The Monster in the Closet
England sighed and lay his head down against the desk. But just for a moment. He still had much work to do. Okay, maybe just a little bit longer? No. This needed to be done and over with by morning. Ugh, but he was still so tired!
England continued to argue with himself in his head like this for some time before finally sitting back up. With another sigh, he picked up his papers and straightened them up before reading over the same lines again.
He'd been going on like this for a few days now. Putting America and Canada to bed and then going back down the study to continue his work. He couldn't find the time to finish it all while he was in his own country, so he had to bring it all with him.
England suddenly perked up when he heard a thud coming from somewhere within the large house. Followed by a call for "Englaannd!" in a shrill voice. Said nation quickly stood up from his desk and ran to Canada's room.
When he opened the door, the first thing he noticed out of order was the shaking bundle of blankets at the foot of the bed. With a quick check to make sure nothing was broken, England walked in and kneeled down next to the heap of blankets on the floor.
"Canada? Are you alright?" England asked. The blankets stopped shaking as much when he spoke. The boy inside sniffled and whimpered. "Canada?" England said again. When he still didn't get a response, England began to move some of the blankets away himself, to reveal a pair of teary violet eyes.
Finally, Canada came out of his protective shield and climbed into his big brother's lap. One arm occupied holding his stuffed polar bear, the other now clinging onto England as if his life depended on it. He still sniffled and whimpered, trying to hold in his tears, though they were already falling down his cheeks and soaking England's shirt.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. What happened?" The older nation said, trying to comfort his colony. He spoke in a hushed voice, while holding Canada in his arms and stroking his little brother's hair. Okay, am I doing this right? What else should I do? England thought. He wasn't exactly the best at this kind of thing.
When it seemed as though he had finally calmed down, England decided to ask his brother again, "What happened?". Canada looked up at England with reddened eyes and dried tears on his face. He still sniffled and heaved a little as he spoke.
"Th-there was, something, In-In the closet, a-and it really scared me!" The boy finally managed to choke out. He buried his head back in England's shirt to cry just a little more. The older nation looked down at Canada, then at the closet on the other side of the room. He smiled a bit after another look at Canada and back. "The Monster in the Closet". Of course!
"Is that it?" England asked, still smiling down at Canada. He chuckled when the boy nodded. "Oh, no, there's nothing to be afraid of in there!" He said and Canada pulled away to get a better look at his guardian. Had he heard him right?
"Y-yes there is! It had red eyes, and a lot of sharp teeth! And it was huge! Like this big!" Canada held his arms out as wide as he could get them. "And it was furry! And it had horns, and sharp claws! And it growled at me!" The boy probably would have gone on if England hadn't laughed.
"Canada, I promise you that nothing is going to hurt you," He said and ruffled the boy's hair. He stood and picked Canada up, placing him back on the bed and handing him his bear, as well as picking up the blankets and tucking his brother back in. "Goodnight," England said and went to head for the door when he felt something tug on his shirt. He looked down to see tears coming back to Canada's eyes.
"Ca-can I sleep with you tonight? Just this once?" He asked. England sighed and kneeled back down. He moved away some of the hair that clung to Canada's face, thinking. He still had a lot of work to do. But he could always finish it in the morning. But he was already behind schedule as it was! But Canada's so scared... He'll have to get over his fears someday though, right?
"... Okay, come on," England finally answered and Canada quickly jumped out of his bed. Come on now, how could you say no to a face like that? Stuffed bear still at hand, Canada held on to his brother's thumb as the two walked down the hall. England suddenly stopped at America's room.
"Just a moment, Canada," England quietly opened the door and peaked through. Good. He had slept through it all.
Shutting the door back over, the two brothers continued on to England's room and jumped onto the bed and under the covers. England was too tired to even bother getting into his nightclothes. He just kicked off his shoes and went to join the already fast asleep Canada, when he suddenly stopped. There was one more thing that he should probably do...
"psst!" He whispered to no one in particular. Well, no one visible to any ordinary person, that is. "psst! Hey, Mint Bunny!" He whispered again. "If you don't mind, could you please tell your brother to get out of the closet? We don't need any more nights like tonight... Alright, thank you!" And with that, he drifted off to sleep.
Well, my first fanfiction! Okay, not my first, but the first that I like, and my first Hetalia fanfiction. I really hope that you guys like it. I'm a little worried that I may have made Canada out of character… But please give me your feedback! Let me know if I should continue it. I would like to, but I want reviews first. Just to make sure. This chapter would be like a prologue if I did.
Well that is all I have to say for now. Again, please do review!