Little!America getting a booboo and England kissing it better
first time poster... did I do it right? ----
The day started out wonderfully. It was in the middle of June, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the sky was a pure, clear blue. Admittedly, it was hot. Almost swelteringly so. But America didn't mind. His thoughts were on more important things.
Like his gaurdian/father-figure England coming over for a visit.
It's been ages, or it felt like it for the small colony, since he saw England. Quite frankly, he missed the nation. It didn't help that England would have to leave very soon. Again.
So, America made it his goal to cherish every single moment of the visit. He had the entire day planned out. First, they would go on a picnic. The weather's been so nice lately. Albeit a little hot. Then, there was this new village that sprung up that America wanted to show him. He was getting so big! He hoped England was proud of him. Finally, they would go home. And maybe if he asked nicely, England would tuck him in. Like when he was little. But of course, he'd pretend he didn't need to be tucked in. That he was a big kid now. And that he wasn't ecstatic about England reading a story to him.
America had been so looking forward to everything he had planned. Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed when, just as they were hiking to their picnic spot, dark clouds formed at the horizon. Before they knew it, the storm was upon them and rain accompanied by a chilling breeze pelted at them.
Of course, they could never have a picnic in such a weather. Nor could they check out the new village. There went America's plans. He tried not to cry as he and England journeyed back to their house. They were traveling at a light jog. The storm growing worse by the minute. And though they couldn't catch a cold through physical means, standing out in the icy rain is still very unpleasant.
So, they ran. But in America's frustration, tears clouded his sight. He didn't want to be sad. Honest he didn't. But all he could think about was England leaving tomorrow. And that today was supposed to be special. Now his plans were ruined so-so...!
With his vision blurred, America didn't see the slight dip in the road. He promptly tripped, falling into the muddy ground.
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anonymous
June 16 2009, 09:14:19 UTC
"America! Are you alright?"
England immediately rushed over, helping America to his feet. America, for his part, felt even more ashamed. Not only was he crying, he also fell. He felt pathetic, making England fuss over him like that.
"I'm fine." America mumbled, his eyes trained to his feet.
He was lying, of course. There must've been a rock hidden in all that mud, because he had a nice sized cut on his knee. It stung too. The dirt on it wasn't helping matters, making it throb all the more. Thankfully, he managed to shift his stance so as to hide the cut, as well as the new hole in his trousers.
"Are you sure?" England pressed, his eyebrows furrowed worriedly.
"I'm fine!" America whined, managed to look up this time.
Engalnd rolled his eyes, before shrugging off his coat and draping it over America's head.
"Come on then." He stated, walking forward once more.
America nodded. Taking a few steps, before pain shot from his injured knee. He flinched. England, who had been watching America from the corner of his eye, sharply turned around. A knowing smirk played on his lips.
"Alright. Where is it?" He inquired.
"Where is what?" America replied, feinting innocence.
"Don't be daft. Show me where you're hurt."
"But I'm not hurt!"
"Oh, yes you are!"
There was a brief battle of wills. England and America staring off, the rain still pounding around them. Neither were willing to back down, that is until England sneezed. America remembered he was wearing England's coat... And thus promptly relented. England was very stubborn, America learned by his example, and knew the nation would not move until seeing his injury.
He hesistantly shifted his legs, presenting the cut. An apologetic grin on his lips
"That wasn't too hard, now was it?" England smiled.
The storm had weakened, and England found relatively dry spot for America to sit on. Kneeling down on the moist grass, England inspected the cut. He was relieved to see it was nothing serious. Nothing a quick remedy couldn't fix. And looking at his colony's disheartened expression, he knew just what he could do.
"Ah, I know just the way to fix this. It's a cure the faeries taught me." England announced.
"Really?" America blinked, ever so curious.
"It goes something like this." And the older nation promptly deposited a feather-light kiss on the wound.
It tickled. And it felt weird. America had thought. But England's lips were soft, though lightly chapped. And it gave him a warm feeling. Something that bubbled from his chest and caused him to smile widely. It overshadowed all the pain.
"Feel better?" England asked.
"Lots!" America cheered.
"Good." Turning around, so his back was to the boy, England offered America a piggy-back ride. "Let's head home then?"
America's eyes widened in surprised. A few seconds passed before he finally nodded. Clambering up and holding tightly unto England's shoulders.
They walked home that way. England carrying America. And America listening faithfully to the rhythm of England's heart. The steady beat lulling him to sleep. England looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sleeping face. America looked just as he did when he was little. Right after he won him from France.
Re: Kisses Make Everything Better pt. 2
anonymous
June 16 2009, 09:40:42 UTC
Not!OP is smiling and smiling and smiling after reading this. ♥ I love little America's bravery, and the way that England not only saw what was being hidden behind it but didn't diminish that show of bravery.
Re: Kisses Make Everything Better pt. 2
anonymous
June 16 2009, 19:14:00 UTC
There really needs to be more fic of young!America. I'm also a fan of sappy/cute/fluff. That said, this is utterly cute and sweet. The last line especially made me both smile and ache for what is to come. Love this~
Re: Kisses Make Everything Better pt. 2
anonymous
June 16 2009, 19:17:16 UTC
You are making me miss the kids I take care of at my job in child care. And those kids wear me out most days.
