Itty bitty oneshot. Working currently on something fun I know you guys'll love, but I hit a small snag. So rather than force sub-par, I let sub-par come naturally and channeled it into 300 words.
For some reason I've been obsessed with Hetalia bros lately, lol! Fic is pre-Revolution.
"England!" America shouted down the hall. "England! Hey!"
Deep in the confines of his candle-lit study, England grimaced. How could something as small as America contain so much energy? England could barely keep up as it was.
"England!" came the demanding voice again. "Where are you? Let's go fishing!"
"In here, America," England called despite himself.
The door to England's study flew open with a bang and England winced. "America, I told you not to slam doors."
"Sorry, England," the wild-eyed child said. "Can we go play?"
"Not today, sweetheart. I've got a ton of paperwork to catch up on."
"But can't you do that when you go home?" America pouted. "We never get to play anymore."
England ruffled America's hair apologetically. "Sorry, America. But this is what countries have to do. We have to balance our budgets and take care of our people and feed little brothers that seem to eat the entire western hemisphere every month."
"You can't even take a little break?"
"I'm afraid not."
America's eyes filled with tears. He sniffled. "O-okay."
England tried not to watch the little boy leave. America whimpered and shuffled his feet slowly. He started to sing softly between choked sobs.
"And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man on the moon..."
England bit his lip as tears sprang into his eyes.
"When you coming home, dad, I don't know when. But we'll get together then, son. You know we'll have a-"
"Bloody hell," England growled. "America, grab your pole. Let's go fishing."
"Yay!