I sit on the bed in the room that I was given, swinging my legs that hang two feet off the floor. I can feel warm tears sliding down my face and I snivel miserably, wiping my eyes with my fists. I didn't like it when the frog talked about my brothers. He was always mean to them because they made me run away but even if they hurt me I still cared about them. So I got angry and now they're angry at me. And they're going to throw me away like everyone else did...
"Iggy? Dude, are you in there?" A soft voice calls at the door. I shake my head.
"No! I'm not in here!"
"Iggy, please don't cry," He coos, trying the door, which I locked. "Let me in."
"No, go away! You're going to get angry with me!"
"I'm not angry, I want to talk to you." He replies, trying the door again. "Now please, Iggy!"
"It's England!"
"Gah! Okay, okay, England. I'm not mad, I want to talk to you."
"You're not going to throw me away?" I ask, a little bubble of hope rising up. I can hear him make a hurt little noise and I can't tell if he's being sympathetic or I did something to make him upset.
"Now, why would we do that? You switched Germany and Italy's brains so you could come with us, and I'm not gonna let that go to waste!" He chuckles slightly, and I feel a smile twitching at my lips.
"Really?" I ask, flopping off the bed and shuffling over to the door.
"Really!" He replies, and I jump up and grab the door handle, unlocking the door. It swings open to reveal America's concerned face, before he sweeps me in in his long arms and cuddles me. "Dude, you had me worried there!"
I curl up to his chest, sniffling into his shoulder and whimpering slightly. "Y-you're really not... M-m-mad?" I say, my voice sounding weird because of my clogged up nose.
"Well... You did fight with France...." America started, and I pull back away from him a little. "But, no! No, of course I'm not mad! You and France are our little dudelings, we could never be mad at you!" He adds hurriedly.
"Thank you..."
"No problem, Iggy!"
"I told you, its England!" I growl at him moodily.
"Aw, whatever. You're still Iggy to me!"
I stick my tongue out playfully at him and he tickles me on the side of my neck. I squirm, hunching up my shoulder. "Don't tickle me!" I shriek, falling out of his arms into the fluffy carpet and rolling into the landing. He crawls after me as I totter through the house, chasing me as I continue to explore the massive mansion.
I mean, it is huge. There's the big hallway on the bottom me floor with the two sweeping staircases, and the corridor at the top has all our bedrooms on it. But you can go left or right at the end of the corridors and turn up in this little maze of little corridors and little doors leading to little rooms, and you get to the end and....
And there's a gigantic room full of toys. I gasp and stop running and stare at everything. America skids to a stop behind me, and Canada and France, who had been following the commotion we were making, stopped in the doorway.
Tall bay windows look out over a green-topped forest, tinged with gold at the start of autumn, and in the distance is can see a haze of fields. There are two tall, polished rocking horses standing proudly in the corner, one of them rearing on its hind legs. A pastel pink, three storey dolls house is open opposite them, detailed little items of furniture organised in the cute little rooms. Dolls, books, teddies and various other toys are stacked neatly in boxes around the edges or on shelves on the walls.
"Oh yeah, dudes, we forget to tell you but we collected up some toys for you to keep ya' busy! Hope you like 'em!" America grins, standing up with his hands placed hero-like on his hips.
"C-can...." I start. 'Can I.....?" I reach out my hands to the toys suggestively. I can see a twinkle on France's eyes too as he admires the impressive collection of toys.
"Go play, kids." America- no, Canada, whispers. I should know this; America never whispers.
Me and France hesitate for a millisecond, before skipping into the room. "Merci Papa! Merci beaucoup!" France yells in French as he runs in excitable circles. "Thank you so much!" I squeal, tumbling over to the window and running back. I grab America's arm and pull him properly into the room. "This so so awesome!"
"OUI! It puts that Prussia person to shame!" France replies.
"Dude! That's rude!"
"Hey, Daddy! That rhymed!" We all laugh and chat as we play around in the room. America helps me up onto one of the rocking horses and I swing back and forth, imagining trees and snow-capped mountains rushing past me as I ride through the forests that surrounded my old home back in Britain. Sometimes I miss it back home, but then I think and realise that it's so much nicer here with a proper house and a proper family.
America hops onto the backs of the horse and pulls me into a hug, wrapping his big arms around me. France and Canada sit similarly on to other horse, and I feel my eyelids get heavy.
"Dude, ya' wanna go to sleep?"
"Mmm hmm..." I sigh, leaning back against him as he gently lifts me up and carries me out if the room. I look back over my shoulder at Canada, who is resting France on his hip like a mother. I wave my hand over America's shoulder sleepily, half my face hidden behind his shoulder.
"Wait....."
"What's up, Iggy?"
"E-England..." I complain quietly through a yawn. "Go back to France..." I tell him, and be uncertainly turns back and lifts me so I am at eye level with the other nation.
"S-sorry, Frog..." I smile, closing my eyes and yawning again. I hear the other three chuckle and turn back to America, snuggling up to his chest and falling asleep soundly.
Hey-A!
So... I'm not used to writing Authors notes cause I kinda hate reading them when I'm trying to read a story and they're normally just random stuff that we don't need to know.
No offence or anything, and I'm being a hypocrite too cause this is just pointless shiz. But it does have a point and I'm getting to that now so...
I am really running out of ideas, well, I have a few but I need a few more chapters before I get to them. So if you have any ideas, and I mean any, then I would be glad to hear them, and please comment anything which I need to add/improve.
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Swapped Around
FanfictionWe all know that England and France raised America and Canada, but what if that was swapped around? This is set during the time that America was originally discovered by England, but with America already being a proper country, while France and Engl...