AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So this first story is about America finding a baby, short, sweet, and a little sad at the end. Reckless fluff ahead.

Disclaimer: Hetalia not mine. Nuh-uh.

"That bloody idiot is late." England griped as the members of world meeting, which at this piont was just a meeting of all the countries who are apart of the UN, stirred, waiting for their host to arrive. The United States of America, only superpower, and host of this particular meeting was fifteen minutes late. Bastard.

The room was loud and noisy, but that was to be expected when you kept 192 countries, most of whom hated eachother trapped in a confrence room. Most of these meeting were really just gaint battle royales. Britian wished he could say he didn't particate in such behavior, but it'd be a lie. He regularly wrestled with France, usually with other crountries throwing out bets on the winner.

"Maybe Amerika just ran into traffic, it is New York after all." France, speaking of the annoying bastard, shrugged.

"Don't you suddenly be on his side, you bloody frog! He's the damn host. He should be early-" England seethed, ready to launch head first into a long, painful rant about America's poor manners when the hamburger bastard final bothered to show the fuck up. Finally.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, dudes! I couldn't find a sitter-" America apoligized with his usual, cheery 'I'm the hero!' voice, but he was launched at by England, who had been spending the last twenty minutes preparing a rant.

"You bloody id- sitter?" England was suddenly stopped when he absorbed America's words. And saw what was strapped in a harness on America's chest. Low and behold, there was a baby. A teeny, tiny little girl with a red, white and blue bow tied to her little head. "WHERE IN THE HELL DID YOU GET A BABY!?"

Any nation that hadn't noticed America's enterance was certiantly looking now.

"Hey! Watch your pirate tongue, dude, there are innocent ears here." America said, covering the baby's ears. "And I'll have you know I found her."

"Found her?"

"Found her." America nodded. "I was walking around one night looking for a nice deli to have a bite at and I heard little Elle here crying out from the dumpster. And being the hero I am, I rescued her! That was two months ago, I'm her legal guardian and everything!"

Britian blinked owlishly.

"You've been hiding her for two months? How?"

"I wasn't hiding, you guys just don't visit! Canada knows!" America puffed up slightly, not unlike a bird.

"Who?"

"My brother, he's sitting right over there." America pointed to Canada, who waved a little. "It doesn't matter dude, we have a meeting to get going!" America marched forward, ignoring any further input from England.

The air of the room had changed, America didn't notice, by choice, but he still didn't notice, it was sad now. The other countries felt bad for little America. America hadn't been around as long as some of them, and he didn't have many close friends, so he wouldn't know. The others had seen situations like this before. Living as long as they did was tough sometimes, but it was especially tough if you wanted kids. But nation can't have children, so every few years something along the lines of what was happening with America happened and it always ended poorly. They knew he couldn't keep her, but no one wanted to say anything. Knowing America, this would be much worse then normal, with how emotional the American is. Oh well.

The first half of the meeting... happened, there was a little distraction in the form of a small baby, waking up and whining at her care taker, though she was soon silenced by a soft bouncing and small shushs. Plus the regular fights happened, but those were also ended very swiftly by the American. It wasn't very long intill they hit lunchtime and everybody filed out, except for America and a few others, the ones that were closest to America. Canada, England, Italy, France, Germany, Spain, Japan and China all hung back and made their way over to the American, who was putting together a baby bottle in a clumsy matter.

And yes, those are the ones America is closest with. They may have been in some altercations in the past, and they might not even all like each other that much, but they all bonded over their posistions as world powers, trade partners, and tourist destinations. But that didn't mean they like each other, no sir.

"Hey, dudes! You come to get a better look? I don't blame you, she's pretty cute."America grinned at his friends as he shook the bottle of formula and stuck it under his arm to warm it.

"Ve! She is, America." Italy bounded over first, his brother and Spain trailing behind him. He peered over America's shoulder, smiling brightly. "She is so adorable! Romano, come and look at her! Isn't she cute?"

"Eh, I guess she's pretty cute, nothing to write home about." Romano crossed his arms and did a small, half scowl. America knew that meant he liked her. "So, hamburger bastard, how are you liking raising a little bambina, eh? Is it nightmare?"

"What? No, she's pretty tame. The only times she gives me much trouble is at night. She doesn't like sleeping in the crib I bought for her, so she's sorta bunking with me." America chuckled, giving the little girl a bounce.

"So you name her Elle, right? Why'd you name her that?" England asked as he got a closer look.

"I dunno, she looks like an Elle." America shrugged a shoulder. "And she seems to like the name."

"How old is she?" France asked, naturally getting unnaturally close and tickling the baby under the chin. "And I agree, she is very cute."

"She's six months old. Or around that. I'm not sure. She didn't really come with a birth certificate." America pondered for a second before looking embarrassed. He plucked the bottle from his pit and popped it into her little mouth. She quickly started to suck the formula down. "Oh, there we go." He chuckled.

"She is a very good eater." Germany murmured, tilting his head a little.

"Yeah, she is. You should see her with regular baby food. Its halarious, especially if she isn't focused on eating and she-" America saw the questioning looks the others were giving him and stopped himself. Now was a good time to read the situation, he decided. "Uh, yeah, dude, she's a great eater."

"Well then, you wouldn't mind if someone else feed her then. Go on, hand her over." England held out his arms to receive the child. America looked reluctant. "Aye, don't look so bloody unsure! I can feed a baby, I raised you didn't I!?"

