Re: Chapter 1 -TYR
anonymous
February 15 2011, 21:29:34 UTC
“Nooo~” America just wouldn’t let go of his arm. He had planned to just dump the big kid in his room and go to bed himself, but the second he had turned his back to the other nation, said person had cried out and taken his arm into a death grip.
“Come on you big baby, go to sleep already!” The Brit was amazed at how much extra strength the boy’s left arm had when he was scarred.
“B-But England, don’t you know that when you separate in a huge dark house, that you will be killed by the ghosts?”
“This is your own bloody house!”
“Stay!” America pulled him into bed and wrapped his good arm around his visitor. There was no way he was going to survive tonight if he was left alone in one room, all alone to get killed by the dead lady in the mirror. England would scare the ghosts away! He always did.
“You bloody git, LET GO!” The Englishman struggled against the superpower, but was in no way any match to it. The other nation buried his face in his chest and just stayed there. He still felt him shivering against his body and tried to at least get one arm loose.
“At least let me move!”
It didn’t take long for America to fall asleep around England. He still had a certain force in his arm to keep the other on the bed, but it didn’t feel like iron-wires from a bridge anymore.
Grasping the chance he wiggled his arms free and shifted more to get comfortable. It still was hard to imagine the superpower nation to be so afraid of horror movies. The boy could fight wars against Russia, but he would submit to ghosts.
He seriously had to make up all the time he had missed.
“Idiot, that was the last time you watch these movies…”
Or at least the last time without him there to hold him.
Even though the night had been turbulent, he could help but smile a bit. This was like the old times where he would lay with America until he was asleep. The boy had always had a wild fantasy, and sometimes he would wet the bed because of nightmares.Here he was, the world’s strongest superpower, wrapped up in a blanket and physically hurt. He felt irony swell up in him as he looked at the muffled hair that was attached to his chest.
Maybe watching over America for the next couple of day wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was quite entertaining and maybe he could even get the boy to show more of himself…
“Nooo~” America just wouldn’t let go of his arm. He had planned to just dump the big kid in his room and go to bed himself, but the second he had turned his back to the other nation, said person had cried out and taken his arm into a death grip.
“Come on you big baby, go to sleep already!” The Brit was amazed at how much extra strength the boy’s left arm had when he was scarred.
“B-But England, don’t you know that when you separate in a huge dark house, that you will be killed by the ghosts?”
“This is your own bloody house!”
“Stay!” America pulled him into bed and wrapped his good arm around his visitor. There was no way he was going to survive tonight if he was left alone in one room, all alone to get killed by the dead lady in the mirror. England would scare the ghosts away! He always did.
“You bloody git, LET GO!” The Englishman struggled against the superpower, but was in no way any match to it. The other nation buried his face in his chest and just stayed there. He still felt him shivering against his body and tried to at least get one arm loose.
“At least let me move!”
It didn’t take long for America to fall asleep around England. He still had a certain force in his arm to keep the other on the bed, but it didn’t feel like iron-wires from a bridge anymore.
Grasping the chance he wiggled his arms free and shifted more to get comfortable. It still was hard to imagine the superpower nation to be so afraid of horror movies. The boy could fight wars against Russia, but he would submit to ghosts.
He seriously had to make up all the time he had missed.
“Idiot, that was the last time you watch these movies…”
Or at least the last time without him there to hold him.
Even though the night had been turbulent, he could help but smile a bit. This was like the old times where he would lay with America until he was asleep. The boy had always had a wild fantasy, and sometimes he would wet the bed because of nightmares.Here he was, the world’s strongest superpower, wrapped up in a blanket and physically hurt. He felt irony swell up in him as he looked at the muffled hair that was attached to his chest.
Maybe watching over America for the next couple of day wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was quite entertaining and maybe he could even get the boy to show more of himself…
All in all, it would be an interesting time.
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Great! I really like this story. I feel for Al, I've been in bed with a broken bone and it's not fun.
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