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I'm home Britain said entering the house and placing his coat on the countertop.No noises were heard by the little American not even his usual hugs.He waited for a few minutes just standing there and heared nothing.After this he went up to the little America's room and saw the little boy at the corner of the room shaking.Once he calmed down he went over to the little boy's direction.What's wrong,America?He asked warmly.I-I'm afraid of being alone in the house and there was a-a s-storm and load of l-lightning and t-thunder.the little boy stutered.Britain kneeled down to his height and tapped his little head.At this point America started crying

Britain grabbed his tie and took it off and placed it on the near by counter top.Gripping hischest lightly he sat himself on the couch.Closing his eyes for a few seconds he took a deep breath and opened his eyes once more covering half of his face with his hand.Grumbling to himself he lightly pulled stands of his hair.As he placed his gaze in another direction.Once he looked infront of him he saw a picture frame that looked familiar to him.He stood up and walked to that direction.Once he took the frame he let it slip through his fingers but just covered his mouth instead his eyes becoming sad.Forcing his tears to not fall he bit his lower lip