"England, you left me alone for months at a time, and then you literally abandoned me for nearly a decade. I'm not sure you should be boasting your parenting abilities." America said with a flat look.

"Give me the baby."

"Alright, alright, no need to get pushy." America huffed, slidding the child over. "I need to eat my lunch anyway." He strolled over to his baby bag (not a purse) had pulled out a sandwich.

"Oh, no burger today?" France teased, the others snickered.

"Nah, I was running late so I didn't have time to make one or buy one, so I made me a sandwich, bolona and cheese. Want some?" America lifted the sandwich towards him, France flinched away.

"No thank you!"

"Good, I wasn't going to share anyway." America lifted a shoulder and bit into his sandwich.

"By the way, America, does little Elle like the blanket I gave her?" Canada said, suprising America slightly before he smiled at his brother.

"Yeah, she loves it. But does everything that comes from your country have maple leaves on them, bro?" America snorted. Canada had gifted them a small baby blanket with maple leaves printed on them.

"Pretty much, eh." Canada shrugged and America snorted with more laughter. It has then that America and Canada launched themselves into a conversation that was completely lost on the other nations. Must have been about some sort of north america thing.

At this time, little Elle was finally starting to take her attention away from her bottle and towards the one feeding her. The moment that she lay eyes on the nation, she broke out into a big ol' baby smile around her bottle before starting giggle.

"Her laugh is so cute!" Spain and Italy squealed, flailing around, you could practicly see the tiny cartoon hearts floating around them. Romano rolled his eyes at them.

"Aye, what are you laughing about, crumpet?" England smiled at the girl. It was at that moment, that America burst into laughter.

"Dude, she's laughing at your eyebrows!" America howled, almost keeling over with laughter.

"You little brat!"

"That's my girl!" America chuckled, plucking his new baby away from his old caretaker. "Alright, baby girl, time to burp." He said as he slung a burp cloth over his shoulder before propping her on his shoulder and starting to pat her back.

"Wow, America, I had no idea you were so good with chirdren." Japan smiled at his friend and America responded with his biggest hero smile.

"Of course I am! I love kids. Plus how could I not love this adorable little cuddle muffin, dude." America said before Elle let out a small burp and spit up a little bit. "There we go! You got any more for me? Got some more for Daddy? I know you do."

"I always thought you were ass, but you doing a good job with the small one." China said, and America was sure it was supposed to be a complement but everything China says sounds like an insult. "It a shame you can't keep her." The atmosphere of the room changed to one of sadness, America didn't notice.

"What do you mean?" America scoffed. "Of course I'm keeping her! I've loved her since I've laid eyes on her. I nursed her back to health, I wouldn't give her up for all the hamburgers in the world!"

"He's right, lad, you can't keep her." England sighed, placing a hand on America's free shoulder. America shoved it away by vigoriously jerking his shoulder. "Aye! Don't get all pissy with me! It's just the facts, America, you aren't mortal, you aren't a normal person, you're a nation. What would you tell her when she starts aging and you don't? Even if she does accept what you are, are you prepared to watch the child you raised wither and die of old age? Or worse?"

"N-no... Shut up! You can't make me do anything!"

They made him give the baby up.

Now of course, they did it on his terms, which meant going through the American adoption system, with America choosing the family his little girl went to. America was more serious about this then they had ever seen him when he wasn't on the battlefield. If he had found even one flaw with a family, they would be rejected. It took four months to find a family that meet America's rediculious qualifications. The kid eventually went to successful, upper-middle class late-thirty-somethings. America couldn't find anything on them, and he tried, oh he tried, but he couldn't.

The goodbye had been ugly.

"Alright, sweetheart, here are your new parents, they are your new Mommy and Daddy." America smiled before looking up to the new parents. "Remember, she likes chopped up pasta, but only the good stuff. Her Uncle Feli use to make it for her."

"We know, we read your email."

Your impossibly long email.

"She hates peas." America added. "And when you-"

"Alfred." England cleared his throat. "We should get going."

"Fine." America sighed before smiling softly at little Elle. "Bye bye, baby."

Little Elle reached a tiny hand out and whined. America shook his head and back away. Elle started to cry out for her Papa. And well...

Long story short, England, France and Canada ended up having to drag a struggling America out of the house. And the tears. The Great Alfred Freedom Jones had been reduced to a puddle of quivering tears. A quivering puddle of tears that still broke France's nose when he was helping drag him across the yard. France only complained alot.

After they had gotten him calmed down they took him out for a drink.

A week later, America was smiling and acting just as cheerful and heroic as normal and all the baby junk was shoved away in his storage room with an old suit, a scratched gun, some old wooden dolls and all sorts of other painfully mermories that America never wanted to deal with again. At least intill spring cleaning.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Yo! So how did you like it? I promise the future bits will likely be more silly. And shorter. Or not. If I get a really sad prompt that I like.

Also, this is my first Hetalia thing, so I am still learning how to write the accents. So be easy on me, I'm learning, Also concider I'm not using a BETA, so there are tons of spelling errors, sorry.

Tell me your favorite part or line of this little story in a review! You can also leave me a prompt in a review or a PM if you like my style. Now I admit, I will likely favor requests for America, Canada, England, Japan or Italy stuff because they are my favs but I love all the characters so I'm pretty game. Just nothing to smutty, okay? I have standards XD