So, yeah, I'm starting this thing. I don't know how long it'll take me, since I plan on just updating as I think of things. These will be in no particular timeline. In fact, these'll probably go all over the place as far as time periods and order of occurrence are concerned. Basically, if the time period or a previous event isn't clearly stated, it's completely irrelevant to the story you're reading. Sorry if that bugs you.
I'm writing these for Earthquakeonmind, because she's my wonderful America & y'know, just because. c:
(Oh, and in case anyone cares, the title is a reference to the band Mars Argo, because I love them.)
I don't claim to own these characters or the idea of this fic.
He watched the tall grass peacefully from across the field. Every so often, the top of the little boy's head would peak out from the grass. Well, more appropriately, the distinct strand of cowlick would.
He wondered when it would be safe for him to near the boy.
He knew that the constant fighting that had been going on, trying to claim the boy as their own, was ultimately scaring away. Which was why he needed the upper hand. He needed to earn the boy's trust, because it would still give him a fighting chance.
His head popped up when he heard a laugh, and the rustle of grass. The boy was coming closer. He watched as the movement of the grass drew closer, and closer still, until a white bunny casually hopped out from it. It was not more than three seconds later that the boy did as well.
The boy nearly tackled the small creature upon seeing it, but strangely, it didn't run away. Rather, it actually climbed into his lap as the boy tumbled to the ground. The rabbit seemed to have an attraction to the boy. It didn't fear the boy. It was as if the boy had a strong connection to nature, or at least the things living in it.
He smiled as he descended the hill towards the boy. He was running out of precious time, and it was now or never that he would get the boy to trust him.
He had managed to get within five feet of the little boy before he noticed. Wide blue eyes stared up at him for a moment, instinctively clutching the rabbit closer. He thought for a moment that maybe the boy thought he wanted to take the rabbit from him.
He smiled, "It's okay, I'm not here to take your bunny."
The boy stared for a minute, before loosening his grip. A grin spread across his face. "Hey, I saw you here the other day. But, you were with other people."
He nodded, "Yes, I was. I came to see you again."
The boy gave him a quizzical look. "But why? A lot of people come to visit me lately, and I don't know why."
"It's strange to see such a young boy wandering around by himself. Everyone just wants to take care of you. To make you their little brother…and I'm really no exception." He decided to be upfront with the boy. It may be the only chance he had.
The boy's grin widened, and he moved his arms, releasing the bunny. They both watched for a few moments as it hopped away, happy to be free even if it wasn't really that unhappy to be sheltered by someone. The boy stood up, and for a moment, he worried that he was going to run away. But instead, the boy drew closer, moving so that he was no more than a foot away from him. The boy's big sky blue eyes grew wider with curiosity. "If you're my big brother, can I call you that?"
His mind flashed to memories of his older brothers, and he instantly shied away from the title. He smiled back at the boy, nonetheless. "You can just call me England."
