England lies in his bed happily with his lover. Arms raped around each other with tender love. England new there was only a few days be for his spell would ware off on America. A soft smile lies on the lips of the older lad as he told stories about lots of things. When he finished the story Alfred's small smile was stamped on with closed eyes as his head laid agents the other's chest.

"Oh Alfred, even when your little you still have that same smile."

England smiled and sighed. Only if America could stay like this for ever then England would truly fell needed. It's cute how he is a child again.

"Oh I love you America! ~ Even if you small again like a child, I still love you. ~"

With a smile bigger than his face, England brought the boy closer to him and laid his head upon the other's head. Planting a soft kiss on Alfred's head. Arthur smiled even more and laid completely down, holding the little lad close.

"sweet dreams America, luv."