Disclamer! I do not own Hetalia! If I did I wouldn't be as awesome as it is!

Warnings! None, mostly some small fluff. No real historical event. First fan fiction ever written.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid..."

He could feel the grass beneath his naked feet as he ran through the rain. With the breath painfully cutting in his throat, his legs leaped the distance between the house and the forest. The woods grew blurry when the rain smudged its shapes as he came closer, or maybe it not only was the rain.

"...Stupid Stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid..."

The cold chilled the child to his very bone. He gave up running and painted heavy as he sat down with his small back against a tree. With his thin arms wrapped around his tiny legs, the boy blinked away the tears from his clear blue eyes.

"...Stupid, stupid England!" he said under his breath while trying not to cry too hard.

"America!"

The boy's body tensed when he heard the familiar voice and shut his eyes thigh. He tried to make himself smaller and less notice able, hoping the greater nation would not be able to find him in the thick forest and heavy rain. His hopes vanished as soon as he heard the voice close up and a big hand grabbing his shoulder roughly.

"AMERICA!" England Shouted, his voice drenched with worry.

"Let go!" the smaller nation replied harshly trying to wrestle the hand off, still with his eyes closed.

"Go away!"

"Stop this nonsense! You're going to catch a cold like this." The older one argued, lifting the protesting colony to embrace the kicking and hitting blonde.

"Like 'wou care!" America sniffed as his body grew tired of trying to hurt the other nation and his eyes growing heavy from his own exhaustion and England's comfortable body heat.

"Of course I care! Bloody rain, you're soaking wet." The other nation mumbled as he begun to walk home with the tinny America in his arms.

"No you don't!"

"Don't be stubborn. "

"You- wou... You wouldn't le-leave me if y- you d-did."

England gave a small sigh, feeling the smaller colony hiccupping against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry America, but a nation has its responsibilities." He tried to explain to the crying child as he stroked some rain off the boy's faire hair. "I can't stay."

"Pweese" America pleaded, his tinny voice nearly breaking England's heart. The older man sighed once again.

"Let's make you some nice warm tea to warm you up."

The child stayed quiet until the sobs stopped and gave the man some time to make his way to the house once again. When they arrived at the doorstep, the boy made his voice barely heard over the rain pouring down outside.

"England"

"Yes?"

"C-Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

The older nation could not fight the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Of course you can."