A/N: I've really wanted to do something cute so one night (one late night) I wrote this. I don't usually write for the 2p! countries but I really wanted to show that just because they're dark that doesn't mean they're evil. Let me know how I do okay?

"No matter how vile, everyone deserves a second chance…"

You were the sort of person everyone categorized as soft hearted and naïve. Being such, it was not unusual for you to bring home small animals that had been abandoned. In fact, your friends thought it was cute. It was part of who you were.

On a blustery day in late October, you were walking through the park near your house. You had just gotten off of work as your boss had been willing to pay you overtime for you to work three extra hours. The park was quiet and deserted which was rather odd. Sure it was a bit late, seven o'clock, but usually there were at least some high school students hanging out at the picnic tables. You were almost out of the park when you heard it, the sound of a child crying. Your heart gave a painful squeeze. You could never stand the sound of someone in pain, especially children.

Guided by your ears alone, you picked your way through the playground equipment and over to the shuddering form sitting alone on a bench. You crouched before the child and placed a hand on his knee.

"Hey there," You whispered, hoping not to startle the poor kid, "you okay?" The crying child brought his head up and looked at you. He appeared to be no more than seven with large electric blue eyes that had a touch of pink the closer they grew to the pupil and light shaggy blonde that also had pinkish tint.

"Who-Who are you?" He choked out.

"I'm (Name)," You said, "What's your name?"

"Oliver." He said looking away from you. You smiled sweetly at the little boy.

"What a cute name. Why are you crying Oliver?"

"Because my family said they didn't want me. They said I was a freak so they locked me out of the house. They said they don't ever want to see me again because no one has hair and eyes like mine." He sniffled.

"Aw, sweetie," Reflexively you drew him into a hug. Oliver stiffened in your embrace. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." Tentatively, Oliver placed his own little arms around you. He had never been hugged before, not even by his own mother. You pulled back to look at the boy.

"Listen, I know what adults say about not talking to strangers or going home with them but I can't just leave you alone out here by yourself; it wouldn't be right. You can stay at my place for a while if you want." Oliver smiled brightly up at you, eyes filled with hope.

"Really? You mean it?"

"Of course. I'm going to have to speak with Child Services but you can totally stay with me." You stood up and Oliver hopped off the bench.

"How long can I stay with you?"

"For as long as you want." Oliver thought about this a moment. You were being kind to him but you weren't totally treating him like he couldn't think for himself. He decided he liked you. Oliver was beginning to think being kicked out of his home wasn't so bad after all.

"Forever."

"Excuse me?" You stopped and gazed down at Oliver.

"I want to stay with you forever." He said confidently. After his words had sunk in, a broad smile graced your face.

"Forever, huh? Sounds good to me. But I really need to talk with Child Services now." At you words, Oliver frowned. "After all, if I'm going to do this I'll need to do this right."

"Do what right?"

"Why adopt you of course." You said.

"You mean it?"

"I don't joke about these kinds of things Oliver."

"Then can I call you Mommy?" You were silent, turning the new title over in your mind.

"I don't see why not. Mommy…hmm, I kind of like the sound of that." Oliver slipped his little hand into yours started to tug you in the general direction you had been heading.

"C'mon Mommy, let's go home." You grinned. You had no idea how you were going to explain this one to your friends.

I'll do France next.