That's Not How You Supersize [3/?]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 13:11:30 UTC
A/N: Whoo~ third part! I'll try to post 2 parts every night if I can.
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England slowly opened his eyes as his eyes tried getting used to the dimly lit room. Blinking several times before finally opening his eyes, England placed a hand on his painfully throbbing head and feeling a slight bump on the back of his head.
“Ugh…” was all England said before he suddenly remembered America and the child he saw earlier before passing out. England looked around the room looking for any sign of the child and America. He then noticed a small ball curled up against the cupboards and walked over to it. It was the child sleeping soundly and beside him was America’s bomber jacket being used as a blankie.
England couldn’t help smile remembering when America was still a new nation starting out. ‘Those were good times…’ thought England happily before snapping out of his daze turning his attention to the slumbering child.
“What should I do with him…” thought England out loud squatting down contemplating whether to wake the boy up or let him continue sleeping. England was about to nudge the boy awake when child suddenly opened his eyes and looked at England with such fear that he tried moving backwards away from him but found that he was already against the doors of the cupboards. He began to start sobbing all the while clutching the jacket as if it was a lifeline.
England wanted to panic and scream but he just couldn’t. He had look after children before already so what difference would this one make? It was just a child. What harm could it do? And so, with renewed determination and willpower England carried the child into his arms and began trying to soothe him all the while convincing him that everything was alright. The said child stopped crying soon enough and looked up at England with his big blue eyes. England tried to smile and look friendly.
The child just seemed to stare at England particularly his thick eyebrows. England felt a twitch in his smile. He carried the boy to the table, pulling out a chair for the child and another for him. He placed the kid first on one and sat down. He took a deep breathe before looking at the child straight in the eyes. The boy seemed unnerved and tightened his grip on the poor jacket.
“Well… what’s your name?” England asked awkwardly. The child looked at England before burying his face into the jacket then lifted his head up slowly taking a glance at the older nation’s face then covering his face again with the jacket. A muffled sound came from the jacket. England blinked.
“What?”
Muffled sounds came from the jacket once more. England leaned closer and tried to decipher what he was saying. The boy looked up a bit from the jacket and yelled into England’s ear. “America!” in a high, squeaky sounding voice.
England cringed then blinked. “What?”
“My name’s Am...America...” this time in a softer tone.
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England slowly opened his eyes as his eyes tried getting used to the dimly lit room. Blinking several times before finally opening his eyes, England placed a hand on his painfully throbbing head and feeling a slight bump on the back of his head.
“Ugh…” was all England said before he suddenly remembered America and the child he saw earlier before passing out. England looked around the room looking for any sign of the child and America. He then noticed a small ball curled up against the cupboards and walked over to it. It was the child sleeping soundly and beside him was America’s bomber jacket being used as a blankie.
England couldn’t help smile remembering when America was still a new nation starting out. ‘Those were good times…’ thought England happily before snapping out of his daze turning his attention to the slumbering child.
“What should I do with him…” thought England out loud squatting down contemplating whether to wake the boy up or let him continue sleeping. England was about to nudge the boy awake when child suddenly opened his eyes and looked at England with such fear that he tried moving backwards away from him but found that he was already against the doors of the cupboards. He began to start sobbing all the while clutching the jacket as if it was a lifeline.
England wanted to panic and scream but he just couldn’t. He had look after children before already so what difference would this one make? It was just a child. What harm could it do? And so, with renewed determination and willpower England carried the child into his arms and began trying to soothe him all the while convincing him that everything was alright. The said child stopped crying soon enough and looked up at England with his big blue eyes. England tried to smile and look friendly.
The child just seemed to stare at England particularly his thick eyebrows. England felt a twitch in his smile. He carried the boy to the table, pulling out a chair for the child and another for him. He placed the kid first on one and sat down. He took a deep breathe before looking at the child straight in the eyes. The boy seemed unnerved and tightened his grip on the poor jacket.
“Well… what’s your name?” England asked awkwardly. The child looked at England before burying his face into the jacket then lifted his head up slowly taking a glance at the older nation’s face then covering his face again with the jacket. A muffled sound came from the jacket. England blinked.
“What?”
Muffled sounds came from the jacket once more. England leaned closer and tried to decipher what he was saying. The boy looked up a bit from the jacket and yelled into England’s ear. “America!” in a high, squeaky sounding voice.
England cringed then blinked. “What?”
“My name’s Am...America...” this time in a softer tone.
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