On to the next part! This is just a continuation of what happened. It didn't seem to fit the first one right so I just made a second chapter for it)
"I love you Engwand." he yawned, "Oh, but you know… if you go outside the gate, I've seen a lot of people who looked like you. I guess I can tell you my nightmare while you're asleep."
He stretched his back, trying to keep himself from sleeping.
"This is your only chance, so listen carefully!" He whispered, careful not to waken him.
"I dreamt I came out the borders of the house, and I couldn't find you… I got lost Engwand! Lost! I couldn't even fly like the heroes I've heard so much about. I don't want you to go on the ship Engwand! Take me with you." He tried his best not to cry, but try as he may; one tear was able to escape from the corner of his eye.
"That's why," he continued, "When I heard you say you wanted to shave your eyebrows a while ago, I panicked…" he choked.
"Oh, but, I made sure to sneak back to the end of the hall so you wouldn't know I spied on you…" he wiped his eyes, and jerked in surprise. "A-ah, but I won't scratch my eyes anymore, so don't take me to the doctor, or shave off your eyebrows, o-or go out the gate without me!"
He felt a twitch on the older mans' chest.
He looked up, and saw the Brit's eyes half open.
"That's a good lad America… very good." He praised. "You finally learned to control yourself huh?"
America stuttered. He had the perfect time, plan, opportunity to tell England how he felt without a hint of embarrassment, but there he was, giggling.
"ENGWAND! H-how di-, I thought you were-?" He had finally calmed down when he felt two lean arms surround him.
"I love you too America." England breathed, "Now go to sleep, I won't shave them off."
"Promise?" he burrowed himself deep into his chest.
"I Promise."