It's my first fanfic :D. I usually just read but this flowed into my head when I was daydreaming, and I want to keep the idea, so this was written.

Spare my English. It's not my mother tongue.

The pairing is USUK romantically. Although after I've written the first chapter it still seems like family. I'll try to get it feel more like romance and not family in later chapters :D

Disclaimer: Characters not mine.

"Hey England, are you free this night?"

I turned to see America calling me. I sighed.

"Is this about a horror movie?"

"Yeah, man," he grinned apologetically. "It's a hot topic among Americans so I thought I'd watch it."

I checked my schedule to see if I have to postpone anything for America. I flipped over the pages absent-mindedly, thinking about the fact that I never declined any of his invitations, even if it meant that I would have to work like a maniac the next day – there's no particular reason behind, it just felt natural that America should come first before anything.

Luckily, there was nothing for the night, so maniac mode wouldn't be on the following day. Good.

"Alright, I'll come. But I won't stay the night, okay?" I answered.

"The Hero won't force you to stay the night, how would he?" laughed America. "See ya tonight at seven at my place!" And with that, he went off.

I shook my head and smiled. Who was he fooling? He had always begged me to stay after every horror movie – and I always obliged. Not unwillingly, a voice in my head rang.

You see, I always get soft when it comes to America. The reason was probably because he was always my favourite colony. He was the one I had ever really loved and cared about. Even after the American War of Independence, which hurt me badly, I still had a soft spot for him. He sure got much stronger after his independence, that's a solid fact, but his personality never really changed much. He still seemed to be the naïve, carefree, childish boy.

It took me a while to realize that. After the Independence war, I had locked myself up, unwilling to see anything and anyone. It was only after the two world wars when we were allies, that I found out that he was still America. He was my America, whom I had loved so much. Of course, he didn't pick fights with me when he was my colony, but nonetheless I treasured the fights. I treasured every moment of our interaction.

Hope you liked it, although you probably didn't.

Chapter Two will be coming at some point, and I don't know when. May is full of tests, so it all comes down to luck if I can spare some time for writing.