Literature
Daddy!America x Child!Reader: The Bad Word
It was after school. You were in five years old, in kindergarten this year, and you had gotten into big trouble. After class had ended, the teacher told you to wait in the naughty chair while your daddy was on his way to pick you up. You clutched your (favorite color) backpack nervously in your lap. After a few moments, your dad Alfred F. Jones arrived. The teacher offered him a handshake, and had him pull a seat next to you and the teacher.
"Hello there Mr. Jones." said the teacher nicely. "I'd like to discuss a certain, er, issue with your daughter."
"Oh God." said Daddy, a bit worried. "What happened? Were those twin boys picking