Papa!Wales x Child!Reader - Welsh Lullabies

You were sat on your father’s lap, listening to him regale the story of ‘The Three Little Pigs’ for the third time that night. It was quite obvious that you were exhausted, but you were loath to fall asleep, since your father, Wales, had to leave for a business trip tomorrow. Apparently, he had to travel to England to speak with his brothers, England, Scotland, and Ireland, over a new law that was going to be passed. So, you wanted to spend as long as possible with him.



Wales brushed a piece of his messy hair behind his ear and read the final line of the book. After he had, he closed it softly and placed it on the table next to his chair and felt you begin to nod off against his chest. He smiled warmly and gently gathered you into his arms and stood up. As soon as you felt movement, though, you had woken up and clutched his arm with a low call of “Noooooo…”



Wales grinned and started walking to your bedroom so you could get some rest. “You know that you need some sleep,” he chided softly, opening the door with his free hand.



“But I wanna stay up with you,” you argued, shaking your head softly. “You ‘gon be leaving soon.”



Wales frowned. “I know. But you’re going to stay with Miss Hungary, and she promised that you could bake cookies, remember? Besides, I’ll only be gone for a few days.”



“But I’ll miss you.”




“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”




You curled up under your blankets and looked up at your father tiredly. “I don’t want you to leave.”



“I don’t want to go, either. But you need to be a big girl about this.”




“But who will sing me a lullaby?”




“I’m sure Miss Hungary could, if you asked her nicely,” Wales responded, sitting down on the edge of your bed.




You sighed, but nodded nonetheless. “Okay. When will you be leaving, papa?”




“I’m going to leave once Miss Hungary gets here. That should be in… about a half an hour.”




You nodded. “Can you sing now, please?”




Wales smiled and ruffled your hair.





“Hunan blentyn, ar fy mynwes
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon
Breichiau mam sy'n dyn amdanat
Cariad mam sy'n dan fy mron
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun.
Ni wna undyn a thi gam
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.



Huna'n dawel hana huna
Huna'n fwyn y del ei lun
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenum
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu
Arnat yno'n gwenu'n lion
Titha'u'n gwenu'n ol a huno
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron.



Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gurdda, gurdda ar y ddor
Paid ag ofni ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y mor
Huna blentyn nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw
Gwena'n dawel ar fy mynwes
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.”



As his soft lullaby came to a close, you quietly murmured, “I love ya, papa.”



You fell asleep almost immediately after that, while Wales stood up to start loading his bags into his car. “Love you, too.”



Little did you know, Hungary stood outside of your room with her ear against the door, listening to your father’s smooth voice the entire time. She grinned widely at Wales as your bedroom door opened. “Well aren’t you a softie?” she asked, grinning hugely.



Wales rolled his eyes. “You know, you’re going to sing for her while I’m gone. By the way, (f/n) expects breakfast the minute she’s downstairs. Orange juice and toast, with a small side of eggs. And don’t let her have too much sugar, she’ll get really hyper and won’t sleep for hours. She shouldn’t go outside without telling you, so you don’t have to worry about that…”



As Wales’ list of instructions grew, Hungary could only smile as she thought about how lucky you were to have such a caring father that would go to such lengths for you.