Third person POV:

(Y/n) giggled and tugged on Oliver's sleeve.

"Mr Ollie, I'm hungry." She said. Oliver smiled and picked the small child up, spinning around.

"Oh my~ You're so cute!" He exclaimed. "What would you like to eat poppet?" (Y/n) thought for a moment.

"Uhh... I don't really know... Daddy never let me choose what I got to eat. I just made the food and got the scraps..." (Y/n) said, not noticing the slightly tighter grip Oliver had on her, or the dark expression on his face. "But, I'm sure whatever you make will be tasty!" She added, giggling. Oliver's normal smile came back as he set (Y/n) back down on the ground.

"Alright then! I'll be sure to make something super tasty!" He cheered, making (Y/n) smile happily. "Now go play with Allen and Matt. I'm sure they'll love having you around poppet!" (Y/n) nodded.

"Ok Mr. Ollie! See you soon!" She called, kissing his cheek before running off to find Allen and Matt. Oliver stood there for a moment before grinning happily.

~~~

"Mr Allen! Mr Matt! Where'd ya go?" (Y/n) called, looking around the living room. Allen was lying on the couch, asleep and Matt was no where to be seen. (Y/n) walked over to Allen and poked his cheek.

"Mr Allen. Mr Allen, can you play with me?" She asked. 

"Shut the f*** up..." Allen grumbled, putting one arm over his eyes. (Y/n) pouted slightly and put her hands on her hips.

"Mr Allen! Mr Ollie said you would play with me!" She whined. Allen groaned and grabbed (Y/n), hugging her close to his chest as he slept. (Y/n) squirmed around for a minuet before pouting. "I only wanted to play..." She grumbled.

"Shh. I'm trying to f***ing sleep..." Allen mumbled.

"But Mr Ollie said you and Mr Matt would play with me." (Y/n) said. Allen opened one eye and groaned.

"I don't wanna." He stated. "Especially with that a**hat."

"Mr Matt? Why don't you like him?"

"He's f***ing annoying."

"You wanna fight?" Matt asked, walking down the stairs. A large polar bear followed after him and he had a hockey stick in his hand. Allen opened his other eye and glared at Matt.

"Damn right I do f***er!" (Y/n) wiggled out of Allen's grip as he stood up, throwing insults at Matt. The two men seemed to forget about (Y/n) as they argued loudly. (Y/n) winced from the volume of their argument, finding a small corner to sit in, covering her ears. The polar bear walked over to (Y/n), picked her up by the back of her shirt, and carried her outside. (Y/n) uncovered her ears and looked around in confusion.

"Huh?" The polar bear grunted and set her down on the ground before sitting beside her. (Y/n) grinned and pet the polar bear's head. "Thanks!" She cheered.

"You're pretty big huh? I mean, I've only seen Mr Canada's polar bear Mr Kumajiro... But he's kinda small. So I guess you're a normal sized polar bear? Either way, you're really fluffy! I like you!" (Y/n) stated, hugging the large polar bear. The polar bear nuzzled it's head on (Y/n)'s cheek, making her giggle. "Hey! Will you play with me? Mr Ollie said Mr Allen and Mr Matt are suppose to, but they're busy arguing." The polar bear stood back up, towering over (Y/n) for a moment before playfully tackling her. (Y/n) giggled and began play wrestling with the large animal.

...

"Huh? Got no come back for that? Dumba**." Allen said, crossing his arms.

"Wasn't (Y/n) with you when Kuma and I came downstairs?" Matt asked ignoring Allen. Allen froze.

"Holy s***. Oliver's gunna kill us if we lost her!" Matt scanned the living room once as Allen began ranting and swearing.

"Shut up. Do you hear that?" Matt asked. Allen stopped yelling, only to hear small squeals from outside.

"(Y/n)!" The two ran out back, only to see Kuma tackling (Y/n) to the ground. Her hair had grass tangled in it and dirt was on her clothes and body. (Y/n) looked over at the worried men before giggling.

"Mr Matt! Mr Allen! What are you two doing out here?" (Y/n) asked. Kuma got off (Y/n) and went over to Matt.

"What the f*** was that flea bag doing with (Y/n)!?" Allen asked, quickly picking (Y/n) up. Matt glared at Allen while Kuma growled.

"Kuma was playing with her a**hole." He replied.

"He could have ripped her f***ing throat out!" Allen yelled. (Y/n) winced at the volume of his voice before lightly tugging on his jacket to get his attention.

"Mr Allen. Why do you care so much? I just met you." She asked. Allen fell silent, looking down at (Y/n). "I mean, daddy and everyone at school is always so mean to me. But you just met me and you haven't hit me once!"

"Hit you...?" Allen echoed quietly, a dark aura surrounding him and Matt.

"Yeah. Daddy yells loudly and laughs when he hits me." (Y/n) said, not noticing the change in temperature around them. "When I first met Mr China I though he would hit me. But he didn't either. So why do you guys care for me when we just met?" She asked.

"Look kid. You're important to us. Even if we just met. There's no say we would hurt you." Matt said, forcing his anger to die down. Not wanting to scare (Y/n).

"As much as it pains me to say this, I agree with this a**. If anyone tries to f***ing touch you I'll rip their f***ing heads off." Allen grumbled, adjusting (Y/n) in his arms. (Y/n) grinned and kissed Allen's cheek before wiggling out of his grip and walking over to Matt. She tugged on his pant leg and Matt crouched down to her height. (Y/n) gave him a kiss on the cheek too.

"Thank you! But, can we go play now?" She asked.

"Sure thing doll." Allen said, a small smile on his face. (Y/n) grinned before poking Matt's cheek.

"Your it!" She announced before running off. She slipped and fell face first in some mud, before laughing and getting back to her feet to continue running away. Allen shoved Matt over before running off as well, laughing loudly. Matt got back and ran after Allen, cursing loudly.

