Time [Male!Father!Reader x Child!China]

It was days like these that made you enjoy your time with your son, Yao, also known as China, a country that would grow to do big things, you knew it. Smiling down as you patted to young boys hair you took a deep breath, considering how fast Yao grew you didn't have much time left. But you wouldn't complain, he was your son, your little boy, you would stay strong until the bitter end. You loved him.

“Bàba? Are you okay?” your child asked, blinking as he saw the expression in your eyes. Tilting his head you looked down at him, sitting innocently in your lap, the place where he could sleep the best. A warm smile showed on your Face, your mood lighting up immediately when you saw the healthy boy who was so smart at such a young age already. “I'm fine, érzi. Don't worry.” you smiled before standing up, making sure he was safely in your arms.

“How about we play a bit outside, Yao?” you asked, not wanting to call him China yet, he was too young to understand the hardships and duty a life as the one you two had brought. You wanted him to grow up as innocent as possible, he was a wonder. Your wonder, you were proud of him. And you would make sure to know he was as save as possible. Nodding eagerly the brown-haired boy let out a excited “Yes!” which caused you to smile.

While playing outside one of your closest friends came to visit soon. “Shīfu! Shīfu Asia! There's trouble with Europe--” he began before you cut him off with a swift motion, “How often did I tell you [friends name] that when Yao is near you are only allowed to call me [f/n]?” you stated, causing him to nod. “I am terribly sorry,  Shīfu. But it's important, as someone of your race, you have special duties. I know you wish to play with your son, but you can't!” he stated.

With a sigh you nodded, yes, it was true. It would happen very soon that they would forbid you to see your children anymore. Yao was your son, and when he was old enough you would not be able to see him anymore. He was a country, you a continent, it was your duty to prepare them for their job, and when they were old enough or had another country to raise them you weren't needed anymore. It was a hard life to live, and you would've wished that it wouldn't have been like this.

“Bàba? Where are you going?” the young male asked as he saw you in a formal outfit. “Visiting your Uncle, I will be back soon, please stay brave, Yao.” you smiled before wandering off, not knowing it was a cruel plan. Before you even arrived at your brothers house you were pushed to the side, a sword on your throat. “Shīfu [f/n], representation of Asia, you are too soft with your son, Wang Yao. We decided that you will not be able to see him anymore, never.” was all the 'attacker' said before you gave a sad nod. “...Yes...” came the quiet answer, knowing they would seriously threaten your child if you complained.

                                                                      Time Skip, present Time

Looking at the grave of his father the now fully grown nation couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes. Many said he was too young when you died, he couldn't have remembered, but he remembered. Every second he spent with you, his true father, the only one he would see as his father.

                                                                                    “Yao.”

He often imagined your voice, but this time it was different, it was true, it sounded like you were really there. “Bàba...” he whispered, voice cracking.

                                                                      “Yao...I am proud of you.”

You wanted to say so much more, but you couldn't. You would wait, until the time came you could see him again, say all the things to your child you wanted him to know. But until then you would just be an echo which came from the trees while you hid.