunk off the disgusting apple juice and all of the ladies in bathing suits would cling to your father like koala bears to a tree. Your father always had loud music playing, music so loud that you could hear it through the floorboards. You tried to drown it out of your mind, but you usually failed miserably. You had no choice, you would have to go downstairs and ask him to stop and turn off the obnoxious music.

You climbed down the carpeted staircase, and it disappointed

Papa!Spain x Child!Reader - Spanish LullabiesYou placed a basket of ripe, red tomatoes on the counter of the kitchen of you and Spain's home. It was the middle of harvest season, meaning that you and Spain were working hard to gather all of the tomatoes before they began to rot. It was a lot of hard work, but it was well worth it.

Spain stood at the sink, humming softly while washing off some of the tomatoes, the ever present smile still on his lips. You looked towards the table, where a feast set for kings was set: churros and paella. You let out a loud cry of happiness, causing Spain to laugh joyfully.

"Someone's hungry, aren't we, chica?"

"I've been harvesting the tomatoes all day

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Hungary smiled widely at your excitement. She had dug out a recipe for cookies from her country, and she thought that it was time for you to try some food from Hungary. Okay… maybe she just wanted cookies. But that wasn't the point. She wanted to spend some time with you, and you both loved cookies, so what was a better way to spend some time toget

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"Kesesese! You hit your head again, didn't you, West?"

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You looked up from your book, which was filled with colorful pictures of tropical fish. You were flipping through a rather large encyclopedia of fish and sea creatures, admiring the beautiful pictures of bright coral reefs and the amazingly unique animals.

"Why now?" you whined, clutching the heavy book close to your chest.

"Because it's after ten o'clock, and you aren't supposed to be up past nine," Seychelles explained, attempting to pry the book out of your fingers. After a few moments, you let go of the book, causing Seychelles to stumble backwards. She smiled cheerfully and giggled. "Come on."

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"Haha! That alien dude looks nothing like Tony!"

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Papa!Denmark x Child!Reader - Danish Lullabies

by ~Resistance33, Nov 13, 2012, 8:20:46 PM
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Both 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 wore and pulled him back down to his seat.

"She's my daughter. I'll put her to sleep."

"Whatever, Dane."

Denmark lifted you up easily, cradling you in his arms. He walked out of the living room, moving towards the stairs that led to the second floor. He climbed up them easily and opened your bedroom door with his foot. He placed you on your bed and tucked you in.

"Goodnight."

"Wait! Could you sing me a lullaby?"

Denmark paused. A lullaby? She hardly ever asks me to sing! He grinned that big, goofy grin that could make even the most cold-hearted person in the world crack a smile. "Okay."

Denmark sat on the side of your bed, near your feet. He started to sing.

"Den lille Ole med paraplyen
ham kender alle små børn i byen;
hver lille pige, hver lille dreng
han genner skælmsk i sin lille seng.

Dog vil han først paraplyen brede
og uskylds hygge om lejet sprede;
så vil i drømme den lille fyr
fortælle dejlige eventyr.

Han kan fortælle om stjerner klare,
om himlens hellige engleskare
og om den yndige, milde fe,
som alle børn vil så gerne se.

Og har om dagen de artig været
og kærligt fader og moder æret,
da kan så glade til sengs de gå
og drømme sødt om Guds engle små."¹

You were already asleep by the end of the song. Denmark grinned, but softer than his usual one.

"Jeg elsker dig, (f/n).² I will be an awesome father, no matter what Norway thinks."

Papa!Denmark x Child!Reader - Danish Lullabiesby ~Resistance33

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / General Fiction

Here's the Denmark edition of 'Lullabies' for

, who also gave me the awesome lullaby! Thanks!

1- The Little Ole with umbrella
he knows all the little children in the city;
every little girl, every little boy
he herd the roguish in his little bed.

However, he first umbrella wide
and innocence cozy on the bed spread;
then in dreams the little guy
tell wonderful stories.

He can talk about the stars bright
for heaven's holy angels crowd
and the lovely, gentle fairy,
that all children would like to see.

And have a day of good been
and loving father and mother honored
as can be so happy to bed they go
and dreaming sweetly of God's little angels.

2- I love you, (f/n).

Hetalia is not mine.
Neither are Denmark or Norway.
I don't own you.
But I DO own the story.

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~SuperQatarGirl Feb 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That was so adorable!

I was singing the song aloud to myself while reading this, and I was so happy when I saw that one of my favorite lullabies, from when I was a little kid, was the one he sang. Really made me feel like a kid again

Thank you so much!

~Resistance33 Feb 28, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you! I'm glad that I could bring back pleasant memories.

Getting feedback like this really makes my day. Thank you again!

~SuperQatarGirl Feb 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I should be the one thanking

It's always nice to remember all the times mommy sang you to sleep with Ole Lukøje and others, of course

~Resistance33 Mar 1, 2013 Student Writer

Really, there's no reason to be thanking me! I simply do what I love to do, and it's even better when I'm able to bring back a person's happy memories.

~SuperQatarGirl Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Having someone help you relive your memories is always something that should be thanked for

Almost like when you thank for a good meal

~Resistance33 Mar 1, 2013 Student Writer

Ah, I suppose that I know what you mean. If I really enjoyed something, it's best to tell the person that made it. Thank you, again!

~SuperQatarGirl Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome... again

~hottygirl101 Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yes, yes you will.
Prussia: "but not as awesome as me!"

~Resistance33 Feb 27, 2013 Student Writer

No one is as awesome as Prussia. :3

~dearbealovedquietcan Feb 23, 2013

i would enjoy it forever~ ^^ I wish my dad did this.. ^^

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