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America sighed and lingered on the thought.
"Amewica, I want food" England tugged on his sleeve.
"Okay, what do you want?" America asked.
"I will cook for you!" England jumped up and down and laughed.
"F-fine.. but nothing too dangerous, Just a sandwich. ok?" America said.
"Sandwiish!" England giggled and ran into the kitchen.
"W-Wait!" America called, following minature England into the kitchen. America sat down and watched England get a ton of ingredience out, There was bread,butter,ham,cheese,soy sauce.. peanuts.. Marmite, cheese.. chocolate and.. "Isn't that a bit much, England?" America chuckled lightly.
"Nope!" England grinned, slamming ingredience into one another. The stench was awful, was that Garlic and viniger? "Here, Amewica!" he gave a bit to him. America grimaced but reluctantly put the peice in his mouth, chewed and swallowed. God it was foul. Seems like he still "cooked" as awfully as he used to.
"It's great, England. The garlic really brought out the erm.. chocolate?" America said. "Stay there, England" America said running upstairs.
"Damn, I don't know about as bad as it was, Its freaking worse!" America said slamming the bathroom door shut and bolting it tight. America leant over the sink, his face was quickly drained of colour. "Does he want to kill me or somthing?" he said, coughing. He still had a foul taste in his mouth, America had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes. America straightened up and unbolted the door, walking out calmly. He walked downstairs and England was happily munching on the sandwich he made.
"Where did you go, Amewica?" England asked.
"I had.. an urgent call!" he smiled. yeah, to the bathroom he added with his mind. England put his plate on the table and started looking around the kitchen.
"Whats this?" England said, fiddling with buttons on a radio.
"Thats a radio, It lets you listen to music live and listen to news!" America smiled. England fiddled more and came onto a song that America particually disliked.
You raise me up, So I can stand on mountains
And that was the reason.
You raise me up, to stand on stormy seas
It reminded him of England, specially since england HAD raised him up.
I am strong, When I am on your shoulders
America folded his arms in an england-like impression and looked away from the radio.
You raise me up, To more than I can be...
"Okay, Enough of that song!" America growled, tuning into another station hastily.
"Ehh, Why? I was listening to that!" England said.
"Sorry, I hate that song." America admitted.
"Well, I like it!" England said, tuning back into the station.
I am strong, when I am on you-r-r-r-r sh-h-oul-d-de-e-e-er-rs-
The sound crackled as the two fought over which song to listen to. America finally got it to change, but England glared at him with mischevious eyes. He started to sing.
"You raise me up, So I can stand on mountains!" He screeched through the house. America put his hand on Englands mouth and sighed.
"I prefer this song. Theres a hero, if you look inside your heart" America started singing.
"Lame song. And you aren't even a hero so quit it" England growled. America stood up and turned away from England.
"It isn't a lame song. And don't be so rude,You're too young to be rude like that" America said.
"What do you mean, git?" England said. His voice sounded strangely lower and familiar. America turned around.
"What did you say?" America asked.
"I said, It's a lame song!" England giggled, his voice high pitched.
"Didn't you just call me a git?" America asked.
"What's a git?" The small boy asked. England was getting weirder and weirder...
"Well, England I have to go now! Actually I might be able to take you with me.. hold on" America said, flipping open his phone.
Ok..lets see... Germany. Germany, hmm. he thought, looking through his large set of numbers. Suddenly his phone froze, the top number said "Iggy" America whacked his phone against the table. It started working again. He rung Germany and smiled when the phone was picked up.
"Hello?" a voice said down the phone.
"I was wondering if I could take England to the G8 meeting" America asked.
"U-Um... I suppose it would be okay... since he IS one of the G8 members but.. does he remember anything?" Germany said. America walked out of the room so England couldn't hear.
"Actually, I think he might... he called me a Git just now.. I'm sure" America said.
"Its your imagination probably. take the kid" Germany said, putting the phone down quickly. America sighed.
"England! Come on" America said, picking up the smaller country.
"Where are we going?" England asked.
"A meeting" America smiled, running through the town and making his way gradually to the meeting.
When they were finaly there, England was brought in and was sat down on the chair that had flowers and tea on it. The flowers and tea was put underneath the chair.
"Who is everyone here?" England asked. America leant his head on his hand gracefully and pointed out each country.
"Thats Italy, Germany, Russia, France,China, Me, and England which was or.. is you" America said.
"But thats only 7" England said.
"Didn't you hear me?. Italy, Germany, Russia, France, China, Me, Canada and you. England" America sighed.
