AmericaxReaderxEngland - Recollection - Part 1

AmericaxReaderxEngland

Recollection

Part 1

-----Narrator's POV-----

So many years earlier, on the new found country...

A beautiful girl was hugging a sleepy little boy. Her (hair length) (hair color) hair swinging as she brought the little boy to his bed.

"Don't forget my lullaby Irewand!" The kid said, rubbing his eyes.
"I won't, America, now put your blanket over yourself and be quiet." The girl giggled before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her soft voice soon echoed trough the room and even the whole house. The kid wasn't able to understand her words but he soon gave up to sleep.

Once she ended the song and made sure the boy was fast asleep she kissed his forehead and left the room.

"I wish you agreed to sing this to me too." A man stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The girl shivered.

"Don't worry, it's only me." The man cooed in her neck.

Of course I know it's him, how could I possibly forget it's him... Really, how could you forget the man who took over your country with such violence and who made a bloodbath every time your people tried to escape from his hold? But what shocked you the most was how that man could be the same as the one who was currently hugging you lovingly.

While England only showed is genuinely kind side to America, you, Ireland, had to deal with his whole nature.


-----Back to America's POV-----

I knew it, I couldn't focus on the meeting...

"A-America?" I turned to face the one who asked me.

"Oh Canada! What's up?" I tried to sound like my usual self, but failed...

"Are you feeling well America? You were acting weird during the meeting, did something happened?" Should I tell him? He's my brother after all.

"I'm fine, but I had some weird dreams recently." I intented laughing to mask my uneasiness.

"Weird dreams?" As expected, nobody can fool the quiet canadian...

"Yep, from when I was still under England's responsibility. I remember a woman who was kind to me, she seemed to be with England. Everytime I try to say her name nothing comes out of my mouth and when I look at her my dream turns into a nightmare as I realise she doesn't have a head... And I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming like a baby. I can't remember her Canada, what should I do?" I didn't meant to sound so desperate but that was getting on my nerves.

"Hum, I'm sorry for you America. Maybe you should ask England or France about this, they must be the ones who were the closest to the person you're talking about." Canada looked upset so I patted his shoulder to show him that he already have helped me more than I expected.

"I'll ask them tomorrow, thanks Canada!" I was relieved that someone listened to me, maybe I should be nicer to Canada in the future...