Hey everyone :) Usually I write long ANs but I can't really think of much to write... apart from the fact that I turned 16 the other day! :D So I've been chilling in London for a few days, which is where I am updating from ^_^
Disclaimer: Really? It's obvious that I don't own this people "-.-
Contains: GermanyxPrussia... lolJK it's USxUK :P
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Chapter Four- When It Was Innocent
I know.
Somehow I just know when England's coming to visit me. Glancing at the clock by my bedside, I can't stop my mouth from dropping open.
"Seven o'clock? This is way too early!"
But I don't care, England is more important than sleep, and it's been ages since he last came to see me! Although I know that he'll probably tell me off for going outside in my PJs, I decide to chance it anyway. I hadn't had a letter, nor had I been informed of him coming over here but like I said earlier, I just know when my big brother comes to visit.
Sprinting down the stairs and out of the door, I begin to rush down the pathway that leads to my house.
England should be coming up here; he just has to be. He's totally here; I can sense it or something!
"England? England! Hey, you're here right? Big brother!"
"Huh? America?" There he is, my big brother. I knew I was right! I'm so cool!
I begin to run up to him but... uh-oh. He looks kinda mad...
"America! Why are you up so early? And why are you still in your pyjamas?" He has a concerned look on his face, I figured that he'd over react if he saw me out here wearing my sleeping stuff. He tends to do that actually, get worried over the silliest things, but I guess it just means that my big bro really cares about me so it makes me happy even if it does get slightly annoying.
"England! It's been ages!" I practically dive on him, and he staggers back slightly before steadying us both. "You said you'd come back soon and you didn't!" I lightly punched him, but the look on his face then made it seem as if I'd nearly decked him. He looked really pained and upset all of a sudden.
"Umm... Big brother? Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, pulling me into a hug. "I know that it's been rather a long time since I last came to see you, but things have been getting out of hand recently. I'm so sorry..."
Man, big bro really knows how to make me feel like the bad guy! I return the hug, breathing in his scent: gunpowder. He had been fighting again. I hate it when he goes off fighting, one of these days he could get really hurt and that would totally suck! I don't know what I'd do without England.
"It's okay," I say comfortingly, pulling away. "You can make it up to me by cooking me something. Oh, and make scones for desert! They're awesome!" I grin broadly at the mere thought of England's food, it really is the best... well I think it is, I mean I haven't actually tried food from other countries. But I'm sure that my brother's food is the best anyways!
He looked at me blankly for a second before smiling. Good, I hate to see bro all upset, if he smiles then I'm happy.
"Of course America, I'll make you something right away." He took a hold of my hand and we began to make our way up the pathway back to my place.
"You must change as soon as we get back," England said.
I sighed, "I know I know..."
He looked at me for a while before remarking, "You've grown quite a bit since the last time. It won't be long until you've grown to be a fine country."
"Maybe one day I'll be as tall as England!"
He ruffled my hair affectionately and chuckled when I said this.
"Hey! I really could be as big as you someday!" I pouted at him and he laughed gently.
"I don't doubt it, you're growing up so fast America." Suddenly he looked all solemn as he said, "Just don't forget about your big brother when you're a country of your own."
"What?" My eyes widened in shock. Why did he say that? How on earth could I ever think about forgetting him? "You can't be serious big brother, that would never happen!"
His smile returned as he nodded his approval. We reached the house then, and England ordered me to go wash and dress while he prepared the food.
I run up the stairs quickly so that I can look presentable as soon as possible, because it's already been way too long since I've seen big bro. I intend to spend as much time as possible with him while he's here!
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"All right, all done! Now time to go and see England~!"
Catching sight of myself in the mirror, as I'm about to exit my bedroom, I can't help but pull a face. The clothes England gets for me always have so many layers, and the little string tie thing is really annoying. But I guess they are manageable.
It was just as I was about to set foot out of my room that I heard something. It was like a shuffling noise, preceded by a small thud. I stop in my tracks, aware that my heart began to beat slightly faster. The noise sounds once more, the same shuffle-thud. I turn around slowly although I really wanted to run away. It happens again.
"Uwah, it's coming from my wardrobe! There is something freaky inside of my wardrobe! What should I do? I'm going to die!"
I edge slightly closer to my wardrobe, hoping to inspect it somehow. But when I hear the same noise again, it's one time too many for me. I start yelling and made a mad dash for the door.
"America! Are you okay up there?" It was England, worry evident in his voice. Well obviously, I'm screaming my head off.
I dash down the stairs and see big brother already stood at the bottom, sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron. Usually I'd make a small joke about how precious he always is about getting the slightest stain on his clothes, but not this time. This time, I was too panicked to even contemplate that.
"America! Calm down, what's going on? And don't run down the stairs like that!"
I don't listen to him and continue to hurtle down the stairs, frantically explaining what is going on. "England! You have to help me! It's a ghost! There's a ghost in my wardrobe! It's really scary and it's going to hurt me! DON'T LET THE GHOST HURT ME!"
