Wow, shortest thing I ever wrote. Nothing special. It was just raining really heavily, so I got this idea. Orignally I planned USUK, but...well, I didn't make it in the end. Try to enjoy.

I just put another horror movie in the DVD player when my brother sighed loudly.

''It seems I'll have to stay here for a little longer.'' he said. I looked at him curiously.

''Eh, why's dat?''

I munched on my popcorn. Matthew sighed. He really did that a lot.

''Don't speak with filled mouth, brother. And in case you haven't noticed, there's a huge storm outside. I don't want to fly back to Ottawa in this weather.''

And as proof of his words a thunder cut the sky. I realized that outside it was dark grey, making my living room seem kind of scary. It was raining. I laughed.

''Don't tell me you're scared of storms!'' I smirked at my brother, who just hugged his what-is-his-name teddy bear tightly.

''I am not!'' he opposed. I waved it off and sat on the couch more comfortably, grabbed a full-hand of delicious salty popcorn, stuffed it in my mouth and pressed the play button. I loved horrors, and watching it in storm just meant it would double the scary effect. Not that the horrors were scary enough to scare a hero like me. Nor the storms were.

Suddenly, with another thunder, a memory hit me in an instant.

''England…England, I'm scared!''

The very first storm I could remember was when I was…well, a child. There probably had been some storms before this one, but somehow only that particular summer storm remained in my memory.

I remembered being fascinated by that amazing amount of water falling down, but when the thunder had come, the little me ran to England, scared.

I saw Matthew fidget on the couch as IT appeared. It could have been scary, but I wasn't actually paying attention to the movie. I was hypnotized by the rain behind my windows. I wasn't scary. It was heavy. No…I shook my head. The memories were heavy. Not the rain.

''Don't worry, it's just summer storm.''

I still remembered his gentle smile, kindness in his green eyes, his warm hands caressing my head.

''But if you really want to, you can stay with me.''

''Aaa, shit! A clown eating people!'' yelled my brother as he hugged me, scared to death by Pennywise. I tried to comfort him. Huge lightning illuminated the room. But it wasn't scary.

''Come here. There's nothing to be afraid of.''

That was what England said to me. And I recalled cuddling to him, and him reading me a story. Ever since then, for the time of my childhood, during storms I had listened to stories, hidden in his arms.

And when he hadn't been there when thunders had appeared, I had just locked myself in his room, hugging all of my favorites toys. Then I had grown up, and stopped fearing the storms.

But one still froze my heart every time I remembered.

''God dammit…Why?''

The rain had been never falling so heavily as back then. It had never been so cold.

''You know why…!''

''Eh, brother…are you okay?''

I looked up to Canada and realized the streams coming out of my eyes. I took my glasses off, and wiped out the tears.

''It's ok.''

''Are you sure?''

''I'm positive. ''

I hadn't even tried to concentrate on the movie anymore. I stood up.

''Where are you going?''

''To make a phone-call.''

''Yes?''

He answered the phone.

''Huh…England…''

''Ah, America…what is it?''

I took a deep breath before speaking again.

''I'm scared of the storm.''