A/N So I actually wrote these about a month ago but never posted them, so a bunch of chapters will probably be posted rapidly tonight before I go to sleep. I also have a lot of other Hetalia one-shot stories going on throughout my many school notebooks (because that's what I do during AP English and math). So basically, these are just a bunch of stories centered around America (and usually England) from the time he was found by England (so two years in my opinion) to the Revolutionary war (so seventeen years in my opinion).
Listen to "Lullaby for a stormy night" while reading this. I love this song and I can very well picture Britain singing this to little 'Murica. Preferably listen to the male version.
Rain slapped against the window glass harshly, blurring America's view of the outside world. The blue-eyed child stared fearfully at the water, tensely awaiting the dreaded flash and boom he was positive was about to come. With a roar of thunder, lightning illuminated the sky, emitting a shriek from the small child.
"England!" the boy cried as he ran out of the room, his white nightshirt trailing behind him, his tiny feet clacking against the chilled, wooden floor.
The British man was staying for a few days, and was currently asleep in the spare room he had for himself. However, at the calling of his little brother, England's paternal instincts kicked in and he was startled out of dreamland. He literally leapt out of the comforting warmth of his bed and burst through the door of his room, halting abruptly in order to avoid trampling his little charge, who was standing at the door, wide-eyed and weeping.
"Whatever is the matter, little one?" he questioned gently, drawing the little boy in his arms.
"I-I…'m scared. Loud!" the hysterical child cried.
"You're afraid? Of what-the storm?"
America nodded, his sobs turning to sniffles and his tears drying. Everything was alright, now that he was with his big brother.
"Shh, little child. My little brother. The storm shan't harm you, little America."
England soothed the young nation back to sleep and crawled into his own bed with tiny America still in his loving embrace.