A little drabble.
Little America- Daddy England
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The thunder crashed loudly and Alfred jumped under his covers. He pulled them up past his nose just as the lightning flashes again. He whimpers, curling into a ball. It was dark in his room. The lantern that usually burned late into the night had burnt itself out. Alfred whimpered again, sniffling as the thunder crashed again.
The sniffles soon turned to small hiccups and then to sobs. Tears rolled down the hot cheeks of the small boy shivering under the covers. He jumped again as the thunder got louder. Alfred buried his head into his pillow and cried a little harder. He whimpered, wishing his father figure was there at the moment. He was too scared to move.
His door creaked open, warm light spilling into the small room.
"Alfred?" A voice asked quietly. The said boy peaked out from under his quilt.
He saw Arthur peaking into the room. He was holding a candle, his other hand on the doorknob. He let out a sob and held out his arms to the older nation.
Arthur's face visibly softened and quietly padded over to the small colony's bed. He sat on the edge, and then leaned over to put the candle he was carrying into the lantern. He smiled gently and pulled the shivering boy onto his lap.
Alfred leaned his head against Arthur's shoulder wrapping an arm around the older blond's. Alfred stuck his thumb into his mouth, a childish habit. Arthur hummed as he slowly started to stoke the worn out boy's hair.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray…" England sang softly, holding the boy close to him. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away."
As Arthur hummed the rest of the song, Alfred slowly drifted to sleep. The older nation slowly wrapped the smaller in a blanket and put him back in bed. He smiled as he gently made his way out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
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"Arthur?" Someone asked, snapping England back to attention. He looked around, totally lost.
"Eh?" He asked as he looked up into France's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing at all, monsieur, just that the meeting is over and you were, as America calls it, spacing out." The perverted country raised and eyebrow, a smile creeping to his face. "What were you thinking about? A lucky mademoiselle?"
"No." England said with a straight face, and then it melted into an affectionate smile. "Just how I used to sing America to sleep when he was just a little colony. He was so cute." England sighs.
Somewhere in the world, Alfred sneezed and got a weird tingle up his back.