Deaf!Child!Reader x Papa!France

  Your name  is _F/n_ Bonnefoy, and you are the adoptive daughter of your papa Francis. He decided to take you in at the age of two, seeing as you are deaf and have been since birth he felt the need to help and protect you. As of right now you are a big girl, at the age of four! Your papa has taken the time to teach you and himself sign language. So right now you pretty much only talk to your papa or communicate to others through him. You and your papa are very close, and spend most of your time baking, cooking, and playing hide and seek.

  Hide and seek was your absolute favorite, especially starting at dusk. This was the best time to hide both inside and outside the house, because while the sun was setting the shadows began to grow, and as would the amount of hiding places.

  After you and your papa had finished eating dinner you decided to ask if you two could play a game of hide and seek. Once he signed to you that he would love to play, he quickly added that he needed to finish the dishes first, so you could go hide and find a really good hiding spot. One important thing that he forgot to mention was that you needed to stay inside...

  You had closed the front door and where currently running toward your favorite hiding place; a small ditch located behind a large bush in the garden. On your way to your favorite spot you realized that maybe if you hid there he would find you, seeing as that was your most frequented hiding spot. After pondering for a moment you decided to go hide in the shadows casted by the front of the large wall surrounding the house.

  Your papa owned a large three story house that was surrounded by a large garden, and yard. Which in turn was surrounded by a large wall, meant to keep out your papas enemies. (England!)

  Once you decided to head over to the front wall where the gate was located you began to feel mighty proud of your self. You had never hid in this place before so papa would never think to look here. You were about to reach your hiding spot when a pile of sticks and leaves beneath your feet began to crack. Not being able to hear it, you kept walking. After a few more steps the sticks gave out and sent you plummeting into a deep dark hole.

                                 ~Papa Francis's POV~
  I finished up the dinner dishes and began to hunt for _f/n_. My precious little girl just loves to play hide and go seek, but only when she gets to hide I might add. I chuckled to my self a bit as I began to search the first floor of the house. I had a pretty good idea of where she was but I wanted to make her believe that she was actually winning at this game.

                                 ~back to normal POV~
You sat at the bottom of the dark hole covered in dirt. You had fallen very far down into what you think was supposed to be a trap for any of your papas enemies that tried to climb over the wall (England~). Right about now you were beginning to dislike this current round of hide and seek. This wasn't how it was supposed to work at all! You were supposed to know where you were hiding and you were supposed to be able to move about freely if you were in danger of getting caught. After sitting in the dark for a little bit, you decided to attempt to climb out. After many failed attempts you began to grow frustrated, and when your little temper reached its limit you began to tear up and quietly whimper as you waited for your papa to find you.

                              ~papa Francis's POV~
  I had been searching for _y/n_ for about ten minutes and had begun to grow slightly annoyed. How many hiding place could she have come up with since the last time we played? We couldn't have played more than just a few hours ago. Once I was sure I had completely ransacked the house of its hiding spots I was tempted to yell out her name in slight desperation of finding her. Knowing very well that I would receive no reply I sighed and continued to search. Once I began to search again I had a sudden thought come to mind, had I told her not to go outside? Deciding that it had probably slipped my mind to tell her I began to head outside. A cold chill went up my spine as I began to search for _y/n_, and a bad feeling came over me. Not knowing why my fatherly instincts were suddenly on edge, I headed as quickly as I could to her favorite hiding spot.

                              ~back to normal POV~
  You had been stuck in this dirty hole for than longer that you would have liked. Your nice little _f/c_ dress was covered in cold dirt, and you were unsure of being in the dark. Since you ran out of options you sat on the dirt and let out a quiet sigh. Looking up to the small circle of light coming into the hole you could have sworn that you saw some movement. 'Is papa up there?' you wondered. You hoped that it was him and not some scary animal that had come to eat you, you would rather be saved that eaten anyway. You saw a head stick itself over the top of the hole, and you could slightly make out that the lips of the person were moving. 'Is it papa? I don't think papa would be trying to talk to me though.' As you sat you continued to look upward as the head moved out of view, but was suddenly replaced with a rope. The rope was lowered so that your little arms could reach it, when you could grab on the person began to slowly pull the rope upward. Once you got out of the hole you ran over to your papa and gave him a big hug. But this person didn't smell like wine and roses...they smelled sort of like bread? And maybe tea? You took a sudden step back, surprised that it was not your papa that awaited you.

                                         ~Artie's POV~
Once I successfully made it over the frogs front wall, I landed (very ungracefully) on my feet. I began to dust off my pants as I noticed that there was a spot in the yard that was much darker than the surrounding grass. As I made my way toward the dark spot, which was beginning to look a lot like a hole, I could have sworn I heard some noise coming from it. I found that the source of the noise was a small child who could not have been much more than the age of five. She was staring straight at me when I asked her, "Poppet are you alright? Do you need some help?" When she failed to respond I grabbed the rope I was planning to climb into the frogs house with and tossed it down into the hole...

                                      ~normal POV~
  This mysterious man had short shaggy hair, and was wearing a...suit? He had a calming aura about him that made you feel like you could trust him. You began to explain to him through sign exactly what happened and concluded your explanation with asking him if he could help you get back to your papa. The mysterious man who you decided to call 'Mr.Suit' sat in front of you with a dumbfounded look on his face, it seemed that he couldn't understand you. Mr.Suit slowly reached toward you and brought you into a tight embrace. You let out a squeal (or what you hoped sounded like one) at the sudden contact. You were slightly scared about what ever the man was doing and hoped that your papa would come save you soon. Unknown to you, 'Mr.Suit' was continuously muttering, "yes, yes, yes, a new territory. The bloody frog has a new territory. It's mine. Yes, the new one is mine."

                                 ~Papa Francis's POV~
  After I had checked most of the grounds I headed back toward the front of the house. Perhaps she had grown tired and headed back inside? On my way to the front I spotted movement near the front wall. As I grew closer I also grew more cautious, maybe it was the stupid black sheep. And the I suddenly realized why earlier my fatherly instincts had suddenly become on edge. _y/n_ was in danger of being discovered by the ugly black sheep of England. I ran over to where the movement was coming from, and suddenly stopped when I heard a loud whimper that sounded like _y/n_. Not caring who else was with her I instantly hit the first person I came in contact with, which luckily was the stupid Arthur. As he fell back to the ground _f/n_ stared at him in surprise. Her mouth began to open and close as if she was attempting to form words but could not. As she began to grow aggravated from knowing no words were coming out she quickly signed, "Mr.Suit!" I was extremely confused as to what she was talking about when I suddenly realized she was worried about the stupid sheep man. I didn't want her to get upset so I picked the sheep up bridal style (hoping that if he awoke he would get embarrassed) and began to carry him inside with _y/n_ in tow. Once inside I laid him down on the kitchen table and asked _y/n_ to go retrieve me a marker. As I stared at his face (intently) wondering what I should draw and I smirked as he groaned in his sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes, and being surprised shot upward, causing our lips to collide. As we both quickly pulled apart I heard a small clack on the kitchen floor. When I turned around I saw _y/n_ standing there with a shocked look on her face. As I was about to explain she suddenly signed, "I've got two daddies?!" I looked at her with a shocked expression. Then I turned to the black she- Arthur and put on my persuasion face (known to most as Frances RNobody face) "wh..what did she say you bloody frog?!" Arthur was looking at me with an angry and nervous look on his face. "Ohnhonhonhon~ No need to worry black sheep." I turned back to _y/n_ and signed, "_y/n_, can you please get papa his calendar?~"

                                            ~the end~