America stood on the soft sand, staring at the blue ocean in front of him. The waves licked his feet gently, making him shiver from the instant cold he would feel occasionally. He wasn't sure what possessed him to come down to the ocean and just stand there, but he did. He breathed in the scent of the salty air provided by the water and sighed contently. He loved the ocean.

"But why am I here?" He wondered to himself out loud. He had had a dream about the ocean the other night, but in the dream he wasn't alone. He was with someone else, and the only feature he could remember was the bright, sparkling emerald eyes that captivated him almost immediately. He knew many people with green eyes. Hungary, for example, or Egypt, Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Greece, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, North Ireland and...England.

"He does have beautiful eyes," America said, smiling as he thought about the emerald eyed beauty that raised him. He had the same eyes as his brothers, but America had always thought that Englands eyes were the most beautiful of them all. Yes, truly beautiful.

He shook his head, trying to rid England from his thoughts and focus on the task of figuring out who he dreamed about. The possibility of it being England was...Very high. Seriously, who else would I dream of? Spain? Not likely.

"But what would England say if he found out I dreamed about him?" He asked himself. He closed his eyes and thought about what he had dreamed.

America was walking along the beach, barefoot, feeling the softness of the sand below his feet. He laughed to himself whenever the grains tickled his toes. The sun was beginning to set, giving off a warm glow on the horizon as the sky turned from blue to orange, red and then purple. He looked up from the ground he was staring at to see someone standing with their back to him in the distance. He couldn't make out who it was, but he could tell it was male, smaller than him, and the feeling was strangely familiar. He made out short hair, swaying delicately with the winds.

"Who are you?" He called out to the person ahead of him. "Please, answer me!"

The person turned to look at him, a smile present on his face, but somehow his face was still hidden from America's vision. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words were muted, preventing him from picking out his accent. The smile stayed present on his face as he began to back away slowly, and the last thing America saw before waking up was beautiful, emerald green eyes looking at him.

"It must be England...," America said. "Who else could it be?"

He shook the thoughts from his head and walked over to where he previously discarded his shoes and began to walk away from the beach. He decided to take the longer route home, which went through the forest. He always found himself wandering around the forest everytime he thought about England. The forest was always his favorite place, wasn't it?

He smiled to himself as he walked through the thick forest. It was quiet, calm, and almost soothing to the point of washing away all his thoughts. The only sounds were the occasional snapping of twigs as he walked, the scurrying of the mice on the forest floor, or the hooting of an owl or two getting ready to go for their nightly hunts. It was peaceful.

He kept walking deeper into the forest but in the direction of home. The flowers and the mushrooms gave the forest some beautiful scenery, along with the variety of the trees. Suddenly, another beautiful thing filled the air. It was a sound. The sound of someone singing. Who is that?

America followed the voice to the edge of the forest, but all he found was home. The owner of the voice had disappeared. He felt a frown take over his features. It was a beautiful song and a beautiful voice.

But where did it disappear to?

A/N: Hey, so sorry for the long wait for another story. I fell extremely ill since school began, and possibly may have to get surgery done. That aside, I am back and I have lots of inspiration for new stories and Im trying to get inspiration for my old stories for those of you who read and watch my other works. Thank you so much for all the wonderful comments and support for all my stories, it means a lot. This is a story I came up with to cheer my America up since getting sick with a terrible cold. Hope you like it, my Love.

Also, for those who watch me, a Halloween fic will be getting posted within the next couple of days but I need a pairing idea. For those who wish to review, please give me an idea for a pairing to write about for my Halloween Story. Thank you! Also, a new fic will be starting to get posted soon and it will definently be a long chapter story, possibly about America and England again since I love the pairing so much. Thanks again!

~England (Arthur Kirkland)~