Daddy! England x Child! Reader
Arthur was frantically looking through his bag for something. He set down his shopping bags on the ground then he rummaged through his breast pockets, there was nothing, his side pockets, nothing either. He was firmly convinced that the house key was missing.
He sighed in frustration as his daughter came into view.
You were sitting patiently on one of the steps outside their porch, waiting for your dad to open the door to the house. You busied yourself by looking at all of the cars and bicycles that passed by their street. So far, you have seen three red cars, two white ones and a large dog chasing the mailman on his bike.
“Please come here for a moment (y/n).” His voice brought you out of your musings.
You turned to her dad who seemed quite displeased with something. At this point you just had to stop what you were doing for you didn't like the way your father’s emerald eyes sternly bore onto your small form.
“What is the matter daddy?” You asked quizzically. He was tapping his foot on the hardwood floor impatiently.
“I know you kept it (y/n). Hand it over.” He demanded.
You furrowed your brow skeptically then searched through your favorite hello kitty bag. You didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but you thought that giving him something from your bag will silence him.
The odds and ends of your little bag were filled with nothing but trash. This made Arthur even angrier than before. He was practically fuming!
How hard it is to understand children!
Having tested his patience, he took your little bag off of you and further looked into its contents. He first picked up a cotton reel (a spool of thread) and showed it to you, waiting for you to explain yourself.
“Well…what…?” You asked innocently.
“What is this thing doing in your bag? As far as I can remember, I never taught you how to sew or anything.” He said.
You smiled and pointed to it. “Oh! That’s just the cord to my radio-telephone when I want to explore the desert.”
He looked at you with a look that says, ‘you-have-got-to-be -joking’ then sighed.
He took another item from your bag and showed it to you. You immediately grabbed it from him much to his surprise. “Don’t touch this string!” You said, “It’s my magic tightrope. I use it to journey from mountain to mountain. It helps me go to another mountain in a single bound.”
With that, you got your bag from him and showed him all the stuff in it. You first pulled out a small pouch of pebbles in assorted colors and different sizes. It made your father frown ever so slightly.
So that was what is making your bag heavy…Arthur thought. “And might I ask what those are for?”
You huffed. “They’re special fragments of moon rock that an astronaut gave to me.” This made you think that your dad didn't know what these things are for. Everyone should know! It’s simply common sense.
Your dad watched the most unlikely and unexpected things come out of your bag, all but the key to the house. When a little bell accidentally fell off, he beamed. “Finally, something I do understand!” he exclaimed, “You should have one tied around your neck so that I can easily find you when grocery shopping.” He teased.
You intervened. “Silly daddy, it’s a bell brought to me by a little fish from the sea.” You knew he wouldn't have understood. Grown-up’s found it hard to understand the simplest of things.
Arthur was now amused with his daughter’s wide imagination and slowly forgot about the ‘key’ problem.
You continued to remove things from your bag. A scrap of cloth, a tack and a few beans from last night’s dinner.
The scrap of cloth…what could be more obvious…? Was a tail of a kite…
The tack, if he remembers correctly, was the same one used to prick his rear a few days ago. You were dealt with soon after…
And what were the seeds for? They were used to sprout a magic bean stalk. Everyone knows that already.
A small smile graced his features. “Well, it looks like we will be staying outside a while (y/n)…” He sat down on one of the steps.
“Why? Don’t you have the key?” you asked. He only shook his head.
You went to your door and turned the knob. The door was opened.
Arthur’s eyes widened. “The door was open the whole time?!”
You nodded and smiled. “Yup~ you forgot to lock it this morning.”
Once inside, you secretly let out a sigh of relief for your daddy wasn't able to snoop around your bag long enough to discover some snap shots you took of your crush.
Children are really patient when dealing with grown-up’s...