Before he even had time to turn the words over in his head, I dived at him for the second time that day. He just about managed to catch me and scolded me for being 'irresponsible.' I merely tugged on his sleeve in a desperate attempt to make him understand the gravity of this horrifying situation.
"You're not listening brother! There's a real ghost in my wardrobe! All these scary noises keep coming from there... it's only natural to assume it's a ghost right?"
My big brother didn't look convinced.
"America," he sighed, "I have no idea where this fear of ghosts came from, but I keep telling you that they don't exist."
I looked at him in a sceptical way. "How do you know that? You always tell me stories about fairies and say that they're real, so why aren't ghosts?"
He didn't really have anything to say to that, apart from defending his stance on the whole 'fairies are real' thing.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs.
"Hey, America! Hold on, don't be so hasty."
"You have to see it England, there really is a ghost!"
We arrive at my room just in time for him to hear the shuffle-thud noise.
I look up at him triumphantly; "See? I told you that there's a ghost in my wardrobe!"
"I'm sure that there's a logical explanation to all of this," he said calmly as yet another one of the scary noises sounded once again.
He actually began to walk up to it, as if he wasn't scared at all!
"H-Hey! Big brother, don't get too close! The ghost could hurt you!"
He looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry America, I'll be fine. Leave it to your big brother to figure out what is going on."
Wow... my brother is so cool! He's really brave and isn't even scared of ghosts!
I stand there in awe of him, as he risks death by opening up the cursed wardrobe that is now home to a scary ghost.
His expression twists into one of slight annoyance. He looked back to me and said flatly, "America, how many times have I told you to hang your clothes up properly?"
"What?" I asked, coming over to join him (but in a careful way so as not to anger the ghost).
When I gingerly look inside; all my clothes are on the bottom of the wardrobe. Well, all of them apart from a single shirt, which is sliding off its hanger, eventually landing with a familiar shuffle-thud.
"W-wait... you mean..."
"There's no ghost America," England sighed, "This only came about because you tried to short-cut hanging your clothes up."
"No, that can't possibly be right. There is definitely a ghost, I'm sure of it! I mean it big brother! I hung my clothes up properly, so it must be the ghost that slipped them off the hangers!"
He looked at me in a way that clearly conveyed the fact that he didn't believe me.
I grab onto his arm and refuse to let go. "I know for sure that there's a ghost in my room and I refuse to spend a single night in here any more!"
"America, don't you think that you're making something that is rather trivial into something much more scarier than necessary?"
I just increased my grasp on his arm. "No! There really is a ghost! Sleep with me tonight England, you can fight it off if it tries to attack in the night!"
Big brother chuckled as he said, "America, don't you think you're a little too old to be worried about ghosts?"
"Aren't you a little too old to be believing in fairies?" I shot back.
"They really do exist!"
"And I'm telling you that ghosts do as well! Please England... please just sleep in my room tonight. I won't ask ever again I promise!"
He sighed as he said, "I seem to recall you saying something like that last time." However he smiled and looked at me as he said, "But I guess I have no choice."
"Yay~!" I grin and release my hold on his arm. Things will be much less scary with England with me!
"Now while I finish off the food, you need to hang all of your clothes up."
"What? Why? It was the ghosts fault!" I pouted; this wasn't fair.
"Well then you can complain to the ghost," he laughed softly, "But they'd better be hung up by tonight okay?"
"Fine," I mumbled. Stupid ghost making me do more work than I need to!
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"Themosf adre rurffdh gdrifh Engldkhds!"
"America, don't talk with your mouth full of food."
I swallowed the scone I was halfway through and tried again, "These are really good England!"
"Well I'm glad that you like them," he smiled, before going all strict on me and saying, "Although I think you may need to slow down... that's your third one."
"No way! I could live off of these!"
"Is that so?" he chuckled before moving to grab the plate with the remaining scones on it. Taking one for himself, he then proceeded to place the plate on top of a really high shelf, out of my reach.
"Hey, no fair! England~!" I began to moan and to my annoyance, he merely laughed.
"You're just too precious America," he said happily while I just pouted, annoyed that my scones had been so unfairly taken away from me. "Stop pulling a face, or else you'll end up stuck like that."
"No way, that can't be true," I mumbled, but quickly stopped pouting just in case it really was true.
Once I'd finished my third scone and was about to ask for more, big brother suddenly told me to follow him.
"What's going on England?"
"I have a present for you," was all he said.
Awesome! I love presents! Maybe it's more scones? That would be great!
However, I quickly discarded the idea of scones because whatever my present was, it was inside a medium sized wooden box, and it would be kinda stupid to put scones in something like that.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at it curiously.
"You can open it now and see," he said, handing me the box with a smile. As I began to open it, he said, "I spent quite a bit of time making them, so I hope that you can enjoy them, America."
When I eventually got the box open and removed the paper stuff that was in there to stop whatever the contents were from getting ruined, I just gasped.
"No way... you made these England?"
Inside the box were several little toy soldiers, all perfect and painted vibrantly. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that they all had different, individual faces.
Big brother nodded to my earlier question, and asked, "Do you like them?"
"Like them? I love them! Thank you so much brother!" I gave him a huge hug before running off to play with my new toys.
