~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Seventeen!

“Are you sure you still want to go to that party of Americas?” England asks with a frown as he pulls on his shirt. Annabelle was still curled up in her bed, refusing to get out of bed. She couldn’t cry at all anymore, she had already done that, crying out all of her tears.

Annabelle doesn’t answer, only snuggles more up into her blankets. She didn’t want to go to school, using the excuse she looked like crap. England fixes his tie, sighing, “Alright… And are you sure you want me to go to school?”

Annabelle shifts around in her blankets and looks to him, frowning. She shakes her head and looks down, still frowning. England sighs and sits on the side of her bed, frowning, “I don’t have to, if you don’t want me to.”

Annabelle sighs and frowns, “You should go…” She smiles weakly to him. He smiles sadly and stands, leaning down and kissing her forehead. She smiles softly, looking down.

“Call me if you need anything.” He says softly before smiling and walking out. He shuts the door and makes it a few steps before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He blinks and pulls out his phone, answering it, “Ello?”

He hears Annabelle’s whining, sad voice on the other end, “I need something.” He starts to chuckle as he turns around and walks back to his room, hanging up on her.

The two end up spending the day together. They watch a lot of movies, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, such things like that. Annabelle would snuggle with him a lot, still really sad and depressed about the passing of her best friend.

She lets out a sigh, looking down. England looks to her and frowns, both of them sitting on the floor. “Are you alright?” She lays her head on his shoulder, shaking her head, “I just… Can’t believe he’s gone,” She whispers. He frowns and strokes her hair which he found out that was really comforting to her.

He smiles, “It’s alright… He’s in a better place now, a much better place. I’m sure he would be sad to see you like this… He wants you to be happy.” Annabelle hugs onto his arm, frowning. She closes her eyes and smiles softly, “You’re right.”

The door suddenly bursts open with a loud American, “DUDES ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” They both look to the door quickly; both blushing as Annabelle quickly pulls away.

America blinks then tilts his head to the side, “Why weren’t you at school today?” Annabelle smiles sadly, “I’m just really, really depressed, Al.” She says softly. He frowns and walks in, setting his bag down.

“Why’s that, dudette?” He sits crisscross on the floor in front of her. She smiles sadly again, looking down. “D-Dylan… He um…”

“Dylan passed away.” England finishes her sentence, frowning. “He was in a car wreck.” America’s eyes widen, “Whoa…”

Annabelle smiles to him and stifles a giggle, “I’m okay now… We just hung out all day… I feel a bit better…” America grins cutely, blush dusting over his cheeks.

“So you’re totally still up for that party, right?! It’s gonna be awesome!” Annabelle smiles softly and nods gently, “Sure.”

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America had made the party at one of his places. She walks up to the door, wearing a light grey sweater with black skinny jeans. She wore black flats on her feet and a soft scarf around her neck. She walks up to the door with England who wore light blue button up shirt with a black tie along with jeans and converse. Annabelle had put his outfit together and she seemed to be having fun so he wore it.

England knocks on the door, music already loudly playing. America opens the door quickly, a bright smile on his face, “Dudes! You made it! Finally! You’re the last ones here!”