Me: *slams head on desk* I shouldn't be writing this. I have two stories I need to finish and neither one is this fandom. And the title is really lame wow.

Britain: Then why the bloody hell are you writing this?

Me: Because I like brotherly cuteness between you and little America!

America: Come on, Britain! Just let her get on with the story!

Britain: Fine, Autobot StarRacer does not own Hetalia or the characters...thank God

Me: Yeah probably a good thing, so many popular ships would become canon! On to the story!

"N-No! Leave me alone! AHHH!" The young nations screams were what woke Britain. It took him a second before he registered what was going on. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran to America's room, ready to fight off anyone (probably that pervert, France) who was trying to hurt his "little brother" America. The different horrible things that may have happened to America ran through Britain's mind, making him more fearful. "Big brother!"

"America, what's wrong? What happened?" Britain yelled as he burst into the room. Much to his confusion, and relief, the only human/country in the room was the little boy. The blankets covered the young nation's head, but Britain could still see that he was trembling in fear. Realizing that there was no danger nearby, Britain walked over slowly to America and lowered the sheets from his head. His heart nearly broke at the fear in America's wide, teary eyes. America wrapped his arms around Britain as best he could and latched on with an iron grip, sobbing and rambling incoherently. Britain rubbed his back and hummed a soft lullaby to help calm the poor boy. "Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Mhm, y-you were hurt from the war a-and I couldn't do anything t-to help and y-you..." America trailed off as he sobbed harder into Britain's chest. Britain's breath caught in his throat. America was having nightmares about his death? His eyebrows furrowed in thought. What America screamed didn't line up with the nightmare. America then decided to carry on. "T-Then France came up and s-said that I was his colony now, like Canada. B-But I don't want to be his colony I want to stay with you!"

"Shh, it's okay, America. I'm alive, I'm right here, and I'm definitely not going to allow France, or anyone else, to take you away from me. I promise I'll protect you." Britain assured as he rocked America slightly. He suddenly remembered what happened a few day before that may have triggered this nightmare.

**Flashback**

"Britain! You're home! Wait...what's wrong? Why are you hurt?" America asked as he ran to his brother. Britain had definitely seen better days. He was still at war with France and Spain over land in the New World. So far, Britain had America and France had his brother...what was his name?...oh right, Canada. Spain didn't have a country to control, aside from South Italy Romano, but he did own quite a bit of land. Britain was currently covered in scrapes, cuts, and bruises. He looked ready to collapse, but he managed to give America a small smile.

"It's nothing, America. France has just been fighting a lot harder lately to take land from us." Britain explained. He used the word "us" so America wouldn't feel like he was just property to the larger nation (though he technically was). America suddenly ran out of the room, leaving Britain confused, so he sat down in a chair and began to remove his jacket. America returned with a medical kit and proud grin on his face. Britain smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "You are very smart, America. Thank you."

"You're welcome!" America chirped happily as he helped Britain dress the wounds.

**End Flashback**

"C-Can you stay the night in here with me?" America asked as he looked up at Britain. Oh, how could he say "no" to those big, puppy-dog eyes? Britain nodded and shifted in the bed so the covers were over the two of them and they were both laying down. America still clung to Britain, but his grip was much looser and his head rested on Britain's chest. America fell asleep quickly as Britain petted his hair gently.

"I won't let anyone hurt you or take you away, I promise." Britain swore before falling asleep.

Me: AHHH SO CUTE~!

Norway: It was cute, I have to admit.

Me: Woah, Norway, what are you doing here?

Norway: Britain and America started arguing over something about the Revolutionary War and left.

Me: Aww, that was such a sad time for both of them! Well, mis amigos, I bid you adieu!

Norway: Favorite, Review, or something or else she'll probably come to the Nordics complaining.

Me: Hey! No need to be mean! Denmark thinks I'm cool :(