Wow, England really is the best! He gives me toys, makes awesome food and is always there for me... I'm so lucky to be his brother!
"Oh, hey! America, come back for a second, I need to give you something else!"
I stopped in my tracks when I heard this. More presents? This is so cool!
He laughed when I returned with an eager look on my face.
"I'm afraid this gift isn't quite as interesting as the last one, but I thought that it could be practical."
I groaned inside my head. 'Practical' always meant boring.
He produced a book that was a royal blue colour, with a golden spine.
"What is it?" I asked, wondering if it was another fairytale or if he'd gotten me another long textbook to trawl through.
"It's a journal," he replied. "In this you can write about stuff that's happened, or ideas and dreams for the future. Also, if ever you have any thoughts and I'm not here to listen, then you can write them in this journal. They are great for unburdening yourself sometimes." He handed me the journal and I flipped through the crisp, new pages. There were just endless lines, where I guess I'm meant to write anything I want.
"Thank you," I said happily, and waited to be dismissed. England saw this and chuckled. "You can go and play with your new toys now, America."
"Yay! Thank you big brother!"
And with that, I rushed off to go and play armies with my sweet new soldiers.
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-Entry One-
Today, England came to visit me! He didn't tell me he was coming but I already knew anyway. He cooked me awesome food but was a meanie and put the scones where I couldn't reach them once I'd had three. Three isn't that much is it? Oh well, he also made me some toy soldiers. He actually made them himself! They are totally amazing, and they each look different as well. He also gave me this journal thing, so I thought I'd try it out. I don't really know what I should write about, but this seems to be working for now.
Anyway, I guess I'll end thi- oh! Wait!
I nearly forgot, my room is totally haunted by a creepy ghost! Big brother is convinced that there isn't really a ghost and it was my fault for not hanging my clothes up properly, but I know the truth! So brother agreed to sleep in my room tonight, because he's really brave and will protect me from the ghost!
Okay, now I'm done!
I nodded proudly at my first journal entry, before closing it and putting it in my desk drawer that I have in my room. As it was pretty late, I had already changed into my pyjamas and gotten ready for bed. It wasn't long before England came in to join me, also in his PJs. He yawned as he entered, stretching and saying, "I really need to catch up on some sleep."
"Huh? Haven't you been sleeping properly big brother?"
"Not really," he confessed, climbing into my bed and sitting up beneath the covers. "I've been so preoccupied with other obligations that it appears my sleeping time has been severely depleted."
"No way! It was you who told me that sleep is always the most important thing and to get at least seven hours every night!"
He laughed softly, "I guess I should listen to myself more often, right America?"
"Yes," I nodded firmly, before walking up to my bed and jumping in the other side. "Thanks England... you know, for sleeping here when there's a ghost and everything..."
"It's no problem," he smiled and ruffled my hair before settling down beneath the covers. I did the same.
"You know big brother, it's been a while huh? I mean, you must have loads of awesome stories about what you were doing when you were away. Can you tell me some?" I waited, but got no reply. "Huh? Brother, did you hear me? I said-" I cut myself off when I saw him already asleep. "No way! Who falls asleep that quickly?" I whispered to myself.
But he looked so peaceful; that I didn't think it would be fair to wake him. His chest rose and fell steadily with each breath.
"Hey brother," I pouted and moaned quietly, "I'm still scared of the ghost you know. It's not fair if you just fall asleep straight away..." But I smiled nevertheless, at least he was here with me and that was something.
I snuggled up to him, before whispering, "Good night big brother. Sleep well, I love you." And then I slowly drifted off to sleep as well.
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-Entry Two-
Big brother left today, after he stayed for a week. I guess I shouldn't really complain, I know that he's busy. But sometimes I just wish I could stay with England forever, just him and me. I nearly cried when he left, he saw this and told me to cheer up because big boys do their utmost not to cry. I couldn't help it, I have no idea when I'll see him again. In all truthfulness, he did look upset to be leaving as well, he always does. When I told him to stay for longer, he sighed sadly and said something about his house and the Empire.
He gave me one last hug before he left, and told me that he'd made me some scones for later. I walked with him to the end of the drive, and when I eventually had to stop walking with him, I just stared as he walked away. I carried on looking, long after he'd gone, and realised that I had gone against what he had said, because I was crying.
Why do you always have to go big brother? I love you so much, please just stay here with me. I hope that he comes to visit me again soon. Before he left, he told me do to my best and become strong while he was away... I'll definitely do that. If I get big and strong, then England wouldn't always have to go off fighting, and then he could stay with me. If I grow up into a country he can be proud of, then he'll want to always be by my side. If I can just become big and strong, England and I can live happily ever after.
I guess I'll go and eat some of the scones now, but then straight after I'll focus on getting better at everything.
Next time you come and visit me big brother, I'll be much bigger and stronger!
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Aww, America really likes his bro ^_^ So, was this okay? I mean I've kinda gotten used to writing as my home country, so I was slightly worried about switching. But all in all I think it was okay in the end :) So lovely reader, please review and tell me what you think :D
Thank you so much for reading~
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