I don't own Hetalia! Or Band-Aids!
England stopped in front of his house and put America down. The little boy looked up at England's huge house with wide eyes. "Wow, ith so bwig!" He exclaimed. England smiled and opened the door "You can go in if you like." America took a small step forward before fully entering into the house. He looked up and saw the large stairway spiraling up to the top. America walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up.
"Wow, ith goes soooo high!" England chuckled. "You're room is up there, you want to go see it?" The little nation beamed, nodded and began climbing the stairs. He could fit his whole body onto one stair and it was going rather slow so England picked the nation up and took him to the second floor.
England stopped at the third door, put America down and opened the door. The little nation's eyes widened as he saw a good sized bed, some stuffed animals here and there, also a desk with paper and writing utensils. "Wow! Thanks, Br- England!" America said as he ran into the room plopping down onto the bed. The little nation hadn't had a nice soft bed before, it felt great!
England watched as America snuggled into his soft bed, he smiled softly. "I'm going down to fix dinner, alright? You can stay up here and play if you want to." America nodded, jumped down from his bed and ran to the toy box digging through it. England turned and went to the kitchen wondering what to make for the kids first real meal.
America dug through the toy box till he found a large bag of…colored things. He picked up the bag, set it down on the floor and plopped down in front of it. He reached in and pulled out a odd blue shape, it had four round things on the top of it. He set it down and got out a yellow one of the same shape, except this one had three. America looked at the blue thing then the yellow, he turned over the yellow thing and saw some holes on the bottom, he looked at the blue thing, it was the same shape…It was time to test out what he was thinking.
America put the yellow thing on top of the blue and it clicked together. America sat back and blinked, so…they all went together? He picked out another one and put it on the yellow one, it clicked into place. America smiled, completely fascinated with this, it was so cool! America started pulling the colored things out and connecting them, until they were almost gone. He had made three towers almost taller than he was, just one more left...but he couldn't reach.
The little nation looked around and saw a small chair, he got up and pulled it close to the tower and stood up on it, on his tip toes trying to put the last one on. America leaned forward just a bit…more…more…more…click. America smiled as it made the clicking sound. He tried to push himself back but the chair started to tip, America paled; he was going to fall on his tower! He tired desperately to go back but the chair gave way then he, the chair and the tower came crashing down, America screamed.
England was almost done fixing dinner when he heard a thump and a scream. He quickly threw down his stirring spoon and ran upstairs into America's room. He found the smaller nation crying with a chair on top of him and blocks scattered everywhere. England walked over and took the chair off the nation and picked him up while rocking him back and forth. "Shhh, shhh, its all right, what happened?" He asked comfortingly. America sniffed and clutched into England's shirt. "I-I-I, w-w-as trying t-to…" He hiccupped "Trying to b-build, sniff, a tower out of the colored things…I sniff, sniff, couldn't reach the top to get the last one, sniff, on and I tried to use a chair to, sniff, get it on but, I fell and…sniff."
England looked at America and saw a small scratch on his cheek. He carried him to the bathroom and set him down on the sink before rummaging through the cabinet. He pulled out a box of Band-Aids® and stuck one on the little nation's cheek. America looked sheepishly up at England who was throwing the wrapper away. England turned to America, but he didn't look mad, he looked more…concerned. "Just, don't do that again, okay?" America nodded slowly as he was picked up by England. "It's time to eat." Ironical America's stomach growled making him grin and giggle. England smiled and took him down to the kitchen.
"Whats we have'n?" America asked as he sat down in a chair.
"It's 'what are we having.' And we are having fish finger with fries." England decided it would be good to have finger foods first, and then they will move on to forks when he is a bit older. America nodded and sung his feet back while humming and watching England work. The food was set in front of him and his stomach growled, he picked up the chicken but quickly threw it down holding his fingers. "Hot…" mumbled. England laughed "Yes, it's hot. You have to let it cool down." The little nation pouted "But I'm hungry!"
