Wales gave a nervous glance at England, the little nation had been bullied by Scotland and Ireland again…he was sitting on a rock muttering something and petting the air. "hey Lloegr, you okay?" he asked, England gasped and fell backwards, landing in a small stream, wales ran over to him, knowing his little brother couldn't swim. Luckily, the stream wasn't too deep and the little brit was sitting upright. Sniffling, Wales picked him up gently, "whats wrong Lloegr?.." he asked. England whimpered and tried to squirm out of his brothers grasp. "hey its okay!...i wont hurt you!" Wales said, putting him down, the little boy looked up at him, "b-but….your with them…aren't you?.." he asked. The welsh nation sighed and sat down. England crawled onto his lap, "so…you wont hurt me?.." he asked. "of course not..".
Wales spent the rest of the afternoon teaching England how to hunt and shoot arrows, eventually the little nation started to get tired. "well…I'd best be off Lloegr…" wales smiled, England nodded slowly his eyes drooping slightly. The welsh nation sighed, would England be okay on his own?...he looked at the sky…it was going to rain. "c'mon then.." he smiled picking the sleepy brit up. He carried him to his cabin and went into the guest bedroom. He put his brother into the bed and ruffled his hair, he turned out the light and slowly closed the door.
"goodnight Lloegr…".
~ The end! ~
