Englands POV
After we had our fun outside I dropped and the sofa and took my jacket and shoes.I decide to change into something more comfortable as well.The interaction enjoyable,though America wasn't like himself.Less excited than usual.Maybe he didn't have enough sleep.Surely it's nothing.I spot one my Harry Potter books and reach for it,continuing where I last read it.Harry Potter has to be one of my favorite books.I would die without the series.Some time after I began reading,I hear someone sobbing.Its probably my imagination.Though it kept going.It was disturbing my reading,so I came to the conclusion of checking it out.Just as I was about to get up,it had stopped.So I stayed in place,and continue with my reading.Another five minutes pass by and I see America step out of his room,his eyes were tinted pink.I decide not to comment about it.He sits down next tome and I strike up a conversation,and that leads into a hug and Alfred playing with his hair.Im worried about him,seeing he was the one sobbing,though it was just a nightmare.It wasn't going to affect her him.He's quite warm,so I try to get closer to him.It was quite cold in here.
It was not like I wanted to get closer to him because I thought he was cute and needed comfort.Not at all,
An-Sorry I haven't been writing on this,I just had come of writers block,hopefully i can update later today or tomorrow,some the chapter short and all.

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FanfictionAmerica hates his body,England doesn't.. (I made this and the other fanfics in like 5th-7th grade ITS BAD 😭))) still not over Hetalia though . 😖