This is brilliant, anon, and very, very accurate in describing a kid's usual temperament. XD So sweet! I want to hug something now. (Not OP, but doesn't the OP usually tell you who they are?)
Little!America getting a booboo and England kissing it better
first time poster... did I do it right?
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The day started out wonderfully. It was in the middle of June, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the sky was a pure, clear blue. Admittedly, it was hot. Almost swelteringly so. But America didn't mind. His thoughts were on more important things.
Like his gaurdian/father-figure England coming over for a visit.
It's been ages, or it felt like it for the small colony, since he saw England. Quite frankly, he missed the nation. It didn't help that England would have to leave very soon. Again.
So, America made it his goal to cherish every single moment of the visit. He had the entire day planned out. First, they would go on a picnic. The weather's been so nice lately. Albeit a little hot. Then, there was this new village that sprung up that America wanted to show him. He was getting so big! He hoped England was proud of him. Finally, they would go home. And maybe if he asked nicely, England would tuck him in. Like when he was little. But of course, he'd pretend he didn't need to be tucked in. That he was a big kid now. And that he wasn't ecstatic about England reading a story to him.
America had been so looking forward to everything he had planned. Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed when, just as they were hiking to their picnic spot, dark clouds formed at the horizon. Before they knew it, the storm was upon them and rain accompanied by a chilling breeze pelted at them.
Of course, they could never have a picnic in such a weather. Nor could they check out the new village. There went America's plans. He tried not to cry as he and England journeyed back to their house. They were traveling at a light jog. The storm growing worse by the minute. And though they couldn't catch a cold through physical means, standing out in the icy rain is still very unpleasant.
So, they ran. But in America's frustration, tears clouded his sight. He didn't want to be sad. Honest he didn't. But all he could think about was England leaving tomorrow. And that today was supposed to be special. Now his plans were ruined so-so...!
With his vision blurred, America didn't see the slight dip in the road. He promptly tripped, falling into the muddy ground.
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England immediately rushed over, helping America to his feet. America, for his part, felt even more ashamed. Not only was he crying, he also fell. He felt pathetic, making England fuss over him like that.
"I'm fine." America mumbled, his eyes trained to his feet.
He was lying, of course. There must've been a rock hidden in all that mud, because he had a nice sized cut on his knee. It stung too. The dirt on it wasn't helping matters, making it throb all the more. Thankfully, he managed to shift his stance so as to hide the cut, as well as the new hole in his trousers.
"Are you sure?" England pressed, his eyebrows furrowed worriedly.
"I'm fine!" America whined, managed to look up this time.
Engalnd rolled his eyes, before shrugging off his coat and draping it over America's head.
"Come on then." He stated, walking forward once more.
America nodded. Taking a few steps, before pain shot from his injured knee. He flinched. England, who had been watching America from the corner of his eye, sharply turned around. A knowing smirk played on his lips.
"Alright. Where is it?" He inquired.
"Where is what?" America replied, feinting innocence.
"Don't be daft. Show me where you're hurt."
"But I'm not hurt!"
"Oh, yes you are!"
There was a brief battle of wills. England and America staring off, the rain still pounding around them. Neither were willing to back down, that is until England sneezed. America remembered he was wearing England's coat... And thus promptly relented. England was very stubborn, America learned by his example, and knew the nation would not move until seeing his injury.
He hesistantly shifted his legs, presenting the cut. An apologetic grin on his lips
"That wasn't too hard, now was it?" England smiled.
The storm had weakened, and England found relatively dry spot for America to sit on. Kneeling down on the moist grass, England inspected the cut. He was relieved to see it was nothing serious. Nothing a quick remedy couldn't fix. And looking at his colony's disheartened expression, he knew just what he could do.
"Ah, I know just the way to fix this. It's a cure the faeries taught me." England announced.
"Really?" America blinked, ever so curious.
"It goes something like this." And the older nation promptly deposited a feather-light kiss on the wound.
It tickled. And it felt weird. America had thought. But England's lips were soft, though lightly chapped. And it gave him a warm feeling. Something that bubbled from his chest and caused him to smile widely. It overshadowed all the pain.
"Feel better?" England asked.
"Lots!" America cheered.
"Good." Turning around, so his back was to the boy, England offered America a piggy-back ride. "Let's head home then?"
America's eyes widened in surprised. A few seconds passed before he finally nodded. Clambering up and holding tightly unto England's shoulders.
They walked home that way. England carrying America. And America listening faithfully to the rhythm of England's heart. The steady beat lulling him to sleep. England looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sleeping face. America looked just as he did when he was little. Right after he won him from France.
"Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, okay?"
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Likewise, not OP. ^^
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This is brilliant, anon, and very, very accurate in describing a kid's usual temperament. XD So sweet! I want to hug something now. (Not OP, but doesn't the OP usually tell you who they are?)
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This was adorable~ THANK YOU SO MUCH <3
(sorry for the late reply, I didn't check to see if it was filled or not)
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