~~~

Oliver crossed his arms unhappily. Allen, Matt and (Y/n) stood in front of him. (Y/n) was covered head to toe in mud and grass, Allen's clothes had grass stains on them and his pants were ripped my his knees, revealing bloody knees, and Matt's shirt was slightly torn and covered in mud.

"What happened to you three?" Oliver asked. (Y/n) giggled happily.

"We were playing tag!" She cheered. Oliver sighed.

"I can see that poppet. Why don't you go inside? Francois will give you a bath. My cupcakes are almost done~" (Y/n) nodded happily and rushed inside. Francois was sleeping on one of the couches.

"Mr Cois. Mr Ollie said you'd give me a bath." (Y/n) said. Francois opened one eye and sighed before standing up. He picked (Y/n) up and carried her to one of the bathrooms, closing the door.

"Take your clothes off. I'll get the bath ready." Francois grumbled. (Y/n) nodded and began undoing the straps of the overalls she was wearing. Francois quickly got the right temperature for the water and let the tub fill itself up. He looked over at (Y/n) to see was having trouble with her shirt.

"Do you need help?" He asked. (Y/n) nodded. Francois sighed quietly before pulling her shirt up and over her head. Instantly noticing the scars littering her back. Of course, she had faded scars on her arms and legs, but the more recent looking ones were on her back. (Y/n) climbed into the tub and began rubbing the dirt off her body.

"Thanks for helping me Mr Cois!" (Y/n) cheered.

"It's Francois." Francois said. "And where did you get those scars on your back?"

"Hm? I don't know what scars your talking about." (Y/n) replied smoothly. Panic flashing in her eyes for a moment. "Mr Cois, why did Mr Allen and Mr Matt take me away from Mr America and Mr Canada and everyone else?" Francois stayed silent for a moment, putting some shampoo on his hand.

"Because we'll need your help once you're all grown up." He replied. (Y/n) hummed and nodded as Francois began washing her hair.

~~~

(Y/n) giggled as she climbed out of the tub. Francois wrapped a towel around her before grabbing one of his shirts for (Y/n) to change into. He quickly dried her off and helped her into the purple button up shirt. The shirt touched the ground and the sleeves had to be bunched up so (Y/n) could use her hands.

"Wow! This shirt is so pretty!" (Y/n) cheered. Francois gave a small smile before picking (Y/n) up, carrying her out of the bathroom. He walked into the kitchen and placed (Y/n) back on her feet before walking into the living room to go sleep again. (Y/n) grinned and ran towards Allen, Matt and Oliver, who were sitting at the table. Matt was eating pancakes, feeding some to Kuma, Oliver ate a cupcake and Allen was eating an apple.

"Mr Allen! Mr Matt! Mr Ollie! I'm all clean! Can I have a cupcake now?" She asked, climbing onto one of the chairs. Allen chuckled while Oliver fan girled over how cute (Y/n) was.

"You're so cute poppet~" He squealed, grabbing a cupcake with (f/c) icing. "Here you go poppet~ A sweet treat, just like you!" (Y/n) giggled and took a large bite out of the sugary treat. It was professionally baked, with the exception of a slight metallic taste. (Y/n)'s eyes flashed red for a moment as she happily ate the rest of the cupcake.

"Mmm! Thank you Mr Ollie! It's really tasty!" (Y/n) cheered, looking up at the brightly colored brit. Oliver's eyes sparkled happily.

"That means so much coming from you poppet!" He cheered happily. "I'm so glad you like it!" Matt gave Kuma another pancake as a window in the living room broke. A man with long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, red eyes and a dragon tattoo burst into the living room.