"You didn't say Canada the first time" England announced.
"I must say, Amerique, is it safe bringing merely Angleterre to the meeting?" France said.
"Ehh, He has a Frog face!" England said, poking ad prodding France in the face.
"Oh, lower and harder!" France said. America got up and slapped France in the face so hard he went flying across the room.
"Ahahahah! Big bwother Amewica slap frogface!" England laughed. America scowled around the table and sat down again.
"whats with that bloody attitude, git?" England said. Nobody knew where it came from, But it did sound hell of a lot like England. Like America always did, He stood up and walked out, taking Englands hand and pushing him out of the door. As America picked england up, England started laughing and giggling at the humans who most were clearly angry.
"What are you laughing at, You damned kid!" One bald red faced human shouted at America and England. America felt England start to shake in his arms. England was crying.
"Shh, Shhhhh. Stop crying England, Don't worry" America said, holding the little country closer to him.
"Bwotherrrrrr" England wailed, America's bomber jacket was getting wetter and wetter. He honestly didn't understand how kids could cry so much. He ruffled England's messy hair and kissed him on the forehead. Of course, To America the kiss DID mean somthing else. But that was for HIS brother, Arthur Kirkland, the amazing man who had raised him so well, to know.
Finally, America was back with England at his house. England was still scared of the man, but a little less.
"Hey, England. Why don't we watch a movie?" America suggested. The crying face lit up, England seemed pleased to watch somthing. "You can choose" America smiled. England got down from America's arms and went to look for somthing, A few seconds later he came out with a particually scary movie..
"Ok.. w-we can watch that!" America said, he felt a sinking feeling in his gut. It wasn't actually a scary movie, well.. it was for him. It HAD to be a history DVD containing information on the revolutionary wars, didn't it?
"Yaay yaay Yaay! Lets watch, Amewica!" England bounced up and down before turning the DVD player on and putting the disc in. America sighed and sat down on the sofa, England climbed onto hiss lap. The film started, America didn't even know why he had this DVD.
"The webowution!" England laughed.
"You mean, R-e-v-o-l-u-t-i-o-n" America smiled.
"The revolution, then!" England grinned at America and started to watch. The film was a long, detailed explanation of the revolutionary wars. Pretty accurate aswell.
The film was half way through, It was the reinactment of the revolution. America thought about other things, such as.. how much he liked hamburgers, how much he loved coke, how much he loved England, So much he missed England. He sighed. All that went through his mind all day was england england england.
"Amewica, I'm scared" England softly cried. America looked at the T.V, It was of someone bleeding to death. America shivered.
"Don't worry, It isn't real" America smiled.
"The revolution isn't real?" England asked.
"N-No.. the revolution is real but its just a reinactment. You know the revolution was between you and me.." America trailed off and pondered into his thoughts.
"You were really cool, Amewica! You kicked England's ass!" England giggled at the use of the word.
"And you're happy about it?" America asked, astonished.
"Well, My bwother won!" England laughed. America sweatdropped. England hopped off the sofa and got his box of toy soldiers, taking them out one by one. "Pway wiv me, Amewica!" The tiny nation pleaded.
"Okay, England" America smiled, taking two soldiers. The two of them started to play, For America it was a feeling of nostalgia, It was new to England though. The two countries played until England started to fall as leep."I..tired" England muttered before yawning and falling asleep on the floor. America chuckled and picked the tiny boy up, carrying him over to the guest bedroom. When England was in bed, America walked back downstairs and put the toy soldiers away. America picked up the one that looked like England, England hadn't noticed this one. He picked up the one of England and himself and took them too his bedroom
"Goodnight, England" America smiled, Kissing the model of England and taking off his glassees, falling into a deep sleep.
Don't worry, I'm a hero!" America grinned.
"How many times have I told you, you aren't a hero America!" England shouted.
"England, I love you" America said. But England wasn't there anymore, just a long trail of blood. Red snow.
"America..." England's voice echoed through the whole place.
"Americaaa" The voice sounded deifferent, but still England.
"AMEWICAAAAAA" England cried. He sounded like.. A child. England was waking him up.
"Sorry, England." America laughed, But stopped when he saw the sinister look on Englands face.
"I had a nightmare" England said, tears welled up in his eyes. America glanced down and noticed a wet patch. England was blushing.
"Did you by any chance.." America started to say.
"No! I Didn't wet the bed!" England cried. America smiled.
"Don't worry, England. What was the nightmare about?" America asked.
