(...I am Stupid. In the middle of writing this chapter! I realized that UK/Britain and England were two different things/people. I am not going to change it though... I'll work with it. BUT I REALIZED IT ON THE FREAKIN 10th CHAPTER!
Ok Story Time.)
England held his newborn in his hands, and his son was sleeping peacefully. England was in awe, he couldn't believe he had a new baby son.
They both were in the baby room of the Palace they lived in, France was taking a nap because of birthing stuff. The room was small and light blue wallpaper cover the room. The door was a nice white color and a drawer was next to it and it had baby stuff such as diapers and baby bottles. there was a rocking chair in one of the corners, which was were England was sitting. The rocking chair was next to the crib where the little boy slept. The blankets were a nice yonder blue (light blue-gray) with a white crown pattern. Next to the blue crib was a closet with stuffed animals.
England still had his eyes on his sleeping son who wiggled a little in his blanket then he started to whimper then cry.
"Hey hey!" England tried to calm him down, "It's okay. What do you need?" England felt a little dumb for asking a newborn a question that they couldn't answer. England looked around then grabbed a bottle and tried to feed the child, but the baby denied it. The adult country groaned and changed the kid's diaper.
Still, the baby cried, England sigh and ran out of options. Then an idea popped in his head.
"♪Come stop your crying, it will be alright,♪" England held the child on his shoulder and sang (Yes, he is singing). "♪Just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you, I will be here don't you cry.♪"
(The song ↓)
The baby calmed down and stopped crying. England moved the baby back onto his lap and saw his tears still on his cheek. England smiled warmly at the baby and it smiled back, England giggled and kept singing. The baby made small baby noises while he did.
When he was finished the baby was asleep.
"I love you America..." He whispered to the baby.
. . .
England fluttered his eyes open and realized it was just a memory. He was laying on his desk and his back hurt from sitting uncomfortably, and when he sat up he realized that his cheeks were wet from crying.
He wasn't sure if it was from crying in his sleep or from before. The woken Country looked around and saw that it was dark in the room and outside. England instinctively looked in his coat pocket and pulled out a small picture, it was of him and 13 Colonies. He felt a tear go down his cheek as he remembered when he sang 13 Colonies to sleep. France and himself didn't have too much of a problem with taking care of their two baby boys because they had maid take care of them. Though sometimes America would just cry for no reason and when France held him he still cried however when England held him he would calm down. Guess he was a father's boy. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and he put it away in the pocket he was previously in. He looked at his pocket watch and it read: 1:00 am.
He felt his stomach growl, makes sense he hasn't eaten all day. Not that he didn't want to eat he just didn't have an appetite.
England stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen taking in his surroundings. He sighs and looked in one of his coat pockets, he pulled out a picture. It was of himself and America.
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The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU
Fanfiction-IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ON ANYWHERE BUT WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN- 13 Colonies (America) has a great connection with his father, England. But when a sweet child becomes a rebellious teen who feels no one listens to him or understands what he's going...
