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The blond set down his cup of tea on the bedside table. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. It was almost one in the morning but the storm outside was keeping him awake.

Plus he was worried about America. He couldn't help but feel guilty for getting angrily with his little colony earlier. He'd only been trying to help when he'd completely destroyed the kitchen.

Angry, England had sent him to bed with no dinner and story before he went to sleep. Now with the storm he was probably terrified but was too afraid to make England more angry by coming into the room.

However, twenty minutes later he heard the door opening slowly. Apparently facing England was better than facing the storm alone. "E-England?" he asked quietly, voice slightly higher pitched than normal. "Are you awake?"

England feigned annoyance. "Yes, America?"

"I had-" he stopped. "The storm's really loud." he was obviously trying not to sound as afraid as he was. There was silence between them before America asked, "Are you still mad?"

The older country sighed. "Come on," he said pulling the blankets and sheet away form the bed so America could get in. "You can come and sleep with me tonight."

The little colony wasted no time in getting into the bed next to him. England could feel the entire form trying to desperately stop shaking. Obviously terrified. Obviously trying to hide it.

"So you're not mad anymore?"

"No, I'm not," the country replied. "You didn't think I'd stay angry forever did you? I know you didn't mean any harm."

America's small arms wrapped around his middle. "I'm sorry," he said for perhaps the hundredth time that day.

"I know." He could never manage to stay angry at the small colony for very long and now he felt dreadful raising his voice to him earlier, as he pulled this small, trembling body closer to him. "I'm right here."

America nuzzled close to him. "Good night, Arty." Arthur smiled gently at his little brother.