"Don't even flinch. I will be up there in a jiff!" England shouted up to the small colony, who shook like a leaf- ironically- from the branch he clung to.
"I don't want to fall!" Little America cried, clinging even tighter to the branch. How he had even ended up there in the first place was questionable.
"I won't let you fall. Just… trust me. Alright?" America just nodded and held fast to the branch. Getting into the right position from under the boy, England looked up.
"Now I need you to jump America."
"No! I'll fall!"
"Trust me." England said, putting every ounce of caring he had into his eyes and voice as he held out his arms. America gulped.
And jumped.
