Hey Guys! I'm still working on "Ill-fated meeting," but this is just a one-shot I wanted to write. I'm not sure what it is, but I love the concept of little!America and brotherly!Britan. I sure hope someone else who reads this does, also.
Kisses!
Ellie
England stood at the stove making breakfast when he heard the footsteps of America grow louder as the small colony made his way into the kitchen. The empire turned around to see the child grabbing his pants.
"Yes, America?" England asked while smiling. America looked from England's face to the plate his brother was holding and back again. England chuckled as he watched the boy. "I suppose you'd like some? Go sit at the table and I will get you something to eat." The colony let go of Britain's pajama pants and went over to the table where he yanked out a chair a pulled himself onto it. Britan turned back around to face the toaster and was putting in some bread when he heard a few small coughs from behind him. He turned and only saw the back of America's head
"You alright, America?" England asked. The colony just nodded, Nantucket flopping as the boy's head moved. The empire turned back around and finished making the toast (which miraculously was not burnt) and placed it on two different plates, one for him and one for his charge. He placed one plate in front of the colony and sat down at the opposite end of the table with his own plate. He took a bite of his toast after spreading some jam on it and then looked at the child across the table from him. He hadn't touched his food at all, extremely out of the ordinary for the colony. England was immediately concerned.
"America?" He questioned. "Are you going to eat your food?" The boy shook his head. "Well, why not?" England questioned further. America didn't look up, instead climbing out of his seat and walking over to Britan. The small boy held his arms up to Britan, and the empire noticed how pink his cheeks looked. He reached down and pulled the colony into his lap, noticing how warm the boy was. America buried his face into England's chest, and a muffled "Tummy hurts," was all that he got from the boy.
"Oh dear," Britan said. "I do believe you have a fever. Why don't I bring you upstairs and you can go back to bed." The colony just nodded, his face still buried in England's shirt. Oh my, thought England. The boy really must be sick if he isn't protesting going to sleep. The empire sighed as he stood up, the warm colony in his arms. The two of them started walking up the stairs, well, one of them walking, and towards America's bedroom. All of the sudden, America looked up at England, Eyes wide. The older boy knew exactly what that meant and dashed into the bathroom and placing the colony in front of the toilet where tiny hands gripped the white rim and a tiny boy's dinner made a reappearance. Britan was down on his knees next to the sick colony, rubbing soothing circles on his back. When the boy was finished, England looked down at him.
"Are you done?" he asked.
The boy started to nod, but then quickly shook his head and turned back towards the toilet, heaving once more. The circles on America's back resumed.
This happened once more, and then, finally the colony was finished. England wiped the sick off America's face and helped him rinse out his mouth. The small boy leaned up against Britan, shivering and half asleep.
"Huwts," America whispered.
"I know, dear," England replied. "Would you like to go sleep?"
America nodded, and once again, England stood up with the colony in his arms to go place him in bed, this time without incident. By the time they reached the bedroom, America had already fallen asleep in the Brit's arms. He carefully placed the sleeping child in bed, and then walked out, closing the door.
"Sleep well, America."