United States of Hetalia Productions
Happy Fourth of July! Since I did USUK last year, I figured 'Why not use them again this year?' I don't own Hetalia, nor the two anthems in this fics. My only warning is that this fic was written early in the morning.
England looked up from the book he was reading. There was his little colony, America, with a nervous look on his face. The boy was in his sleepwear and he was holding a pillow to his chest.
"What wrong, lad?" England asked as America approached his bed.
"I..." America looked down to the floor. "I can't sleep. It's too dark in my room." He glanced at the candle on England's nightstand. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
England smiled down at him. "I don't see why not."
America climbed onto the bed. He threw his head onto the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut.
"No no," England said. "You're trying too hard."
America opened his eyes and look up at the elder. "Then how do I get to sleep?"
"You have to try relaxing for a bit, America."
America tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then a grin spread across his face as if he'd thought of the best idea of the century.
"Maybe you can sing me something, England. Your voice is relaxing."
England was taken aback by the boy's idea.
Sing him something? What should he sing him?
Then he thought of it. A song that had recently been written back in his house.
"Alright, then," England said. He took a deep breathe and started singing.
"God Save our noble King,
Long live our noble King,
God save The King.
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save The King."
America's eyes were getting droopier with each verse England sang.
Soon, the colony's eyes were finally closed and he was snuggled up to his 'brother'.
A loud crack from America's birthday party snapped England out of his thoughts.
It was the Fourth of July. America had dragged the elder nation to his party.
England sighed. Why would he bring his out there? To rub it in his face that he was free of him? To plan some elaborate joke on him? It was like the git didn't remember a single time England had done for him.
England turned around to see the grown man that once was his little brother.
"What do you want?" England asked with a frown on his face.
America had a bright smile. "You gotta come see the fireworks! The best view is from the top of the hill! Come on!"
He grabbed England's wrist and ignored the other's protests as he dragged him up the hill. By the time the made it, the first firework was lighting up the sky in a sea of white.
Many of the nations 'Ooh'ed and 'Aah'ed at the display, but not England. He'd seen plenty of fireworks and had long since lost interest in them.
He vaguely wondered how America never got bored of them at his birthday parties.
He looked up to see the American's prideful smile as he looked up at the sky. Each color was lighting up his face and making him almost glow.
America looked at England from the corner of his eye and smiled. He opened his mouth and started singing softly.
"My Country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside
Let freedom ring."
America seemed to be singing directly at him.
Perhaps he didn't forget after all.
Gosh, I suck at USUK.
I know the songs would probably have different meanings other than America just remembering a lullaby but I wanted to make it sweet and I couldn't think of something better.
Anyways, Happy Birthday America.