Sneaking|Father!England x Reader x America

~Father!England x Daughter!Reader x Boyfriend!America~

|Sneaking|

When are you coming over?

"When my dad goes to sleep. You know how uptight he can be."

A sigh was heard from the other side of the phone.

"Why does he hate me?"

"He doesn't hate you, Alfred. He's just... Overprotective. I mean, wouldn't you be if you had a daughter?"

"Well yea. But the only difference is that our daughter would be home schooled."

(Name) let out a small giggle as a blush covered her face.

"Do you really think we're going to have kids together?"

"Of course! We'll have to practice first before we officially make a kid though."

The (Nationality) gasped as a small grin appeared on her lips.

"ALFRED!"

"(Name)? Is everything alright in there?"

She pulled her phone away from ear and covered the microphone with her hand.

"Yea, dad! Everything's fine!"

"Just making sure."

What happened?"

"Nothing. So, what are we going to do when I get to your house?"

"Well, I was planning a horror film marathon and then afterwards, I was thinking we could go up to the bedroom and-"

"Alfred."

"What?"

"Not going to happen."

"We could always watch a comedy."

"You're difficult. I hope you know that."

"I was just kidding babe."

There was a light knock on the teenage girl's door and a muffled voice from the other side.

"(Name)? Who are you talking to?"

"I'm talking to Elizaveta dad."

"Really? Elizaveta?

"Alright. Just wrap it up. You're past your bedtime."

"You have a bedtime? That's priceless!"

"Shut it Alfred." She roughly whispered into the phone.

"What was that?"

"I said give me a minute. I was just asking her about the homework."

A small sigh left her father's lips.

"Very well."

Her father's footsteps faded away slowly.

She slowly stood up, walking carefully to the door and placing her ear against it. She heard a door close faintly.

"(Name)? You still there?"

"Huh? Oh uh, yea. I'll be at your house in 10 minutes."

"Okay. See you then."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and threw it on her bed, getting on her knee and looking under it. She grabbed a small black bag with a few things she would/might need.

She slipped on her sneakers and grabbed her phone, walking to her door. She opened it slowly and carefully stepped out, walking by her father's room. She heard small muffled voices.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with her. She's always in her room."

(Name) let out a small sigh, feeling bad for sneaking out, but she had to go visit Alfred. She slowly creeped down the stairs and to the front door, giving one last glance at her father's door and walked out.

-

"I don't know what I'm going to do with her. She's always in her room."

Arthur sighed and looked out the window of his room.

"Maybe it'z time to talk to her about it."

Francis' voice rang from the other side of the phone.

Arthur's eyes caught sight of (Name)'s form outside. He let out a small sigh.

"She's sneaking out again."

"Aren't you going to stop her?"

"No. I'll just let her go this one time. She's had it rough for the past 6 months."

"Can you blame her? Her boyfriend died in a car accident."

"I know. I just wish that she would realize that he's gone. You know, sometimes I hear her talking to herself in her room."

"Well, zhe'z in denial of hiz death. Zhe'z probably thinking she's talking to Alfred."

"I guess so. I'll call you tomorrow Francis. I'm going to have to pick her up from the graveyard like every other night."

"Alright. Bye."

Arthur hung up his phone and set it down on his bed side table.

'Why can't she let go?'