Re: Promises 2/2
anonymous
August 16 2010, 19:57:05 UTC
“Don’t cry, please,” America said in a tiny voice. “When I see you cry, it makes me really sad.”
England took the handkerchief hesitantly as he watched his charge’s eyes water up to match his own. He didn’t want to see this boy cry. It pulled at his own heartstrings and cracked through the tough shell that had already been broken down for the night. How could he tell him the true reason why he was crying?
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he told him. “You’re right - it was just a bad dream. But it’s over now, so I’m fine, you see? So let’s go to bed.”
He pulled back the covers and patted the spot next to him, inviting America in. The child didn’t budge right away, though. Instead, he looked at his brother curiously.
“What kind of dream was it?”
He couldn’t imagine anything that could make a person as brave as England cry. It must have been something really scary. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. What if hearing about it frightened him too? He needn’t have worried, though, because England was stubborn to spill his feelings that easily.
“It’s not important. I’d much rather forget it than mention it to you,” he said. “Now then, if you don’t mind-”
The man gasped as small arms suddenly threw themselves around him, barely meeting on the other side of his waist. America buried his head into his side, wiping his tears on England’s nightshirt as he clung onto his guardian tightly. Still taken aback, it took the man a moment to respond. He slowly placed his hands on America’s shoulders and finally hugged the little nation back.
“Don’t be sad,” America squeaked. “We‘re together, so-”
Thunder clapped. America gripped England tighter and shook slightly. The other man, in turn, scooped the boy up and placed him on his lap, wrapping his arms around him protectively as the small blonde lay his head down on his chest.
“Shh, yes. We’re together,” England replied. “And that’s the way we’ll always be.”
“You promise?”
“I do.”
He held America closer to him. They stayed like that for a moment, the older nation rocking the younger until both their tears were dry. Then, when he could hear his little brother’s breathing grow quieter with sleep, he lay the boy down on the bed and tucked him in gently. America rolled to his side and reached out for England, eyes still closed. The British man smiled and slipped beneath the covers next to him, letting America grip his shirt. The small fists loosened and instead wrapped themselves around England’s arm, cuddling it like a teddy bear.
“I love you, Iggy,” he murmured sleepily.
The man smoothed his hair with his free hand and closed his eyes, feeling at peace at last. He tilted his chin down and kissed the boy on the forehead.
“I love you, too.”
How could he feel any pain in his heart while they lay like this? America wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be alone. You’ll always need me…right?
The hair sticking up from his charge’s head tickled his nose as he fell asleep.
Re: Promises 2/2
anonymous
August 16 2010, 20:57:21 UTC
Oh, karma!anon, you're the best! This is PERFECT, thank you so, so much! I love little!America being so sweet, and providing a handkerchief at the critical moment.
much love from OP <333
ps Maybe you should post a link to your request here? Then it would be highlighted for all the loving readers of this fill. :D You deserve masses of good karma for writing this!
England took the handkerchief hesitantly as he watched his charge’s eyes water up to match his own. He didn’t want to see this boy cry. It pulled at his own heartstrings and cracked through the tough shell that had already been broken down for the night. How could he tell him the true reason why he was crying?
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he told him. “You’re right - it was just a bad dream. But it’s over now, so I’m fine, you see? So let’s go to bed.”
He pulled back the covers and patted the spot next to him, inviting America in. The child didn’t budge right away, though. Instead, he looked at his brother curiously.
“What kind of dream was it?”
He couldn’t imagine anything that could make a person as brave as England cry. It must have been something really scary. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. What if hearing about it frightened him too? He needn’t have worried, though, because England was stubborn to spill his feelings that easily.
“It’s not important. I’d much rather forget it than mention it to you,” he said. “Now then, if you don’t mind-”
The man gasped as small arms suddenly threw themselves around him, barely meeting on the other side of his waist. America buried his head into his side, wiping his tears on England’s nightshirt as he clung onto his guardian tightly. Still taken aback, it took the man a moment to respond. He slowly placed his hands on America’s shoulders and finally hugged the little nation back.
“Don’t be sad,” America squeaked. “We‘re together, so-”
Thunder clapped. America gripped England tighter and shook slightly. The other man, in turn, scooped the boy up and placed him on his lap, wrapping his arms around him protectively as the small blonde lay his head down on his chest.
“Shh, yes. We’re together,” England replied. “And that’s the way we’ll always be.”
“You promise?”
“I do.”
He held America closer to him. They stayed like that for a moment, the older nation rocking the younger until both their tears were dry. Then, when he could hear his little brother’s breathing grow quieter with sleep, he lay the boy down on the bed and tucked him in gently. America rolled to his side and reached out for England, eyes still closed. The British man smiled and slipped beneath the covers next to him, letting America grip his shirt. The small fists loosened and instead wrapped themselves around England’s arm, cuddling it like a teddy bear.
“I love you, Iggy,” he murmured sleepily.
The man smoothed his hair with his free hand and closed his eyes, feeling at peace at last. He tilted his chin down and kissed the boy on the forehead.
“I love you, too.”
How could he feel any pain in his heart while they lay like this? America wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be alone. You’ll always need me…right?
The hair sticking up from his charge’s head tickled his nose as he fell asleep.
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much love from OP <333
ps Maybe you should post a link to your request here? Then it would be highlighted for all the loving readers of this fill. :D You deserve masses of good karma for writing this!
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I'm kinda looking for the same kind of fluff, only with Spain and Romano. I really do love these family ties.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=50332089#t50332089
Maybe I'll go off to spread some more karma...XD
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MY HEART D:
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Very good job ;w;
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