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Taking Care Of Him Again

By waterrain

The other Nations were speechless at that question. Before anyone could recover from the shock England swiftly placed the blond haired child with one arm and ran out of the World Meeting room. To be honest England doesn't want any possible harm coming to America for asking that kind of questions. The other Nations are more than likely be pretty pissed at being referred to 'England's Bitch's' even in a question form.

"Why did you run?" America asked after the green eyed Nation placed him down and he was staring up at him with curious blue eyes.

"I wish to inform you my dear…That none of them know that they are in fact my bitches." England said slowly as he looked down at the smaller Nation.

"Oh, I'm sorry and stuff." America commented sadly and he looked down at his hands. "I had no idea that they didn't know or anything. Sorry, England."

"That is quite alright, America. No need to say sorry for you were just asking question and not informing them of anything." England told him a comforting voice, a smile on his lips, and he pat the smaller Nation briefly on the head.

"What are we going to do?" America asked him and England gently smiled down at the blue eyed Nation.

"Assure them that they are not my bitches…Even though they are my bitches…Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, I got it. They are your bitches, but they just don't know it and remain completely clueless dolls in the dark about that fact." America commented cheerfully and he tilted his head to the right. "Right, England?"

"Exactly my dear America." England commented gently, calmly pat him on the head, and smiled. America nodded his head and finally looked away from England. That was when the smaller Nation noticed his surroundings, those blue eyes went wide in shock, his mouth looked like a gapping goldfish, and he grabbed England's hand. There were massive buildings, strange smells he did not recognized, people wearing really colorful clothing with strange designs, sights he has never seen, and America was starting to panic for everything was so different. So odd and nothing looked familiar to him. The smaller Nation tightly held England's hand and took several deep breaths so he could speak to the one he silently calls brother.

"Everything looks so different, England. Are we going to die? I recall you reading me a horror story in which a few people from the past traveled into the future and they end up being killed by the people living there." America said in a horror filled voice and his eyes begun to fill up with tears as he looked up into England's green eyes. "Are we going to die? Are the people here going to kill us?"

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Do you feel sorry for little America? He is so confused and thinks every Nation is England's bitch...He remains the dark about the truth on that matter..