The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 4

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{Americas POV}

England was fast asleep, head resting on the table, that must be uncomfortable. I wondered what I could use as a pillow, I had a burger, but I don't think England would appreciate that, I looked around the meeting room. Nothing. I took off my bomber jacket and lifted England's head, placing it beneath him. It was weird, I always wore that jacket, never took it off, I even slept with it on sometimes. I really had no idea why I let England use it as a pillow, he would probably yell at me for doing it, complain that it smells of burgers, which it does, but burgers smell great! The noise in the room started to die down. Finally! I mean who even cares about tomatoes and potatoes, there're both disgusting unless in burgers or chips.
"Okay" Germany started, clearly irritated from arguing "let's just continue with no interruptions" with the last word he gave Romano a scary look. The meeting commenced as usual and no-one had noticed England was sleeping, although he was twitching slightly, I leaned slightly closer to him, he had a pained look on his face and was sweating. I didn't know wether to laugh at his appearance or wake him up.
"NOO!" Everyone in the room turned round to look at England, he was crying and screaming in his sleep, he moved around frantically in his chair and fell off, hitting the ground with a loud bang.
"Woah, woah, England dude! Wake up!" I got off my chair and started to shake him. "Guys do something!" I looked at all the nations behind me, they had no idea what to do either. I picked him up bridal style and held him close to me, he was shaking and I was worried he was cold.
"Amérique, Canada, come on. We are going to Angleterres house" he walked out the door and Mattie followed him, I grabbed my bomber jacket then followed.
"France, what do we do?" Mattie asked in his whisper voice, I forgot he was at the meeting, I always forget about Canada even though he is my brother. He's just hard to see, always really quiet and I suppose he just fades into the background. Strange really, since he's a really large country. We went in Frances car and drove to England's place, I was still holding him close to me. It took a while to get to England's, it was far out in the English countryside. After about an hour or 2 we were there, his house isn't really that big but it is pretty, it's a two story house with lots of space and it's surrounded by a huge forest. When I was younger I got lost a countless number of times, England would always have to come searching for me but he never got lost. Not even once, it was a mystery I always wanted to solve but sorta gave up on once I had grown up. Looking at it now I suppose he knows his way around so well because he's lived here for so long.
"Come on, let's get inside" France got out the car and held the door open for me because I was holding England.
"How do we get it, I don't have keys" I asked puzzled, I know France didn't have keys and I doubted Canada would.
"Search his pockets, he will have them on his person Amérique" France stated simply. I gave him a shocked look, he really wanted me to search England's pockets? I was against it, if England found out I would be dead. But we had no choice, I went through his jacket pocket: nothing, I searched the pockets in the back of his jeans carefully, didn't wanna touch his ass. Well...I kinda did I suppose, I had a tiny thing for the Englishman but I wouldn't let anyone know. There was nothing in his back pockets so I moved to the front ones and immediately found his car and house keys. I pulled them out and tossed them to Mattie who then opened the front door.
"Come on, let's get him to bed" he said so quietly I'm not sure if France heard him. Surprisingly he did. He strutted into the house like he owned the place.
"Amérique, put Angleterre upstairs on his bed like Mathieu said, the two of us will make some food" the two of them walked into the kitchen as I went up the stairs with England in my arms. I had no idea which room was his, I walked into the guest room and bathroom before I found his room. When I found his room I placed him gently on the bed, wrapping the covers around him. He had stopped shaking but he still looked scared and in pain. I leaned over him, placed a soft kiss on his lips and left the room to join the others in the kitchen.

Was that kinda short? I'm sorry!