Papa!EnglandxReaderxUncle!AmericaxUncles!UK Part2

~England's P.O.V~
I sighed for what seemed like the fifth time already and explained to America as to how and why I brought that little girl here. "I told you, you git! About five times already to be percise! I went on a walk following the path through the woods and heard a man yelling and a little girl crying. I followed the sounds and saw a man wearing only boxers ontop of the child so I seen a gun on the ground, picked it up and shot him. When I went over to the kid who was already passed out not wearing any clothing, I seen blood, scars, cuts, and bruises all over her body so I picked her up putting my jacket on her and ran all the way here and well, you know the rest." America stared at me and his smile faded for good this time.
"Will she be okay? Her wounds I mean." he asked me. I nodded.
"Yes but it will take some time for them to heal."
"What do you think got a child in the woods at this hour of the night without any clothes anyways?" He shrugged. "We'll have to ask her later then." Alfred wasn't speaking. He was just looking down at the ground. "Alfred? Are you okay?"
"What's going to happen to the little dudette now?" I don't think that I have ever seen Alfred this serious.
"To be honest, I have no idea."
"Can't you take her in or something like you did with me? Orphanges aren't exactly the best place for kids Arthur. Most kids who get adopted get beat and live horrible lives because the people only adopt them for the money they get and some...some just never get adopted."
"Alfred...I can't do that. We're immortal. She'll soon ask why any of us never age if I did take her in and then not mention what if that guy kidnapped her and her parents are looking for her? We could get charged us kidnapping instead of the guy I shot."
"If you won't then I will! Dude, seriously, open your eyes! Something isn't right about any of this! If that guy you say really did kidnap her then he would have half a mind to take her somewhere else like his place or something! If she wants then we can make her a state or something!" What's with America all of a sudden? Why did he care so much? What's going...

"Why do you care America?" I asked him. He froze and looked back down.
"Why do not care?" he asked.
"Don't go th-" Alfred looked up at me. Something in his eyes made me shut up instantly.
"England...she looks so scared when you were patching her up. W-what if...what if she didn't get kidnapped? What if something happened and the guy you shot was chasing her and she was running away?" He did make a valid point. I sighed.
"Fine...after we speak to her then I'll see about it. We have to get this all cleared up tho-" I felt something tug on my sleve. At first I thought it was Tony but he was playing a video game...still. Or maybe it could be one of my magical friends? No. I looked to my left and seen a little girl who looked terrified and on the verge of tears. "Hm? What is it, love?" She climbed on my lap and held onto my shirt with her little (S/C) fists and burried her face in my chest and cried. I looked at Alfred questionly to which he only shrugged. She continued to cry and started to hiccup. I held her close and rubbed her back gently to calm her down. It worked a little. Alfred got up and walked out to the kitchen and when he came back he was holding a small cup of water and a hamburger. He knelt down infront of me and tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder. She had stopped crying and was just now hiccuping.
"Hm?" The child held onto me tighter. Why did she come in here crying? Did something happen?

America smiled at the child. "Hey there little dudette! Here." Alfred handed the small girl the cup of water which she gladly took from him and drank making her hiccups slowly come to a stop. I looked at him surprised. He sure was interesting. He held out his hamburger to her also. "Want a bite or two? Or you could just have the whole thing? Have you eaten yet?" She shook her head at the deadly food.
"Don't feed her that greasy fatty garbage." I told her holding her close again.
"Garbage? My food may be greasy and fatty but at least you can eat it without dying instantly!"
"Oh yeah, just wait for it to clog up your artaries then you die." He glared at me and I glared back. "Bloody American."
"No good Brit!" he spat back.
"Limey bastard! Limey bastard!" I heard Tony say.
"Shut up! This does not concern you! Stay out of it!" I yelled.
"Oh yeah dude! Gimme some up high!" America said to the alien. Tony wasn't paying attention and when he high fived the standing American he sort of well...high fived America's croch making him drop his hamburger, that Tony then took, and fell to the ground crying in pain.

I turned my attention back onto the child after looking to see what time it was. One in the morning. I stood up holding the girl on my hip. "What's your name, poppet?"
"(Y-y/N)" she hesitantly told me. I smiled at her and began walking up stairs.
"That's a lovely name. Suits a beautiful girl such as yourself. My name is Arthur Kirkland but you can call me Arthur if you want to."
"C-can I call you Artie instead?" I smiled. How could I refuse such a sweet innocent request from a little girl? I nodded.
"It's may and yes you can call me Artie instead." She smiled a little more and layed her head on my shoulder. "So, (Y/N) how old are you?"
"I am seven years young." she told me. I chuckled. I figured around that age. I walked into the guest room she was staying in and layed her on her bed and tucked her in gently trying not to make her wounds worse than they were. I knelt down beside her bed and moved some of her (L/S/H) (H/C) hair out of her face.
"Mind telling me why you came downstairs crying for?" I asked her while stroking her hair.
"I-I...I had a bad dream and woke up to go to daddy's room like I usually did but ... he-he's gone and t-then I r-r-realized that I wasn't h-h-home"  Gone? What did she mean by that? I couldn't help but feel bad for her and got and hugged her.
"It's alright, love. I'll take you back home." She gasped and started crying and sat up and held onto me. It sort of startled me but I sat on the edge of her bed beside her.

"Please don-don't make m-me go b-b-back! T-they're after m-me! T-they killed daddy and n-now they are after me! P-plea-please Artie! Don't take me b-b-back!" My eyes widened at her sudden words. I couldn't take her back now. And I know that Alfred was right about the orphanges. This is the only thing I can do and besides, I kind of want a daughter.
"I won't, love. If you want you can live here." I offered. She stopped crying a bit and looked up at me.
"R-really?" I nodded smiling.
"Really." She smiled and hugged me and kissed my cheek.
"Thank you Artie! I love y-you!" I blushed and stood up and tucked her back in.
"You're welcome sweetheart. I love you too." She was out like a light and I chuckled and walked out of the bedroom to only see Alfred who had recovered. "What?" I asked. He smiled like his usual idiotic self.
"Awwwh! Iggy's a daddy~! How cute!" I blushed a lot more and went to say something but before I could the git ran off to his bedroom. I sighed. A daughter. I smiled as I walked to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I like the sound of that.