"Non, you are, America, not Hungary." A voice was heard and England groaned, he knew who that was. "Bonjour, les amis! Ah, you are gonna eat L'Angleterre's cooking, huh? Brave boy you have 'ere." He patted America on the head. "It's too bad really, he could have much better food here than…" He examined the food. "Fish fingers."
England frowned "We are taking the process slowly. He wouldn't be able to eat properly with a fork yet." France nodded. "Ah, oui, you are correct." England nodded "Now if you wouldn't mind, leave." America looked up at France then England, why did he have to leave? France gave a hurt expression and draped the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically "Oh, I'm so hurt!" America frowned then looked at England. "England, pwease can France stay and eat wit us?" England nearly fell out of his chair at this request. France grinned and bent down beside America tapping him on the head.
"At least someone here loves me, bon garcon. You couldn't possibly turn down your sons request could you?" England composed himself. "He is not my son." France frowned "Ouch. Poor la petite Amérique! I bet he's 'urt!" America looked at France. "Yea, I am hurt, see?" He pointed to the Band-Aid® on his face. France gasped and turned America's head to get a better look.
"What is the meaning of this? You're first day here and you've managed to scratch yourself up!" America giggled "I fell trying to make the tower high!" France looked at England who sighed and explained. "He was building with blocks and he couldn't reach high enough so he stood up on a chair and fell." France pulled the child into a tight embrace. "If you lived with me you would never have a scratch on you!" England growled "Well he doesn't so get out." France stood up and stuck his tongue out. "Fine, fine, if you insist! Au revoir!" France yelled as he left the house.
England sighed and then started to eat, with a fork mind you. America picked up a fry and took a bite. America almost gagged; it was the worst thing he had tasted! He stopped chewing and looked at his plate full of food; he had to eat all that…? He looked up at England who was happily eating, he didn't want to make England sad that he didn't like it…he quickly chewed the rest of it and swallowed it. It was awful, but he didn't want to hurt England…he took another bite, ugh.
England looked over at America who was finishing up his second fish finger. America looked up at England. "I'm full." Most of the food was gone except one fish and a few fries. England nodded "You can go outside and play if you want to, there's a swing on the tree in the backyard." America nodded and ran towards where he figured the door was.
He found it quite easily; he opened up the door and stepped outside. He reached down into his pants and pulled out the fish and fries. He had to put them somewhere…he found a spot where there was no grass and started to bury the food.
"It's horrible, non?" America jumped and turned around to see France standing right behind him. America looked down "Don't tell England, please don't." France shook his head, "I wasn't going to, but you do have to eat." America frowned. "But it's gross." France nodded and (out of nowhere) pulled out a bowl of something stringy. It smelled so good! America looked up at France then back down at the bowl. "Its Ramen, its good for not being French food." America took the bowl and stared at it.
"How do you eat it?" France snorted. "You eat it with a fork, silly boy." America stared at the metal pointy thing before him. He had never seen one before, it looked so weird! "Uh, I don't know how to use it." France sighed and picked up the fork. "You can just scoop it like this…"He demonstrated and pointed it at America's mouth. America opened his small mouth and shut it over the food. America's eyes widened as how good it tasted, the fork slid out and he chewed, Ahhh, good food…France smiled and handed the bowl to America. "If Iggy there finds you eating this tell him it was a 'snack' from France, L'accord?" America tilted his head, France smiled. "That means, okay?" America nodded and mumbled a think and started to eat. France laughed and quickly crept away.
America got done and stared sadly at the bowl; he could eat a lot more of the stuff…maybe he could ask Iggy to buy him some! America paused, no, he couldn't let England know that France gave him food. He took the bowl and hit it behind the outdoor trashcan, there, he won't find it. America smiled and ran over to the swing, he hopped up on it and sat there….now what?
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I'll write more later today =] I promise. Question: When should Canada come in? He probably wont be for a while...but I still need to know...I like to plan ahead =] If you have an ideas, anything you would like to see happen please let me know. Otherwise, some chapters might be really random.