"Well... I was much owlder, and I was with you, amewica. And you were scweaming at me but I was laying on somthing really cold. And you started to cry and sing somthing too mee" England said.
"Thats a rather strange dream. Well. It was just a dream, don't worry England" America smiled. Of course inside, he wasn't smiling at all. He'd dreamt of the time when England suffered his first major riot, The others were certainly worse than that. America sighed inwardly, not wanting to worry the little nation. America got up and brough England to the bathroom.
"Amewicaa" The small child was still crying. America told the boy to stay in the bathroom while he rummaged through his drawers.
"Ah. England, change into these pyjamas Ok?"America smiled, as he stripped the sheets off England's bed. The sheets reeked of urine, which was annoying. America took the sheets downstairs and into his washing basket. He then took some more sheets out of the closet and made England's bed. When he got back into the bathroom where England was, The boy was crouched in a corner shivering.
"Amewica, Can i sleep with you?" England asked, his eyes watering. America smiled.
"Sure, Come on" America said, picking up the shaking boy. America put England under the sheets of his double bed, America got in the side next to him. America's mind lingered back to the dream England had said he had. About the song. America had forgotten about that, But America was writing a song for England for his birthday. America remembered how much he wanted England to hear it. He heard a voice, glancing over at England, he was asleep.
"America, I'm here you bloody git!" A voice came from next to him, but not frm England's mouth.
"England? where are you?" America asked.
"How the hell should I know? You have been ignoring me for the past two years, and now some bloody kid shows up you hear me? what the hell?" England said. America thought it was quite weird. Then his eyes opened.
"That was.. A dream?" America asked. America got up, it was 3:00 AM so England wouldn't wake up. America remembered about how England always used to use his basement for some kind of black magic thing, America felt the sudden urge to go down there. When he did, he saw light coming from inside.
"It's a projection!" America gasped, it showed England how America remembered. It detected Americas presence and started speaking.
"I am a projection of England, America. I just want you to know that if I ever come back as a younger nation, look after me, raise me how I raised you and goodness sake, Don't teach him stupid stuff. Please try, it may not always work, But please help me remember my former self. I hae to be quick here, America, as my time is limited. But if you want to truly stop everything going on, Stop looking down on yourself. You really ARE a hero, it wasn't your fault or anyone but mine that I faded. You may be able to bring me back,not me.. Just a projection of me for a few seconds with a simple spell, Its spell 309 in my black magic book." he projection finished. America was speechless.
"Oh and one last thing, America. I really do, Lo-" The projection was cut off. Tears welled up in America's eyes.
"He was going to say he loves me.." America whispered. But then.. he woke up? No.. he was in a white room. "England?" he called over to a boy who was, much taller than himself, which was odd because America was still his normal size.
"who are you?" England said.
"America", he replied.
"But, you faded away!" England said. America frowned.
"No, YOU faded away. And I missed you.
"No, Git, I think i'd remember who bloody faded away." England growled.
"Am I dreaming?" America asked.
"Am I awake?" England asked back.
"What the hell?" America said. He sighed and ran up to England, but tried too.. England was moving away, or rather.. he was running on the spot. England's eyes turned from green to red.
"you will never catch me" he said. Then Amerca woke up.
"Um, Amerwica I am hungryyy so I am getting food okay?" England said. America woke up, put on his classes and smiled at England,
"Just a sandwich" he warned.
England POV
England yawned, America was still asleep, he giggled at his brothers sleeping face. England decided to venture downstairs. England came to a closet, the door looked worn and used. The paint was chipped unlike everything else in the house. He creaked the door open and entered the musty room.
"Coool, a secret basement!" England grinned, looking around. As he looked in the boxes, he grew more and more surprised!. He saw a gun, with a scratch on it. he saw a set of teacups that looked very refined, and posh. English teacups. The room somehow seemed familiar in one way to him? He came too a book, it said 'England's Diary' England gasped. It was his diary! well. He wasn't sure if he should call it his but.. he read it anyway. He didn't pay attention to the dates, he just read the first page.
Dear Diary,
Today I practised my black magic again. I'm getting much better at it for when I need to punish America for doing somthing completely and utterly stupid. Just a levetation spell! But unfortunatly America came in so I had to halt my practise, and go outside. He asked me what I was doing in there, I honestly had no idea what to say so I said "nothing", it was pretty funny.
England giggled at this, and flipped a few pages to read another.
