~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Twenty Eight

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Annabelle yawns, her face stuffed in her English book, ear buds in ears, ignoring the world. She was currently in English, ignoring England and France fighting.

She opens her eyes when she feels a hand fall onto her shoulder lightly. She looks up to a concerned American, a grin slightly pulling onto his features. “You alright, dude?”

She yoinks her music out of her ears, sitting up. She smiles slightly. “Just tired, is all.” She glances down to her iPod and pauses the song.

America smiles with a concerned look, also ignoring the two yelling at each other in the background. “Not much sleep?”

Annabelle frowns slightly, shaking her head. “I had a strange dream. My adopted mother was there. We were standing out in the middle of nowhere, standing in a field, actually,” She pauses. “And… She told me that… She’s coming for me.” She mutters, furrowing her eyebrows.

America frowns. “Why didn’t you wake England up to try and get back to sleep?” He rubs her back slightly, noticing she was shaking.

“He wouldn’t wake.” She mutters. She gently lays her head on his shoulder, causing him to blush.

“You could have come to wake me. I could have helped.” America says with a shy smile. Annabelle smiles slightly.

“That’s sweet… But I was too scared to leave the room.” Her smile turns to a frown, America’s as well.

“Oh, well—“ America gets cut off by a loud voice.

“BOYS!” The teacher yells at the two fighting, coming back into the classroom.

The two continue to fight. “Stop pulling hair you pansy!!!” England yells.

“Zen stop pulling on my shirt!” France yells back, the two wrestling on the floor. (No, FrUk fans. Not what you want it to be.)

The teacher marches over and grabs them both by their ears, death in her eyes. “You two stop fighting or I’ll send you to the principal’s office!” She yells.

“Y-yes ma’am!!” The two whimper, letting out strings of ‘ow’ from their ears being pulled on.

The teacher drops the two and they stand, rubbing their ears. The other students of the class snicker at them as they walk off to their seats.

England sighs, plopping into his seat. “Stupid frog.” He mutters. He sends a glare France’s way and France returns the favor.

England rolls his eyes and looks to America and Annabelle. Annabelle’s head was resting on America’s shoulder, his arm around her in a protective fashion. He had his other hand on her forehead.

England stares at them for a while then frowns when America looks to him. “She’s pretty warm dude.”

England looks down to Annabelle. Her cheeks were red, beads of sweat latched onto her skin. From where he was sitting, he could even see her breathing seeming difficult. When America moves his hand, he places his own on her head, frowning at the heat it put off.

“She’s pretty warm…”

Annabelle snuggles under America’s arm more, whimpering slightly. The two look concerned and America slowly pulls his arm away from her. England places his hand on her shoulder, shaking it lightly. “Annabelle…”