Lonesome Nights Together
A/N: That last chapter gave me the feels so much. So I needed to write something fluffy
A loud cry filled the large house, waking up the people inside it. A blonde British man ran into the room the cry was coming from, finding a young American with tears in his eyes.
"America, what's wrong?" England asked, coming into the room and holding the boy in his strong but gentle arms.
"C-Canada...! I can't f-find Canada...!"
England blinked, looking over to the other side of the bed where the supposedly missing country was, wide-eyed as he fretted over his brother.
"America, you little yankie, open your eyes. Canada's right here."
Slowly, America's crying went down as he looked to his side, seeing his brother there. The tears didn't stay away for long, starting once again as he tackle hugged his brother.
"Waah...! Canada! You disappeared! Don't disappear again!"
America chuckled at the memory. He cried a lot as a kid. But despite what most of the countries thought, he really cared for his brother.
It was hard when the two of them were no longer allowed to sleep in the same bed. Canada seemed to get along just fine on his own, but he was always the stronger of the two(something America would never admit out loud). But there were rare moments that the young twins were able to stay together again. Like when the yellow fever broke out in America's country, Canada came to try and comfort him while England was gone.
Or like now... The World Meeting was running long so the brothers ended up falling asleep in their chairs. Canada's head was resting on America's shoulder, while America's head was on top of Canada's. Their faces were peaceful, just like the faces of little angels. They had a lot of the countries blushing from how cute they were. No one had the heart to wake them, so the meeting was ended early for the day and all the countries relaxed and got to catch up with each other.
America really missed spending time with his brother, and the feeling was mutual.
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