Dear Diary,
Today is officially the worst day of my life! I came back to my house only to find America all grown up, and declaring a revolution! HOW can he become his own country? how can he do this too me? That bloody git WILL pay for this. He is such an idiotic git! And his birthday is in a week! Damn him!
The entry finished. England didn't know what that was about. He decided to read the next few days.
Dear Diary,
I am bloody tired. America kept me up. well, HE didn't since he's in his own bloody house. I was up all night bloody CRYING into my sheets. The fairies tried to comfort me but it didn't work! I should just have let him bloody damned go, then I wouldn't have gone to war with the git!
England lingered over that entry, He could imagine himself crying like that.
Dear Diary,
I am bloody wasted. I have a killer hangover, and its America's Birthday. No way am i going to see him though! I bloody embarrased myself infront of him! Dropping my bloody gun. he is such an idiot! Couldn't he see I loved him? Well. I hope he learns his lesson, I may vanish any moment thanks to him-
The door opened. "busted" England muttered, dropping the book and hiding behind a box.
"England. I know you're in here" America said, tripping over the book England had just dropped. England watched America as he picked the book up and started to read the page. England watched through a hole in a box, America's face grew from Angry, To shocked, to a face of pure delight. "he loved me too" England saw America's lips move. "England, Come out" America said, picking him up and putting him infront of him.
"S-Sorry Amewica." England said. "I was bwored, and well. I wanted to see what was in here" England muttered. America sighed and picked him up, England burried his face in America's jacket. The fact that England remembered, even though it wasn't in the diary, he remembered drinking about 20 shots and around 10 whole glasses, was very odd. Or maybe, the old England WAS him? He looked exactly like the older England in the picture. And apparently he couldn't cook. And, Saying "bloody" and "git" so much, seemed like thats what he should say. And he knew what a Git was, without being told. England smiled happily, his country was growing. And so was his love for America.
America POV
America brushed his hand through his hair. There was only one place England could be, since America had looked all over the house for him, even the basement! England had to be in the storage room. The storage room and closet were different places, The storage room was a large room that went under the stairs. The storage room used to be his old game room, then it turned into a place where he kept all things precious to him. America opened the door and heard footsteps, England had ran and hid behind a box at the far end.
"England, I know you're in here" America called. There was no reply. He started to walk to the place he saw England run too, but tripped over something... It was England's.. diary? America picked the book up and read through the page it was on.
Dear Diary,
I am bloody wasted. I have a killer hangover, and its America's Birthday. No way am i going to him though! I bloody embarrased myself infront of him! Dropping my bloody gun. he is such an idiot! Couldn't he see I loved him? Well. I hope he learns his lesson, I may vanish any moment thanks to him. He WILL get what he deserves one day, no matter how much I love him he doesn't love me back. Git.
America stared at the paper, The once pretty angry face at England turned into a face of shock. Then he entered a moment of bliss and happiness. "He loved me too" he smiled, forgetting the fact England was in the room and may be able to see him. He closed the book and put it away, walking over toward England. "England, Come out" America said, picking the fragile and small body up and standing him infront of him.
"S-sorry Amewica. I was bwored and well.. I wanted too see what was in here" England looked down at the floor. America picked the boy up, immediatly getting hugged by him. America sighed and walked out. He shut the rusted door and walked into the kitchen. America sighed and sat down.
"England, Shall We go to you're house tomorrow? " America asked. He knew England would love to see his own Country again. Since he got bigger in the few weeks he had England, He knew there would be quite a few people in England right now.
"I get to see my house? Yaaaaaay Thank you, Amewica!" England bounced. America wondered if he had this much energy as a child too. Then he remembered all the pranks he pulled. The whoopie cushion filled with milk, England was so embarrased he locked himself in his room for a whole day! Then there was the birthday cake! America laughed as he remembered England's face after he had popped out of the cake. Yep, America had been lively like this as a child.
"I bet you'll like your house, England" A smile spread across the young nations face.
k, I just HAD to enter that into this fanfic, that song! if you havn't heard it, its called "you raise me up". If you dont like it, you gotta admit, the lyrics DO go with this pairing! And the other song is "Hero" which I find is a very America-y song xD
PLEASE R&R and constructive crit! In my last chapter, which is very embarrasing I put "her" instead of "his" at one point. LOL, In fact, I made quite a few typos that I missed the first time I read it xD.
Wow. I'm surprised I wrote this so quickly! LOL. Well, probably because it's the weekend. It'll be slower from now on because I have school tomorrow. I think I love this story so much, thats why it was fast xD. ... Soooo.