Little George - Age Regression

"We'll take care of you"

George's eyes wandered over the white ceiling of his new room. The walls around him bare and seemingly squishing his lungs shut more second by second.

Not only that but he was burning up. Even in the late months of the year, Florida was much hotter than England and he wasn't used to temperatures of this caliber.

His breath starts to quicken at all the things that England had, that Florida didn't. He started to miss things he thought he could never miss, sending him down a spiral that was well known to him.

His brain started feeling fuzzy, like it was being covered in a haze or a fog, and suddenly, all he wanted to do was get out of this room. He couldn't be alone when there were people in the house, he needed to find someone to take care of him and he needed to find them quickly.

He stumbles from his bed, noticing how shakey his legs were underneath his weight, walking along the wall to have something he could hold on to.

He made his way to the door, and after struggling with the knob for a few seconds, he got it open and made his wobbly way to the living room, where he just stood and watched, thankfully seeing his two friends sat in the light of the lamps.

"Hey George. Weren't you gonna go to sleep?" The taller blond asks, gaining a small nod from George as a response.

George didn't move after the nod, he just stood there on his barely functioning legs, not saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Dream questioned, slight concern on his face.

George stayed silent again, first having to find the power to speak and in his current state, which was deteriorating by the second, this was one of the hardest tasks for him.

"I miss England" he finally squeaks, quiet and high pitched.

"How do you already miss it? You've been here for like two days" Dream joked and Sapnap chuckled. Both of their faces dropped as they saw the water welling in their friend's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Dream huffs quickly, "I didn't know you were that upset about it, come here" The blond apologized, standing from the couch he was sat on and wrapping the boy in a big, comforting hug, in which George lets all his weight drop into the bigger man's body.

"Woah George" he says, not expecting to have to catch him, but not letting go either.

He grabs the back of his thighs and lifts him higher up his body, settling him against his hip, the boy immediately crossing his feet behind his back.

"George, are you okay?"

"Feel small." and "Carry me?" Are muttered by the brunet, the arms tightly holding him drying his tears, and calming his breath.

"You feel small? How do you feel small?" Sapnap called from the chair a few feet over, it was a wonder he even heard the words George had said, they were that quiet.

"Sapnap" Dream shot the youngest a look that could kill, slowly petting a gentle hand over the boy's back, walking over to the couch, and asking George a simple question.

"George, can I sit down here?" He angled his head down so he could watch the man's expressions, seeing the soft face scrunch up and feeling the small hands digging into his shirt.

"Don't go! Don't go!" George's entire body tensed around the blond, not wanting him to let go or leave him alone with all his feelings.

"Hey, hey, George, it's okay I won't let go alright? I promise." He pet the brunet's soft locks, slightly massaging making the boy settle back against his shoulder, arms and legs relieving some of their tight grip.