{New!} England is a child?! {rewritten}

Chapter 8

America woke up from his bed, he's messy blond hair getting in the way of his eye site. He looked and sure the now little England cuddled up in his green shirt and his arms around him, he stroked his hair and opened his eyes wider.

Where was Russia?

America slowly moved England from his grasp and went to breakfast. Hoping that he would find Russia.

But before America went downstairs, he had to get dressed. America put on his black shirt and his bomber jacket on top, then his jeans and combats and now his ready to face the world.

America went downstairs and put the oven on, then he put the eggs on the pan for three of them.

"Russia!" America called out

"Russia!!" America called out again. He wanted his attentions since he didn't see him last night.

"What"

"I am cooking breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?"

"Nyet. Just get me what your havin'

"Okay!"

Then America stood up and placed the eggs on the plates he had got out for them.

"Can you Wake England"

"Of course"Now Russia's plan was finally in session

I'm just going to do little drafts until I write something bigger