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Canada x Little reader! Sick Maple Part 1

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When Francis arrived at his ‘sons’ house he was met by a rather helpless looking American who groped for words to explain what was happening. Francis pushed past him into the house and ran up to _____’s room where a the red eyed blonde was softly stroking the distressed child’s sweaty head and trying his hardest to hold himself together.

_____ lay limply in her father’s arms tossing and turning in a slumber that was anything but peaceful. After taking in the sight Francis gestured for Matthew to come and talk to him to which the young man hesitantly placed his daughter back on her little bed and exited the room.

“Merci d'être venu papa, I don’t know what to do! She was fine yesterday then today….Alfred turned up later in the afternoon, I told him not to tire her too much and she was playing with him then said she needed a nap and now…..” At this moment the Canadians voice broke and tear began escaping him, proving the level of anxiety he was experiencing and how much he truly loved the girl. Taking a deep breath he
continued, “I’m sorry too disturb you but I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Do not worry Mathieu I am ‘ere now, when did she begin to feel fatigued” Francis questioned.

“Well, yesterday morning she woke up and almost fell down the stairs again, she said she was dizzy, then she didn’t eat all of her breakfast but I didn’t really think anything off it. She was tired all day but I assumed that was just because she went with Alfred to the park the day before…The today she kept complaining of how hot it was and she acted tired and dizzy and didn’t want to eat at lunch or dinner!”

Francis sent Matthew downstairs and walked into the room to carefully surveyed the girl, placing a hand on her little flushed forehead to find it burning hot. Quickly he pulled the blankets off her and loosened her little nightgown before heading downstairs.
Alfred and Matthew were sitting in panicked silence and almost bolted off their seat when France entered.

“She ‘as swollen glands and a fever, so if I my memory serve me correctly she ‘as contracted zhe chicken pox.”
“WHAT NO WAY ARE YOU SAYING MY NEICE IS TURNING INTO A CHICKEN!”
“No you American idiot-“

“Papa, what does that mean, will she be ok?” said the trembling Canadian who was chewing his lip nervously.

“Oui Mathieu, ze petite fluer will be fine if we take care of her correctly as it is
contagious and could be dangerous – now we need to lower her temperature.”

Francis went and grabbed a clean washer from a nearby cupboard and filled a bowl with cool water. The distressed papa quickly pulled himself together showing the Frenchman he was ready to do whatever he could to bring his little maple back to health and the two headed for ____’s room. Meanwhile Alfred remained in the kitchen panicking and muttering repeatedly that he would “never eat chicken again.”

***

As the two blondes headed up the stairs they were met by an anxious wail for “Papa!” coming from the little girl’s bedroom. On her little bed _____ was intently calling for her father as tears streaked down her face.

Canada’s heart was breaking to see the little girl looking as lonely, afraid and in pain as when he had first found her. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment to go and hold her, comfort her and rock her back to sleep and it took all his patience to wait at the door looking up at his father for consent.
The Frenchman nodded “it is ok, you ‘ad it as a child and should not catch it again.”

Within seconds of receiving the ‘go-ahead- signal Matthew swooped in and scooped the child into his arms, hushing her and rubbing comforting circles into her back. “Papa, I’m hot and itchy!” _____ sobbed into his shoulder, not understanding what was happening within her little body.

“Come Matteiu, take off her nightgown. Zat will relieve the temperature a little,” Francis said kneeling beside the bed where the two sat.
“P-papy? W-what are you d-doing here?” the little red eyed child sniffled.  Francis simply smiled softly and help to lift the little white gown over her head “I am ‘ere to ‘elp get you better oui!”
“Oui, merci papy ... Je ne me sens pas bien ...” said the tiny brunette.

It was a long night for the three (four if you include the fretting American downstairs). Matthew rocked, comforted, fanned, bathed, sang, and entertained the little colony without rest, never once leaving her side the entire night unless it was to get his little maple whatever she may need or desire – leaving his precious child in Francis capable embrace.

Day after day continued like until Francis became seriously worried about Matthews health, the young man hadn’t slept properly for 3 days and refused to leave his daughter to recuperate. Finally the Frenchman had had enough and went to make a phone call.

“Good evening, this is the Kirkland residence how may I help you” said a rather irritated voice from the receiving end.
“Angleterre I need-“
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROG! DON’T YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THE TIME IS!!! THE TIME DIFFERENCE ISN’T THAT LARGE!!!”

Francis held the phone away from his ear while the British gentleman yelled louder than a kookaburra with his tail on fire rolling his eyes in frustration.

“Tais-toi! As much as it pains me to let you win black sheep but I ‘ave more important things to worry about - _____ is malade and Matteiu will be too if ‘e dose not rest. But if you are to worried about your sommeil de beauté not that it will be of much ‘elp zen I will-“
“____ IS ILL! I’ll be right over!”

The link cut and the blonde man sighed shaking his head in amusement as if he had just proved that he would truly do anything for his petite fille
SO if you hadn't read the prologue or are just generally lost, this comes from my Little maple series ( Papa Canada x Child reader - LIttle Maple part 1. )
Which is also related to my uncle Alfie series ( AmericaxLittle reader - Uncle Alfie )
This was requested a LONG time ago after I wrote Little maple (apologies) but I finally got around to it!
I hope you enjoy!

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I don't own you
I own this story

Part 2 can be found here: 
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