He had been gone for forever. So long that he almost didn't remember what he looked like. He'd been on his own for years now, and he had long since grown lonely. There was nothing to do here anymore. He had grown particularly fond of the window, watching the sea and waiting for the ships to come back to the shore. Most people hated the ships, but he was different. He waited for them during every waking moment, praying for their return. Most people had stopped talking about the ships; it had been far too long since they'd graced his shores.
. . .
He had been away for months now. He was almost scared that's he'd start to forget what he looked like-but the fear was irrational. He knew that the kid must have grown lonely since he left, and the guilt got worse with each passing week. There was so much to do he didn't have time to get away. He had grown to hate the window of his cabin; he was sick and tired of looking at the ocean every day. Most of the crew hated being on the ship, and he was no different. He waited for the opportunity to land each and every day, only to be disappointed when he wound up on the wrong beaches. The crew kept asking when they'd go back to the New World, and it killed him to say no time soon.
He was sick and tired of waiting. He was going home.
. . .
The ships finally came today. The little boy awoke with a huge grin on his face, dashing to the shore to meet them. He tripped a few times, but it didn't matter. The smile on his face grew impossibly wide as the blonde man turned to face him, green eyes lighting up as his face grew into a smile that matched the boy's.
"Iggy!" The boy called out with delight, jumping into the man's arms. The usually serious pirate captain laughed in glee, embracing the boy tightly.
"I'm finally home, America," he said softly, smile never fading from his face.
. . .
"Hey Iggy!" A man called out, waving his arm in the air with a ridiculous smile on his face.
"Don't call me that, wanker!" He shouted back, cold green eyes mirroring the frown on his face.
You're not a kid anymore…
You're not my kid anymore, America.
Damn, I've been writing a lot about England lately. Huh.
So Jade Author asked for a happy story about America...
I tried.
I couldn't resist that last paragraph though.
Also, SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY ICELANDIC READERS-
And everyone else too, because you're all awesome.
Keep Calm and Love Hetalia~