A jacket is an inanimate object; it does not move, so England feels free to hold it close to him, pretend it's America because if the real America hugs him, England figures he will probably scream, maybe cry, because everything will come back to him just like it almost did now; except those memories will be all the nightmares he's ever had, never wants to have again.
England looks at the clock; thirty minutes since he began cleaning, ten since he screamed– forty minutes total. With a sigh, he feels relief when he realizes his scream did not awaken America. He must have really been asleep then.
The sandy-blond haired man hops off the bed, leaving the half organized clothes on the bed and wanders to his room; to where America is. Just to check on him in case, coax him back to sleep. He looked sleepy in the morning, so England figures he should make sure he gets an adequate amount of sleep.
England pauses when he opens the door. He doesn't need to walk closer to know.
America is ill.
[A/N: I SWEAR I'LL EXPLAIN WITH SOME LOGIC (YEAH YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.) WHY AMERICA GOT SICK.
Also, I'm thinking this fill may end up... ehhhh, around 45 parts? I'm not sure yet. I don't think it'll surpass 50, or. orz. it might. Oh God. -sob-]
Hold Me Close [28a/?]
England looks at the clock; thirty minutes since he began cleaning, ten since he screamed– forty minutes total. With a sigh, he feels relief when he realizes his scream did not awaken America. He must have really been asleep then.
The sandy-blond haired man hops off the bed, leaving the half organized clothes on the bed and wanders to his room; to where America is. Just to check on him in case, coax him back to sleep. He looked sleepy in the morning, so England figures he should make sure he gets an adequate amount of sleep.
England pauses when he opens the door. He doesn't need to walk closer to know.
America is ill.
[A/N: I SWEAR I'LL EXPLAIN WITH SOME LOGIC (YEAH YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.) WHY AMERICA GOT SICK.
Also, I'm thinking this fill may end up... ehhhh, around 45 parts? I'm not sure yet. I don't think it'll surpass 50, or. orz. it might. Oh God. -sob-]