A/N: This is my first Hetalia fanfic. Um, I'm tempted to include some yaoi… but I'm not sure if it'll work. As we move along the story, feel free to let me know what you think. Please review! Thanks, and enjoy! Also, if you didn't know, niisan means "older brother".
Prologue
"Niisan?" asked the small boy, his blue orbs shimmering with emotion. "Your are my niisan now?"
"Yes," replied the older gentleman, bending down to scoop the child into his arms. As he hefted him up, he ruffled the child's hair, causing him to giggle and nuzzle the man's neck with his tiny nose. "And niisan will protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you." The man paused, waiting for the boy to look up and make eye contact. The boy held his gaze, and the gentleman began in a serious tone,"I only need one thing from you." The small boy's eyes widened, but his gaze did not waver. The man hesitated, remembering all the times he had been betrayed before. His eyes closed, he spoke again, quietly. "Will you stay with me?"
A moment passed, then another, and still, no answer. The man sighed, his heart sinking. He had had such high—
"Of course!" exclaimed the child, hugging the man tightly around the neck. "I love niisan!"
Smiling brightly, the older gentleman shifted so that the boy could see around him. "Do you see this? The prairies, the grasslands, the mountains?" The boy nodded. "This is you. And I swear to protect you for as long as we are together. Forever."
The boy giggled again and hugged the man. "I love you England-niisan."
"I love you too, America."