WoW, you people are ACTIVE! Reviews, watches, favorites.. Thank you! Thank you very much. And keep them coming, I gotta tell you while all the favorites make me giddy as a school girl, the reviews help me gage what I'm doing. I need feed back! Critique, and just plan direction. I'll tell you right now these are just drabbles (I sure hope I'm using that word right) there is no story here. I have a vauge idea of where a plot is hiding, but I'm not sure if I want to track it down..
Oh business! I'm looking for a beta reader! I sloshed through a bunch last night in the beta bin, but I was either not impressed, too impressed and a mite intimidated, offended or just couldn't really find my perfect-soulbeta. If you are interested please send me a note, I do warn you I'm impatient, I do understand real life comes first, and if you're going into space, decorating a wedding cake, or studying for exams, I can give you time. But I expect a 900w doc to be turned around in 3-4 days. Also while i'm sure my grammar and spelling need make-overs I'm really looking for someone to bounce ideas off of and help me rangle characters.
Again, if my french sucks please blame wiki-answers, yahoo-answers, various other translation websites, and my sister. That is all.
The soft crying was transcendent, it was everywhere! There wasn't a crack or cranny unaffected in the entire house, even the very marrow of Englands' bones filled and overflowed with sorrow. Though as the desperation increased the less he wanted to move. His trust in the "Sleeping through the night" baby manual he'd bought was rapidly fading as the longer the child went unattended the louder he got. Arthur didn't have to look at the color coded monitors on his nightstand to know which the pitiful lament was emitting. Though it wasn't until a sleep sodden yawn of a voice spoke through one that he made a move.
"Et iz yours Mon ami, pray he does not wake Matthieu or et will be you crying next."
The Englishman groaned as he sat up, playing the role of exhausted zombie rather convincingly. Clumsily he shuffled into slippers and wrapped his naked torso in a soft cotton robe. He ambled down the hall eyes half closed and occasionally using the wall as a stabilizer until he reached a door decorated with a glittering maple leaf. The room was blissfully free of it's own dissident music of the night, just to make sure he walked to the center of the room and peered through the hangings and round edge of the crib. Though Canada was Frances charge England was rather fond of the tiny blond nation that looked so much like his own little America, carefully he brushed a kiss across the toddlers forehead and retreated.
He was unaware of what perils laid in wait for him down the hall, so as England exited Canadas nursery he quietly closed the door. Taking in a deep breath he walked to the corner nursery, the death cry had become a smoldering whimper, which was not an improvement even with the decreased volume. It meant that America was truly upset over seomthing and if that wasn't heartbreaking enough, it meant it would also take twice as much time to clam him down, and likely would resolve in one of them sleeping in the others room.
A pitiful sight met him as he entered the room. Some how America had gotten his leg stuck down between the mattress and the bars of the crib, he was resignedly resting against the bars whimpering, one leg stuck the other bent under him. Guilt suffused Arthurs' body for letting him cry as long as he had, sprinting to the edge of the crib he released Alfreds leg in a trice and had him up in his arms just as quickly.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, oh g* I'm sorry." Gently he massaged the formerly trapped leg, Alfred let out a sharp complaint, but Englands questing fingers found the bone to be whole, though the muscle and skin was probably very sore. He massaged each leg in turn as Alfreds silent tears soaked his shoulder. He rocked the nation only for another moment before a boxer and robe clad figure hastily entered the room.
"Ez everyzing alright? Zhe monitor, I 'eard you.." he trailed off pointing instead to a wicker table where a one way baby monitor stood blinking with life for explanation.
"He's fine" England sighed and gave France a guilty grimace, "he got stuck between the mattress and the bars."
"Pauvre petit gars!" Francis drifted towards them silently resting a hand on the Americans head and stroking his corn silk hair "'e is un'armed zen?"
"Yes," he swayed a moment or two longer the Frog silently standing guard. "Is he alseep?"
"Oui"
England carried America back to the crib and slowly lowered him, whether it was the new position he was at or the absence of additional body heat Alfred awoke and started to cry again, swiftly England brought him back to his shoulder and he quieted to a soft cooing.
"looks like I've got a small slobbery bedfellow tonight." France chuckled and clapped a hand on Englands other shoulder as they walked out of the nursery.
"Zomezing every man should 'ave at least once en 'es life. Bonne nuit!" and at that they parted ways