Lullaby For a Stormy Night

"England! England!" Little America said, climbing up on the older nation's bed.

"What is it, America?" England yawned, still half sleep.

"Didn't you hear it?"

The thunder boomed, as the lightning flashed brightly outside of the window. The little colony jumped, as he heard it, and hid under England's blanket. England, now, understood what was happening.

"There's no need to be afraid, America."

"B-But, I'm not a-afraid!" Then, right on cue, there was another "boom". America whimpered and grabbed onto England's hand.

England chuckled as he pulled America out from under his blanket. "It's okay to be afraid. You shouldn't be ashamed."

"But, I want to protect you, England!" America stood up on the bed, "I shouldn't be afraid!"

England smiled, "Don't worry, America, I wont get hurt."

"But, how do you know? What if you do get hurt? Then what would I do?"

England sighed, "It's alright, America. No one will get hurt. Now, you should get some rest, it's still 4 in the morning."

America sighed, frustrated at England. He extended his pointer finger at him, "Fine. Only if you promise you'll be safe and you'll call for me, if you get in trouble."

England shook his head and smiled, "I promise, America. Now, you should be getting back to bed," He swung his legs over the side of the bed, "Come on." He stood up holding out his hand for America to take. Then, there was another roar of thunder. America grasped onto England's hand with his tiny ones.

"Wait! C-Can I stay with you, tonight?" America looked into England's green eyes with his own blue orbs, "P-Please?"

England felt America's hands trembling. He squeezed them and sat back down on the bed. He hugged little America, "Of course." He let go and fixed the blankets. He tucked America in and got in next to him. America held onto England's arm, tightly. After a few minutes, he was sure America was already asleep, so he started to doze off. Suddenly, he heard his name being called.

"England?" He felt a vibration on his chest. "England?" He realized it was America who was saying his name, "Yes, America?"

"I can't sleep."

"Hmm, give it a little time. You'll fall asleep soon enough." He closed his eyes, and started to doze off, again. Then, he heard another blast of thunder. The colony hugged England's arm a little tighter, after hearing it. He whimpered and started to tear up. "E-England," he started to sniffle up and although it was dark, England could tell America's face was starting to turn red, "I-I can't sleep."

England tried to shush America but it was no use. He then heard America's quiet and quivering voice, "Can you sing a lullaby?" England was shocked by this idea, "What kind of lullaby?"

"Anything." England tried to think of a lullaby, and he suddenly thought of the lullaby his mother used to sing him. He tried to recall the lyrics in his head and he replayed his mother's voice in his head. He closed his eyes and began to sing~

"Little child, be not afraid

The rain pounds harsh against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger

There is no danger

I am here tonight

Little child, be not afraid

The thunder explodes like lightning flash

illuminates your tear-stained face

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning,"

England took a look at America. He was already calmed down. He continued to sing,

"Little child, be not afraid

The storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And the candlelight beams

Still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight

Little child, be not afraid

The wind makes creatures of our trees

And the branches to hands

They're not real understand

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning,"

He felt America's breathing becoming slightly slower, but he wasn't quite asleep, yet. He continued,

"For you know, once even I

Was a little child

And I was afraid

But a gentle someone always came

To dry all my tears

Trade sweet sleep for fears

And to give a kiss goodnight

Well, now I am grown

And these days have shown

Rain's apart of how life goes

But it's dark and it's late

So I'll hold you and wait

Till your frightened eyes do close

And I hope that you know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the Morning

Everything's fine in the morning

The Rain will be gone in the morning

But I'll still be here in the morning~"

England looked down at America. He was sleeping like an angel. England smiled and kissed his forehead. "Sweet dreams, America," he hugged his colony with his other arm and closed his eyes,

"Good night."