a/n I was bored so I simply wrote this out of random. I hope you like it(:
"Alfred come, you really must get to bed now. It's quite late..." England gently chided to the little boy who was currently bouncing up and down on his bed. The said boy wore a cheeky smile on his babyish face, blue eyes sparkling.
"Don't want to!" He said, starting to jump up and down again. England suppressed a sigh. His little brother was certainly enterprising for his young age. The elder nation smiled though. His little America would certainly become a great country someday with that energy.
"I suppose we won't be going on that picnic tomorrow then. After all, only good little boys who go to bed on time get to do such things. You can help me garden tomorrow instead." England said, hoping very much that this would work.
It did work indeed, and the small colony instantly stopped jumping, and fell with a plop on his little bed. The last thing Alfred wanted to do was work in a garden in such hot weather. He'd much rather go wading in the cool water of the lake while on the picnic, and spend a good afternoon with his big brother.
"I'll go to sleep now!" Alfred said. England laughed and helped the small toddler under the covers.
"Now go to sleep and have very pleasant dreams alright?" He said, planting a kiss on Alfred's mop of dark blonde hair.
"But what about my story?" Alfred said, his eyes going wide. His big brother always told him stories, whether from old history books, or from a big book of fairy tales that England even enjoyed reading himself.
"No story tonight Alfred. I've got much work to do, and if we want to go on that picnic tomorrow I must get it done." England replied, feeling a little bad at the grief stricken expression the young child was wearing.
"You always read me stories though! I can't go to bed without a story in my head..." Alfred said, his lower lip quivering. The last thing England wanted was for his little brother to cry, so he was quick to give Alfred a reassuring smile.
"I'll read you two stories tomorrow night to make up for it, how does that sound?"
"Can they be long ones?" Alfred questioned.
"Of course. A story isn't a story unless it's long!" England said, chuckling to himself.
"Okay then! Good night big brother!"
England gave Alfred another kiss before walking towards the door. He made it about halfway down the hall until he heard his name being called. Sighing, England went back to Alfred's room.
"You forgot to close the window. The monsters might have come in. And then I would be asleep so I wouldn't be able to protect you from them and be a hero!" Alfred said, crossing his arms from his position from his bed.
"Are you quite sure you want the window closed? I think it's quite too hot for there to be any monsters out. Perhaps a fairy will come and visit you though, and maybe leave some fairy dust." England said.
"Fairy dust?" Alfred questioned.
"Fairies leave trails of dust, and the dust makes miracles happen." England explained.
"Well...okay then, leave it open!" Alfred commanded. "Night big brother!"
"Good night Alfred" England said quietly, before proceeding to go to his study once again.
Alfred lay in his bed. It wasn't all the way dark, because England would always leave the lamp in the hallway on for him, so the toddler could still see the surroundings of his room. He eyes the open window. He couldn't actually see fairies, but England said they existed. Perhaps they would actually leave some fairy dust?
Only one way to find out. Alfred closed his eyes and snuggled deep into his covers. Tomorrow would be a great day, and he wouldn't even need a miracle for that to happen.
The end