It had been forever since England had thought about the ocean. More or less go in it. He had been afraid of the water ever since he was a young country. After all, he nearly lost his life the last time he went into the water. He always wanted to learn how to swim and get over his fear, but even as a pirate, he simply could not get over it. But now, he had no choice. His friend, no, his brother was struggling in the water. He put on a life jacket and brought another one for Alfred, and jumped into the ocean off the boat. He quickly grabbed Alfred, strapped him in the life jacket, and waded in the water, waiting for France to come back for them. He noticed Alfred shivering in the water. He knew that it was simply too cold for him in this. It was too cold for him too. He started to simply move East in the water, dragging Alfred with him. After half an hour of swimming, or what England considered swimming, he saw an island. He started to pick up his pace, trying to get there faster. He placed his palm on the unconscious Alfred's cheek. He was freezing!
When he got on the island, he drug Alfred up along the shore, far up along the beach. He placed his ear on Alfred's chest, making sure he was breathing. He heard him giving off loud, raspy breaths. "Good," he thought, "At least he's breathing. I'll start a fire to warm him up." He began taking wood, leaves, and twigs and used some rocks to start a fire. He grabbed some more wood and palm leaves and made a small hut like thing. He also grabbed some coconuts and broke them with a rock. He figured Alfred would be hungry when he woke up. He looked over and saw the country still shivering. "Poor lad," he said outloud that time, "you're still so cold." He took off his jacket, warm now from the fire, and laid it over the American's chest like a cloak. He began to sit by the fire, waiting on Alfred.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, Arthur heard a sigh coming from the American, followed by a moan. "Alfred," Arthur said. The lad's eyes opened halfway, red and tired. "A-Arthur?" he asked confused. "Yes, yes lad it's me," he said happily. He heard the country's stomach begin to growl. He grunted in pain and clutched his stomach. "You hungry there laddy?" he asked. Alfred didn't say anything, he just nodded. Alfred handed him a coconut half and he began to scrape out the meat and eat it. When he was done, he set the coconut shell aside. "Thank you," he quietly said. "You're very welcome," he said smiling. "Arthur," Alfred said, "What happened to me? I only remember being wet." "Well," Arthur began, "You started drowning, so I wrapped a life jacket around you. So I brought you here and set a few things up. Since then, I've just been waiting."
For a while, there was just an awkward silence. Then Alfred yawned. "Are you tired lad?" Alfred jumped slightly, hearing Arthur's question, he simply nodded. "Time for bed then," England said lovingly. He supported Alfred by the shoulders and brought him into his makeshift shelter, lying him down on the palm leaf bed. "You get some sleep," Arthur said, "I'll keep watch." Just as he was about to leave, he heard a little voice call his name. "A-Arthur," the country said. "Yes," Arthur responded. "Goodnight," he said, before completely blacking out. "Lad," Arthur asked, full of worry. Then realizing that the younger country had simply fallen asleep. He sighed, "Sleep well little alfie," he said. He then gave him a short goodnight kiss on the forehead, and left the shelter.
To be continued…..
Well, on the whole note, what do you think? I don't think it's that bad for my second fanfiction.
This is not my drawing