Today was a lazy day. And that meant wearing the grungiest clothes you had, putting your hair into a messy bun, and not even worrying about silly things like makeup. Quite obviously, this meant you weren't going anywhere either.
So with a happy, yet lazy, smile on your face you made your way to the living room to eat junk food and watch a ridiculous amount of movies. You curled into a tight ball and started your first movie as you set up your nest of food and blankets.
For some reason, you'd opted to watch a horror movie first, and of course, that was when the weather decided to turn nasty. The pouring rain, bright lightening, and crashing thunder matched the tone of the slasher scene perfectly. And it was putting you on edge to the nth degree. Every sound made you jump and you had to try your best not to shriek.
At that moment, a huge thunder crash sounded just as one of the monsters screamed and made its presence known on the screen.
You screamed bloody murder.
"HAHAHAHA!! Don't worry, lady!! The hero will save you!!!" Was all you heard before a tiny force rammed into the back of your head. You face-planted into your lap and started struggling to remove the thing that was on your head so you wouldn't suffocate.
You quickly reached behind you and grabbed the person/animal/thing and pulled them around to your front. The little person grinned at you and waved his tiny fists around.
"No need to fear! The hero is here! I'll protect you from the bad monsters, lady! HAHAHA!!" You sighed as the mini hero shouted out his praises. Even as a chibi America was loud. If you hadn't been holding him in front of you, you wouldn't have believed what you'd just thought. Little baby America was in your house and yelling about protecting you. What the hell was going on.
Just then, another monster on the screen shrieked at its victims and ChibiAmerica screamed and was instantly attached to your stomach, face buried in your shirt. You heaved a sigh and gently pried him off of you and set him in your lap.
"Don't be scared," you cooed. "There's nothing to be afraid of." ChibiAmerica sniffled and fisted his hand in your shirt. You grabbed the TV remote and stopped the movie so you could focus on comforting the tiny country that had somehow ended up here.
It took a good ten minutes, but you managed to convince him that it was just a movie, and that he had nothing to worry about. When he started yelling about being hungry, you knew he was going to be alright. So you picked him up and went into the kitchen.
"Mind telling me how you got here?" you asked as you got some stuff for sandwiches out of the fridge.
"I dunno," he said, walking around on the countertop and examining everything. "I was in Mr. England's house and then I was here. And I heard you scream, so I had to help!" You giggled at his heroic pose and lifted him up to set him on the floor. He pouted at you as you set him down and lifted his arms for you to pick him up again.
"Laadddyyyyy!" he whined. "I wanna be up there with yooouuu!" You laughed and ruffled his hair.
"I can't get you something to eat if you're up here," you explained, working faster to make the sandwiches. He whined and latched onto your leg, making it a little difficult for you to walk around. As soon as you'd set the plates on the table however, he was in a chair and stuffing his face faster than Superman in flight.
You stared in amazement at how quickly such a little kid could eat. You shouldn't have been surprised, since he was still America, but you'd think he'd have started out normally enough. Even the belch he'd just emitted was as adult as his appetite.
Quietly munching on your own sandwich, you wondered what you were going to do with him. You couldn't just kick him out, but you weren't sure if you could afford to house and feed this human garbage disposal. You obviously weren't super wealthy or anything like the countries would be, and you didn't have a huge home for him to run around in. As much as you'd like to let him stay, it just didn't seem like an option. But at the same time, where else could he go? Crazy fangirls could find him and scare the life out of him, or he could end up in some home with an abusive family.
That thought made you cringe and you felt guilty just thinking about such a situation. You held back a sigh as you realized that you didn't have much choice but to let him live with you. But as you watched him chugging down his milk and leaving a moustache in its wake, you didn't really think you'd mind.
"Ready or not, here I come!" you shouted from your spot next to the swing set at the park. About a week after Alfie had arrived, the two of you had made it a habit of going to the park at least once a week to play. And today was the perfect day for hide-and-seek. There weren't a lot of people around, the sun was out, and there was a wonderful breeze. Just perfect.
You quietly made your way around the playground, keeping an ear out for any stray giggles or scuffling. Playing hide-and-seek was always a challenge with Alfie because he had yet to choose the same spot twice. But it was always fun for the both of you.
You froze for a moment and turned your head towards a group of bushes near the slide. You tip-toed in a circle around it, trying not to give away your position, and slowly made your way over. When you were close enough, you leaped into the bushes and dragged a laughing Alfie out of the branches.
"Got you!" you cried, holding him to you as you tickled his stomach. He shrieked with laughter and wiggled in your arms, trying to get away.
"(Name)! That tickles!"
"I know! It's what you get for being such a good hider!" Alfie laughed again and managed to squirm out of your grasp before running over to the counting spot.
"Ok, it's your turn to hide!" he commanded, hiding his face and starting to count. Grinning, you hurried over to a nearby tree and sat down behind it. Alfie soon got to fifty and started making his way around the area. You held your breath as he started getting closer to your tree. But all of a sudden, you couldn't hear him. So, taking a risk, you peered around the tree, only to be tackled from behind.
You laughed and rolled over, setting Alfie on your stomach. He giggled and grabbed your hands, waving them around.
"I found you!" he cheered, bouncing lightly up and down.
"You must be cheating, Alfie," you said, letting a fake frown show on your face. Alfie gasped and put his hands on his cheeks in disbelief.
"But the hero never cheats!" he cried, worrying that you wouldn't think he was heroic anymore. You stared at him for a moment before letting your frown turn back into a smile.
"You must just be the hide-and-seek champion then," you said, making him smile.
"Hahaha! (Name) you're the best! I love you!" You gently pushed him to lie down and ran a hand over his head.
"I love you too, Alfie."
"You'd always come find me no matter where I was hiding, right?" Alfie asked, clenching a fist in your shirt. You leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
"Of course I would. I will always come find you, no matter what."