You were crying in England’s arms, when the door swung open and a bunch of men walked inside.
“Have no fear, the hero is here!!!”
“America! You have to be quiet for zhe mädchen. She iz sick, und needs to rest.”
“Look at the-a bambina! She is-a so cute, ve~!”
“She is a little sunflower, да?”
“Hai, she is kawaii.”
“Shì de, she is, aru.”
“It is so unfair zhat Angleterre ‘as ‘er and I don’t.”
“Hey, I’m not a chair!”
“Who are you?”
You stared at the unknown men. They all sounded different. You thought that they were from different places, but you couldn’t identify where they were from because you were never educated about the world around you. Most of them looked like they were wearing military uniforms. The others looked like they were wearing casual clothing. They all looked wealthy.
“Shh! Keep it down. Sorry about that, love. These are the people I work with. From right to left, it’s America, Germany, Italy, Russia, Japan, China, France, and…um…, who are you?” England asked the man to the very left.
“I’m Canada…” he replied sadly, as if he was asked that question way too many times before.
“Right, Canada. Sorry about that.” England apologized.
Everyone starred at you. You could feel their gazes looking at all of the bruises and cuts that littered your skin. They looked at how pale your skin was and how sick you looked. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying. All of their mouths turned from smiles to sad frowns. You don’t know why, but you felt some sort of power emanating from them, as if they were all something more than just regular men. With all of their eyes on you, you felt sort of nervous. Just then, your arms gave out from hanging onto England for so long, and you almost fell onto the floor. England caught you just in time.
“I think you need to rest now, love. Do you want me to tell you a bed time story?” England asked.
“A bed time story? What’s a bed time story?” you asked England.
“Dude, how can you not know what a bed time story is? Iggy told them to me all the time back when I was a kid. It’s a story that you tell when it’s bed time. It helps you go to sleep.” Exclaimed America
“Oh. Nobody told me one of those. Most days, I just get knocked out from the beatings the other people in the alley way I live in give me. Other days I am just too exhausted from running away from people trying to either steel from me or beat me up. That’s how I get my sleep.” you explain.
“OMG, that’s so sad!” said America as he comes your way and gives you a very forceful hug. Because you were so thin and bony, the hug hurt you and made your bruises ache. But you have seen other people do this to each other when they are happy or when they want to make others happy, so you didn’t mind. America started to bawl on you, and England had to pry him off of you.
“Come on, now. It is getting late. We better get some sleep for the next G8, er, 9 meeting tomorrow.” said England, trying to shoo the other men away and out of the door.
“Hey, what about the girl? She can’t stay here alone. Can she come with us?” asked America before he could be shoved out of the room.
“Yes, America. She will come with us to the meeting. She will be all right. Now, get out of my room!” England said before finally closing the door, sliding down the door on his back until he reached the floor, sighing in exhausted victory. He then got up, and sat back down onto the couch.
“Now, would you like me to tell you a sto-“England started to say before he realized that you were already asleep. England smiled, kissed your forehead, and whispered in your ear ‘Good night, (y/n).’