EnglandxChild!Reader - Age Is Important

"This is-a so stupid! There's-a no point in having the ragazza pick. Has she not-a told us she doesn't remember any of us?" The man with topaz eyes huffed.

"Romano is right, aru. How is this going to work?" A girl in a red dress pointed out.

"That's it, I'm taking (f/n). This is my mistake and I will take care of it." The man with the funny eyebrows picked me up again. I rubbed my hands against his face, touching his furry eyebrows. He only seemed slightly annoyed at my actions that time.

"Well, dude. I'm not gonna say I feel sorry for you, because I don't. You deserve all the eyebrow petting you get." The loud blond from earlier commented. I focused my attention to the Englishman holding me. I placed both my hands on his cheeks, staring at him seriously. My actions must have startled him, because he jumped.

"What is it, poppet?" He questioned. I said nothing and continued to stare at him. He looked very confused. "Is there something wrong (f/n)?" I puffed out my cheeks as I kept focusing. Until, I remembered.

"Iggy." I said firmly, squishing his face together. The loud blond roared up into laughter.

"No! Alfred, shut your mouth!" The loud blond snickered and shook his head. "(f/n), my name is Arthur-" He paused. "Wait, you remember my name?"

I nodded and continued to play with his eyebrows. "Iggy."

"Ah, well at least she knows one of us, non? 'Ow convenient for you, Angleterre." The Frenchman snorted. The man holding me sighed and shifted me to his hip.

"Vell, I'm sure you'll be vanting to take care of (f/n) now, yes?" The German grumbled. I peeked through Iggy's hair and stared at his stern features with awe.

"Indeed."  I yawned quietly. "I'm sure she's had a full day herself." He smiled at me and gently patted my head.

"Zhen you are all dismissed. Zhe next meeting will take place in London."

With those final parting words, everyone began to collect their things and file out of the conference room. A few people waved at me as they walked out the door. I didn't really know any of them, but I waved back. Just as Iggy had finished putting away his papers, the loud blond from earlier came over. He didn't look very happy.

"Yo, England? Are you sure about this?"

"What on Earth are you going on about America?" Iggy sighed, pushing a folder into his briefcase.

"I'm talking about, you know, raising another kid. Are you positive you can handle that again?" The man, supposedly named America, asked with concern on his face. Iggy stopped. He didn't seem too thrilled about the conversation they were having.

"You know what, America? I may not have known everything when I decided to raise you, but I know I did everything I could. This is only  temporary thing and I'm sure (f/n) will be able to learn common manners better than you." Iggy growled defensively, snapping his briefcase shut. "And I don't need your snide comments keeping me from focusing on (f/n). So kindly take your daft opinion and shove it."

America still seemed concerned as Iggy picked up his briefcase and walked away. I didn't like seeing either of them frown. Though, Iggy did wear it better than America. I looked over Iggy's shoulder and waved at him. He smiled slightly and waved back.

~*~*~*~Le sexy time-skips of France~*~*~*~

"Iggy?" I asked quietly, peeking through the doorway curiously. The blond Englishman was sitting with his back facing the door, his shoulders hunched over. I could tell he wasn't the happiest at that moment. He didn't even turn around when I said his name. The darkness of the room was only adding to the sad feeling I got when I looked at him.

Once we'd gotten home and eaten dinner, he had sat me down in front of the television to watch some show about a time traveling man in a blue telephone box. He said he would be right back, but every time I looked at the clock, more and more time would be passing. I was fairly worried by the time the clock had said a half an hour had passed. I was still worried about him now that I knew where he was, but only more so now.

Having a sad Iggy didn't seem like any fun. I wanted him to be happy again and tell me more about the green bunny he was talking to in the car. Suddenly, I remembered the room I passed down the hall. With an idea in my head, I quickly and quietly took off down the hall. I hoped up on the comfy chair by the desk and I began opening some drawers. It was frustrating for a few minutes, but I was soon able to find a bunch of markers and some blank paper. I smiled and got off the chair, only to take off down the hallway again with my supplies.

Once I was back downstairs and sitting at the table I laid out my paper and opened up a marker. I stopped when I realized I had no idea what I was gonna draw. I placed my face in my hands and stared at the paper. The noise from the T.V drifted up beside me as the telephone box made weird sounds. With my focus shifted, I picked up a blue marker and started to draw what was on the screen.

~*~*~*~La tomato time-skips of Romano (CHIGI!) ~*~*~*~

"Iggy, Iggy, Iggy!" He turned around as my squealing shattered the silence. The Englishman looked relatively surprised as I shoved my colorful paper in his face. "Look it! Look at what I drew!" I grinned proudly as he took the paper from my hands.

Scribbled in various colors was the telephone box, me, Iggy, and the time traveling man from the T.V with a bright sky and lots of trees. He inspected the drawing closer and chuckled slightly.

"My (f/n). I didn't know you were such an artist." Iggy smiled down at me as he placed the paper on the bed.

"You like it?" I asked, motioning that I wanted to be picked up.

"Yes, it's lovely. I think you got my good side." He teased sitting me on his lap.

"Does it make you happy?"

He looked confused. "Well, yes. Why would you ask me a question like that, love?"

"Because you were sad, weren't you?" Iggy looked shocked. "Sad Iggy's aren't fun. They don't tell me about green bunnies."

"Oh, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to make you so worried about me. It's just..." Iggy shook his head. I frowned and placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Sad Iggy's aren't fun." I repeated stubbornly, pushing his cheeks up to simulate a smile. He pulled my hands off his face and chuckled.

"No, they aren't. It's a good thing I'm not sad anymore, then, eh?"

"Yay!" I clapped my hands. "Tell me about the green bunny! I wanna knoooooooooow~!"

"Alright, alright!" Iggy laughed as he set me down on the bed. "I'm sure Flying Mint Bunny would love to know that you take so much interest in him. Now, where is the little bugger?"

~*~*~*~ Many time-skips, much wow, so meme ~*~*~*~

"(f/n)! Hurry up, love! We're going to be late!" The Brit yelled up the staircase. I struggled into my dress quickly as I jumped around on one leg.

"I'm com- oof!" My face was well acquainted with the floor by the time Iggy had helped me up off the floor and fixed my dress.

"Are you alright poppet?" He asked as he gave me a once-over with his eyes. I rubbed my nose.

"Yes." He look relieved. "My nose hurts." Iggy gently rubbed the sides of my nose as he inspected it professionally.

"It feels fine."

"It huuuuuurts!" I insisted, stomping my foot.

"How about a band-aid and a kiss?" He offered. I smiled and nodded. "Alright, then. Finish getting dressed and I'll bring you a band-aid a while."

I struggled into some knee-high socks and a very proper looking plaid dress. Just as I had finished putting on my flats, he walked in with a box and some hair ties around his wrist.

"Sit on the bed, love. Let me do your hair." I obeyed with a giggle and just as he began to run his fingers through my hair I turned around and pouted. "What?" I stared at him. Realization took over his features and he picked up the box. "Oh yes, yes. Your band-aid."

I giggled again as he peeled open the blue band-aid and placed it across the bridge of my nose. He kissed my nose sweetly and I kissed his cheek in return. Iggy seemed baffled for a minute and blushed slightly as he told me to turn back around and sit still. I let him put my hair up into two pig-tails before I hopped off the bed.

"Right. Off we go, then, (f/n)!"