Feli: HI! we're back and spamming you again!
Lovenyami: ^^ It's not spam unless you post more then one chapter a day.
Feli: darn i thought i had worked up to spam level
Lovenyami: Nope, not yet. ^^
Feli: then i doubt i ever will
Lovenyami: Well, good. No one likes a spammer. x3
Feli: true, true
Lovenyami: Hm... I'd like to take a second to say that I was never scared of thunder as a child. I actually loved thunder storms.
Feli: well now you are but for the record i don't recall being scared of them either
Lovenyami: I actually wanted to be a storm chaser when I was younger. xD
Feli: oh! admierable! i never wanted to be a storm chaser but i wanted to be a ghost hunter..
Lovenyami: Hehe~ ^^
Feli: oh one last note the song this is based on is "lullaby for a stormy night"
Note: starts not long after Samantha and Mimi were found
Alfred was jolted from the world of his video game by a loud crash of thunder. He paused his game and stretched before getting up to go to the bathroom. As he passed the door to the twin's room he heard a soft sob. He stopped and opened the door to check on them. As he tried to see in the dark room a bolt of thunder illuminated two figures sitting on one of the beds. Mimi was huddled against Samantha and Samantha was holding her and trying to offer her sister some comfort while trying to keep from crying herself and failing. Alfred opened the door wider and walked into the room.
"Hey, what's this?" America asked, sitting next to them on the bed. At that moment another bolt of lightning illuminated the room followed by the deep boom of thunder. Both girls immediately launched themselves at America hiding their faces in his brown bomber jacket. He stiffened, surprised by this, then relaxed and hugged them both, moving all three of them so he had a girl on each knee and he could look at them.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you scared of the thunder?" he asked gently. Both girls nodded, clutching America's shirt and again buried their faces in his jacket when the thunder shook the house.
"HAHA! You don't have to be afraid. When I was little someone told me that it was just angels playing 9 pins, although I found out that it's actually super heroes beating up some bad guys. That's why it looks so pretty when it stops raining! You should ask Arthur to show you his garden tomorrow." America said the girls cocked their heads but quickly clung to him, crying again. Alfred thought hard, panicking, he had done the same thing when he was little, what was it England had done again? Alfred suddenly remembered the lullaby England had sung.
"Hey would it help if I sung you guys a song?" America asked, the girls nodded and he started singing the lullaby he remembered.
England was woken from sleep by thunder. He was about to roll over when he remembered the girls. They had just finalized the adoption the other day. England got up, slipping on his green bunny slippers, and went to check on the girls. He approached the girl's door but it was already open. Peeking into the room he saw America with a girl on each knee.
"-at it's actually super heroes beating up some bad guys. That's why it looks so pretty when it stops raining! You should ask Arthur to show you his garden tomorrow." Arthur nodded and was about to walk away when the thunder boomed again he heard the girls squeak then he heard America start singing and leaned against the wall to listen.
little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight
and someday you'll know
that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning
little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand
and I am here tonight
England stood straight again when he heard a change in what he used to sing.
for you know, once even I was a
little child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always came
to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight
well now I am grown
and these years have shown
that rain's a part of how life goes
but it's dark and it's late
so I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close
and I hope that you'll know...
everything's fine in the morning
the rain'll be gone in the morning
but I'll still be here in the morning
America gently laid the girls on the bed, careful not to disturb them. In the morning the girls were as bouncy as ever.
"MR. ARTHUR MR. ARTHUR!" they yelled, running up to England. "Can we see the garden?" They asked. Arthur looked down from his cooking and smiled.
"After breakfast, we'll get you dressed and I'll show you the garden." The girls squealed and sat down at the table.