This is a One Shot for ARandomShadowOfLife, who suggested Cuba/Femerica for a chapter in one of my stories. And this is what she requested!

Family fluff with Amelia and Arthur~

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Amelia screamed as another clap of thunder and lightning struck outside of the house. She trembled as she sobbed.

She was staying up for her caretaker, Arthur, to come home. It wasn't often that he visited her, so Amelia wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

"Eeekkk!" America shrieked as another clap struck, this time closer to her. She clung to the table leg that she was under and held it tight with her tiny, clenched hands. Amelia continued to sob and whimper at the thunder and lightning got closer to her.

In the back of her mind, the little girl remembered her wise mother telling her the stories of Ani Yuntikwalaski* and Asgaya Gigagei*. But she was distracted by yet another clap of thunder and squeezed the table-leg, making it crack and break. The table was still being held up by the three other legs.

"Artieeee... C-Come h-home!" Amelia pleaded, desperately needing the Englishman to walk through the door and comfort her.

The Great Spirit must have pitied her, because Arthur had just opened the door and started to set his coat on the coat rack. Amelia ran over to England and tackled him just before another crack of thunder came.

"America! What's wrong?" Arthur asked, concerned. Amelia wailed into his shoulder. He couldn't make out any words that were coming franticly out of the little girls mouth. Sighing, Arthur picked the frightened girl up and carried her to her bedroom.

"It's past you're bedtime young lady." He set her down on the bed, and Amelia grabbed his shirt with her tiny hands and held him there. "No! Iggy, please don't leave me!" His heart stung a little at her tears, so he picked her up and held her to his chest as he laid down on her flowery bed and pulled the covers up over her.

"There. Now do you think you can sleep, love?" He asked her gently. The girl nodded, tears still dribbling over her cute little pink cheeks, and snuggled into his chest.

Arthur sighed again and started to get to sleep, desperately trying not to think about how wrinkled his clothes would be in the morning.

*'s- Thunder and Lightning spirits in Native American mythology.

P.S- Did you know that instead of sleeping in a crib, I slept on my mothers chest (that was hurting, cause both my older brother and myself never breast-fed) because she found bugs in my crib.

Hope you like it ARandomShadowforLife~! Sorry it's short!