Thunder crackled as the storm grew fiercer by the hour. Rain pelted the side of the house and roof, making it almost impossible to sleep. So you laid there in bed, alone for once. It seemed that England had been acting strange ever since France left from his visit with Canada. He seemed to be thinking about something, while avoiding you all at the same time. Just like now, how you were alone in the bed. Turning over you watched as the lighting illuminated the darkened room, showing England's empty spot on the bed.
You frowned, worried about him greatly. Worried that France might have said something to make him upset, you had to make sure he was alright. Kicking the blankets off your form you grabbed a candle and lit it. Afterwords you headed for the bedroom door in nothing but your silky [f/c] night gown. In the hall you made your way downstairs, descending the stairwell you headed for the living room only to find it vacant. You then headed for the kitchen, finding England sitting there at the table in the dark alone. You approached him, the candle close to your face so you could see.
England turned his head towards you seeming surprised that you were awake. He watched you standing there a few feet away from him, candle still in your hand. England slowly lowered his eyes to the floor, as if he couldn't keep eye contact with you. You frowned, noticing right away that something was wrong with him. Normally he would greet you, or say at least something. But not this time, this time he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down.
"England, what's wrong?" You finally asked, getting no reaction from him. You took a few steps closer, placing the candle on the table. Getting down on your knees you placed your hands on both sides of his cheeks, making him look you in the eyes. Widening, your eyes saw tears slowly falling from his darkened green orbs. Instantly your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head into your shoulder you held him there. You felt his arms come up from behind you, giving you a hug. You felt his body shake slightly as he gave small sobs.
"England?" You asked looking back at him, he seemed to cry harder then before. You placed your hand on the back of his head, combing your fingers through the messy blond hair.
"[Name], I-I'm so- I'm so sorry!" England cried into your shoulder. You gasped slightly, not completely understanding what he meant. You just sat there and listened to what he had to say, never once speaking a single word.
"If I'd known how much pain I-I would have caused you by le-leaving you, then I would ha-have never left you in the first place!" England managed to say, finally showing his true feelings towards you. You closed your eyes tightly, starting to rock back and forth with him in your arms. You 'shushed' him, whispering sweet things into his ear, trying to calm him.
"France told me, that you cried for days after I left. And you wouldn't even let him inside to see you." England said, calming down slightly as he continued to rock back and forth in your arms. You felt tears wield up in your eyes, the painful memories flooding back into your head.
"[Na-Name]! Please let me inside! I'll comfort you, and give you the love that you deserve! [Name]!" France shouted from below your window, above in your bedroom he could clearly hear your sobs. From inside your room there you laded with your head in your pillow bawling your eyes out. Wishing for England to come back home to you, it had only been three days since he left.
"Go away France! I don't wanna see you! You stupid, perverted, no good friend!" You screamed as you threw one of your pillows at the closed window in your room, only for it to flop to the floor. You placed your head back into your pillow and continued to sob for days after that, never leaving your room.
You pulled away from England enough to look him in the eyes. Without thinking your lips found his in a sweet and passionate kiss. England seemed shocked, and a bit hesitant but never the less, he kissed you back. His hand came up the sides of your face, holding you so dearly as if you were porcelain. You placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling him shift out of the chair and onto the floor. You shivered from the contact of the cold floor, but was preoccupied from the warmth of England's body over yours. The moment got hotter the longer it went on, to the point of where England's hands were pushing up the bottom of your nightgown.
Thunder crackled in the back ground, making you stop suddenly. You glanced towards the kitchen door, hearing the small cries of America from upstairs. Glancing back at England, it seemed he never even heard it. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you pushed him back slightly, finally he stopped to look at you.
"America, he's crying." You said pushing England off of you further. England gave a frustrated sigh and rolled off of you, watching as you got up, fixing yourself, you moved out of the kitchen. England gave a deep growl, feeling the tightness in his pants, he now had a problem that needed fixing. And it was all America's fault.
It was times like this, he wished the boy lived somewhere else.