~This one was fun to write... :-) R&R plz~

Chapter 3: The Lake...and the Cave?:


Running into her bedroom quickly, Tairie rummaged through her drawer, eagerly looking to find her swimsuit. Suddenly, she stood up quickly, and pulled out a pink dress, laced and striped brown, causing all of the things above it to jump violently towards her, pushing her off of her feet. Landing on her bottom with a quiet 'bump', she laughed silently, ripping a white child's bonnet off of her head, and began to clean up the area quickly. Running to her door, she locked the wooden nob tightly, rushing to throw on her suit. As soon as she popped her red hair through the bright pink dress, England knocked softly on the brown door. Jumping slightly, she broke out in a smile and ran to greet him, laughing as he reached down and ruffled her hair, making her adjust her bow in turn. "You ready?" He asked, staring down at her with green orbs. She nodded, grabbing his finger as he held it out for her to grasp, and the two made their way outside, meeting with the eager blonde American. "Aw, Tairie you're so cute!" The American boasted, blue eyes shinning with joy. She simply smiled and tugged on her brother's finger, eyeing the path to the lake impatiently. The Brit laughed along with America, and they all began walking towards the lake in the distance. The air became silent, but not tense, there was a warm feeling, a feeling of being secure and safe that surrounded the group. As soon as they'd reached the lake, both the American and the young girl's feet had grown tired, and they laughed as they plunged into the water. "Don't go too far off, alright?" England asked, smiling as she nodded her head innocently, continuing to go further into the lake. Once she was chest deep, she began to paddle around the edge, both countries being sure to keep an eye on her from afar.
"America, how are the allies doing?" England called, and slipped into the lagoon, shivering at the cold green water that lapped at his stomach once he began to walk. "They're good, but it's sort of quiet when you're not there, why don't you come to the next meeting?" After asking, America immediately realized the look in the Brits eyes. "I'd love to, but Ireland..." Looking out into the bay where she had last been seen, his heart stopped, and he nearly fell to his knees. Seeing this, America became slightly panicked. "What's wrong?" He yelled, rushing to England's side. "Tairie, she's gone." As he said those words, America's heart fell to the pit of his stomach. Looking around, both men became light-headed from worry. "Tairie!" England yelled, listening to try and get a small sound. Nothing. "TAIRIE!" He yelled, feeling his throat clench once he heard a small, barely noticeable yell. "Big brother!" It yelled and, hearing this, both brother's dashed off, legs growing quicker along with their heart beats and yells to get the girl back safely. "In here!" She called, straining her voice through a large rock that seemed to have closed her in a tight cave. Glancing to each other, they both gave a strong nod, lifting the heavy rock easily and throwing it out into the loch. "Tairie!" Both shouted, holding the trembling figure that jumped out from the cave. Quietly, America took off his jacket, placing it on the child, and, without a word, America ran off into the cave, not bothering to tell what he was to do. England sighed, expecting as much from the country, and looked down at the frigid girl. She was cold to the touch, and the fact that she was damp didn't help much at all. Holding her in front of him, he lifted his warm hand to her forehead, gasping at the heat that seared outwards from her. "Your burning up..." England said, hugging her closer, attempting to warm her. Not a moment later, the American stormed out, soaked and freezing, his blonde locks grasping onto his face. Keeping his face hidden, he looked to England, and asked in a solemn voice. "Can I hold her?" England's eyes hardened with the gritty tone of his voice, gazing down at the girl, he watched her breath softly, red lashes sleeping softly on her damp skin and eyebrows furrowed from sickness. Nodding, he handed the girl to the awaiting arms of the country, and watched as his strong arms wrapped their way around her small form, tight, but gentle nonetheless. Both men looked at each others eyes, England's green and hardened, and Americas, blue and fierce.
That night was the night that the two brothers sat and thought, warming their bodies and hers, close to the fire. America regretted what had happened, telling himself he should've rescued her before she was put in danger, and England mentally screamed at himself for letting her safety be threatened. The brothers looked up at one another, staring fiercely through each other's eyes, and swore to protect her, as her big brothers.


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