The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 10

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

{Americas POV}

I lifted England up and took him to bed for the second time that day, tears were pouring down his face and he was shaking slightly. Why was he so upset? That sort of confession doesn't normally give this sort of reaction. I put him on his bed and threw a Union Jack blanket over him.
"What's wrong with you England? I know you were shocked but there's no need to cry. Your okay" I said soothingly, I needed to calm him down before I asked him for an answer. He replied with a series of sobs and choked words, I laid down next to him and hugged him tightly. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at me, I smiled back and went to a sitting position on the bed, pulling him up with me so he was sitting on my lap, his face buried in my chest.
"America, what are y-you doing?" The Englishman asked me slowly, he was so cute.
"Comforting you, your upset so I'm trying to make you happy" I whispered cheerfully. I wanted to make him happy, I hated seeing him upset. We stayed like this for a while, at some point England fell asleep, he was shaking although not nearly as much as before, his eyelids twitched a few times and I thought he was waking up but he stayed in his dream, snoring softly. He was fucking adorable when he slept, he looked younger. His messy hair became even messier and he had the faint outline of a smile on his lips. I checked the time on my phone: 21:53. I released England from my hug and placed him back on his bed. I went downstairs to get my luggage then headed to the guest room. I was going to watch some horror movies. I got my laptop out of the suitcase and turned it on, Insidious was the film I had chosen to watch. I stripped down to my underwear and jumped in the bed, clicking the 'play' button and watching the creepy-as-hell opening scene.

{England's POV}

I woke up in my bed again, although I could remember what had happened before I fell asleep, America had told me he liked me and I started to cry because I didn't know what to do. Then he had took me to bed and I fell asleep in his arms. How embarrassing. I looked out the window, it was pitch black outside, I stripped to my underwear: Union Jack boxers, and shuffled under the bedcovers, trying to get back to sleep. Surprisingly my dream wasn't as bad as before, Oliver was there still, but it didn't hurt as much when I was hit, although when he would come near me or touch me I would lose consciousness. I was half asleep when I heard footsteps coming from down the hall, I thought I was imagining them, being fairly sleep deprived and only now sleeping for more than an hour a night. Closing my eyes again I heard my door open and shut, then something crawled into bed behind me.
"I-I need to sleep here E-England, I don't want it to get me" it was America, he sounded terrified. Probably watched a horror film even when I told him not to. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed my back to his chest, his breath was hot on my neck.
"My little Iggy~" he cooed softly, I wanted to tell him I was awake but decided against it, I didn't like it but I didn't dislike it. "My little Iggy, I want you to love me" my eyes snapped open. Does he really want me to love him? "I love you Iggy, I really do. My little Iggy~"