All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 5 - Black Sheep

POV England

After the meeting we headed back to America's house, I told him stories of my wars with France, epic battles where of course I beat the bloody frog. We were just heading to bed when he asked me to sing to him. I smiled, gently pulled the covers over him and started singing.

"Rock a bye baby on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby, cradle and all."

I'm about to repeat the song when I realise America is fast asleep, breathing softly with a little smile on his face. I get into bed with him, it is my bed after all, and fall into a deep slumber.

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"Iggy wake up!" Is all I hear before suddenly a massive weight lands on my chest at full force.

Ugh, same routine every day, I wake up either to him lying across my bloody chest or by being sat on, I'm honestly surprised the latter hasn't killed me yet. Then the day goes past, I sing him to sleep with the same lullaby and the process starts again.

I'm honestly loving it though, I've been staying with America for a couple years now, maybe it was a couple decades or perhaps even centuries. Once you've lived a thousand years you tend to forget these things.

America is still growing at an alarming rate, he seems about ten now, though his mental age is still four. We never do celebrate birthdays coming to think of it, just christmas as we technically haven't aged a year.

This year America gave me a drawing he did of me and him, of course I'm scowling and he's holding my hand smiling. I'm also yelling at who I think is France in the distance and America's wearing a superhero costume. It says: "to the best big brother in the world." at the top. I gave him a box full of hand crafted toy soldiers.

The breakfast I made ended up charred beyond recognition I sighed yelled: "America do you want to go out for breakfast?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Don't swear!"

"You swear all the time." Realising this is true I scowl and make a tsk noise.

"Haha! The hero always wins!" I sigh, he's developed quite a hero complex.

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"Iggy can I have the hamburger?" He says loudly.

"Don't call me that!" I hissed.

"Sorry England can I have the hamburger." He says drawing out the word England.

"No that's not what I meant you git you can't call me England or Iggy in public!" I hissed.

"Why not?"

"Because no one is meant to find out that we are countries unless there is a valid reason you git! Has no one ever told you that before."

"Well your my guardian!" Realising this was once again true, I was once again stumped.

"True, sorry you're going to have to pick a human name, mine is Arthur Kirkland."

"Artie!" He says with a giggle. Leave America to come up with the most ridiculous nickname.

"Don't call me that!" I half yell at him.

"Please?" He says pouting with big puppy dog eyes. This child is going to be the death of me.

"Fine, but only if you pick a name."

"Well your name begins with 'A' so I want mine to as well, hmm, Alfred!" He says with a smile. "Alfred F Jones."

"F jones?"

"Jones, because Indiana Jones is awesome and F for fucking, so I can be Alfred Fucking Jones!"

"You can not be called Alfred Fucking Jones I won't allow it!"

"Its too late it's already written in stone!"

"Where?"

"In my mind!" I just lay my head on the table on the table in defeat.

The waiter coughs from behind me to get my attention.

"Sorry." I say sounding defeated.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yes thanks."

Our food arrives and America is happily spreading ketchup on his burger, he looks up at me and says: "Is it called ketchuping?" He asks.

"What?" I reply utterly confused.

"Putting ketchup on a burger, because if you spread butter its buttering so if you spread ketchup is it ketchuping?" I give him my best are you trying to annoy me or are you just that stupid look.

"Well is it?"

"Stop destroying my language, you're going to make me and the queen cry!"

"So that's a no then?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, yes so it is a word!"

"No!"

"Make up your mind Artie!"

"I did make up my mind!" I yell exasperated. Once we had finished our food we walked home. As soon as we arrived America sprinted upstairs like his life depended on it.

"Iggy! Iggy! Iggy!" I hear his excitable voice yelling, I sigh what is he going to ask me now.

"Iggy can we make a den?" He asks, his arms stuffed full of duvets and sheets.

"No." I reply.

"Please, please, pppplllllllleeeeaaaasssseeee!" He asks with those puppy dog eyes which he knows I can never refuse.

"Fine." I sigh in defeat.

We push the two sofas back to back then push them apart creating a section in the middle which we cover with a duvet and then drape blankets over either side opening. I mutter a spell so the blankets are secure and can't fall while America shoves an assortment of cushions into the den.

"Iggy come in!" He yells, I chuckle at his excitement and make my way into the den. I lie down next to America and he squishes up next to me.

"This is so cool! It's like our own little world!" He says in fascination, rolling around the cushions. I smile at him. "Iggy will you tell me a story?"

"Whats the magic word?"

"Please!" He says with an exasperated sigh. I think for a minute and then let my mind wonder into a story.

"Once upon a time there was a field full of sheep, all the sheep got along very well with one another apart from one sheep who always felt a bit left out. This sheep had a black coat while all the other sheep had white coats, which just added to him feeling isolated and alone. After ages of being left alone and abandonned the sheep came to push others away, thinking that if he let them come close to him they would just leave him so what was the point? Then, one day the black sheep travelled to a far away land and met an adorable baby bear cub. The black sheep took it upon himself to raise the bear cub. The bear cub showed him nothing but love and devotion although he was a little annoying sometimes. The black sheep grew to feel wanted and not an outcast. The bear cub had taught him how to love and the black sheep promised himself that he would protect and look after the bear cub his whole life. The end."

"Iggy that story makes no sense, surely the bear cub would have just eaten the sheep. I wanna here an exciting story! Tell me one about superheroes!" I sighed, maybe the bear cub was more than just a little annoying.