Mutation 101 HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia 7

Mutation 101
HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia 7

  You’d spent that day with Matt, enjoying it very much. He taught you a small amount of French in case you wanted to ever ask or request something of him and not want the others to know. Well, all but François wouldn’t know, and he could care less about you. You were just that kid that was just always kind of there in his eyes.

  Today was a new day though and you were playing with a baseball you’d found near Jason’s baseball bat. It wasn’t covered in blood or anything but it had writing on it which you never really learned to read. You were tossing it down the stairs until you threw it a bit too hard and it went flying. You were about to chase it went it hit Kasper square in the head. He quickly turned his head to you as you squeaked with fear. He then looked at the ball and bent down to pick it up. The large Russian then came closer and closer.

  You shut your eyes tight ready for impact when he just placed his large gloved hand on your head and held out the ball to you. “Try and work on your aim da?” he said and was that a smile? He never smiles! You squinted your eyes and little and saw the corners of his lips curved up slightly. Taking the ball you nodded.

  “danke for not hitting me.” You said as you looked down at your sock covered feet. He chuckled.

  “Why would it hit you? You’re like vodka. Always around and nice to have.” You gave him a puzzled look. He’d never said more than a hello to you and now he was calling you vodka? He tilted his head. “Confused?” he asked. You nodded. He motioned for you to follow him to another room and he sat you up on his large bed.

  “How come you’re so randomly nice to me? I thought you were too tough and stuff to hang out with me.” He put a finger up so you would be quiet.

  “Look here, I’ve decided it’s time to help you out now especially when there are others in the house that aren’t so fond of you. Plus you are nicer than stupid American boy.” He said as you looked into his red eyes. You were confused as to who the American boy was until a couple seconds later when you realized it was Jason. He and Kasper never really liked one another for whatever reason. You nodded and he put you on the floor.

  “Now listen to me Vodka, if you ever have a problem with Jason you come to me da?” he said and you nodded. He nudged you to walk out of the room and you came into the kitchen where your ‘vatti’ and Zio were.

  “Hallo!” You cheered to them, gaining their attention quickly. Lutz was coming to hug you but Fabio beat him to you with flying colors. He squeezed you the way he always does lifting you off the ground whilst smiling an ear to ear grin. He gave your cheek a kiss before hugging you again.

  “Ciao Bambina, what can your Zio do for you?” he asked. You looked up at his face that was covered in flour. He must’ve been making pizza again.

  “Can I help you cook?” you smiled widely. He nodded before awing and pulling a stool close to the stove. Lutz watched as he set you down on the wooden chair.

  “Alright Bambina, I need you to stir this pot of sauce for me while I get the dough ready. You can do that Si?” he smiled. You nodded you head eagerly and took the wooden spoon he’d handed you and stuck it in the pot of fresh sauce. You sat on your knees as both hands kept the spoon steady while you stirred.

  Fabio threw the dough in the air making it twirl and flour went every which way with each toss. His hands and cheeks easily became covered in the white powder. He still smiled when he finished and saw you had been calmly stirring the entire time. He set the dough on the wood block and took the spoon from you. “Excuse me Ragazza.”

  He started evenly spreading the sauce onto the dough. When he finished he looked at you. “What kind of pizza should it be?” he asked already knowing your answer.

  “Sausage with extra cheese.” You smiled as he chuckled. Lutz smirked from his spot across the kitchen. Yeah you were his daughter alright. His eyes widened a small bit when he called you ‘his’ but relaxed and smiled knowing that it was true at this point.

  You looked behind yourself and waved at him. “Hallo Vatti.” He came over and gave your cheek a kiss. You gave him a toothy grin that was missing its two front teeth. He patted your head as you watched Fabio add the topping to the pizza. Lutz moved the stool you were on away from the oven and Fabio placed the pizza in. The three of you chatted happily talking about this and that not knowing about the other Italian that was standing at the door frame sharpening his knives giving an unnoticed death glare right at you.

  “Little ragazza needs to watch her back, because the second no one’s looking. Snap!”