Posts by Mistypaw2000

ooc; okay c: i hate it when that happens to me xD

ic; America glanced at the clock too, seeing how late it was. "Oh... maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad." He didn't move from the couch though. "Just don't leave me." Alfred curled up, head resting on his wrist. He wanted England to be by his side in case something bad happened to the real country overnight. It had happened once and America felt like his whole arm was on fire. Actually, someone had died in a fire somewhere around 1:00 a.m. He looked back at Arthur worriedly, "Please....?"

Alfred was almost asleep but he felt that Arthur stopped stroking his head and the younger nation sat up, vision a little blurry. "Arthur, what's wrong?" America rubbed his sapphire eyes to get his vision back so he could see more clearly. "What happened? What's going on?" He asked, voice alert and frightened like a little kid's.

Alfred still looked worried but he didn't say anything, just in case. "Tell me when something's wrong...okay?" He lay back down, soon drifting off to a stressful sleep. In just a few minutes, Alfred was already changing positions in his sleep. In the next minute, he was leaning against England, head on Arthur's shoulder. Alfred didn't do it on purpose, he just tossed and turned a lot whenever he was worried.

America was silent for a moment and a peaceful silence hung over the two. Alfred was cuddled beside England as if Arthur was a pillow. Then Alfred started to mutter things about destruction and his face changed into an expression of fear and worry. He did have nightmares constantly but he always faced them alond.

America whimpered softly before waking up with a start. His breaths came in short gasps and he was sweating. It took him a while to realize it was a dream and he cuddled against Arthur, sniffling a little. He was relieved to remember it was just a dream but the nightmares became too much to handle.

America looked up at him and nodded, not wanting to think about it. He felt comforted by England and his breathing came easier. The young blonde drifted off to sleep slowly but peacefully.

ooc; sorry for the short post, I have to go to bed. For the roleplay, timeskip to morning?

The sun rose up after a couple of hours, shining through the windows. Alfred was waking up, opening his sapphire eyes. He glanced around the room then his eyes settled on England and a slow blush crept to his cheeks. Not wanting to wake the older nation (or move from this spot), America sat still.

ooc; can I be Prussia? I know what this is based off of (Ao Oni). I watched Pewdiepie's walkthroughs of it c: i also watched Hetaoni too

ooc; I usually bump if people don't reply in two days but okay :3

ic; America smiled but then he saw how England looked as if he was in pain. Unsure of what to do, Alfred poked him gently on the head and whispered softly, "Hey England... you alright?" Alfred didn't know if he could possibly stop these pains or not but he sure will try. Alfred hated wars as much as the next person but he had to admit, he seemed a little more in a panic if Arthur was in one than when others where in a war.

Coldpaw listened intently to the conversation. "Yeah, Thunderclanners are kittypets." She agreed, unafraid to put her opinion in.

Yay, I love my stalkers xD

I just finished watching the last part of Hetaoni! nuuuu Prussia, I wuv you

Coldpaw giggled, sniffing the borders to see if they were still fresh. She loved to take part in making fun of the cats of the other clans.

Alfred grinned happily, "Good morning, Arthur." He ruffled Arthur's blonde hair playfully. He noticed that England looked tired so he asked worridly, "Did I keep you up all night?" He truly felt guilty and he didn't mean to keep England up. It was just those nightmares that scared the Hell out of him and he felt like he needed someone.

Alfred seemed wide awake but he still looked like he has been through a lot and sadly, it wasn't over for either of them. America stood up, stretching and raising his arms above his head. His hair was a mess but his sapphire eyes looked bright for once. "So... what do you want for breakfast?" Alfred asked, ready to make anything Arthur wanted. Alfred was starting to loose his appetite slowly but he couldn't tell what was going on in his country that was making him skip a couple of meals. Shrugging the thought away, Alfred waited for England's choice.

"But I'm not hungry. I'm losing my appetite for anything!" Alfred admitted, thinking he could trust Arthur. "I don't know what's wrong. I just can't eat." Alfred hugged his knees to his body worriedly. He hoped nothing was wrong with him because that could affect the actual country.

Hawk, or Hawk that steals kits, was taking a small stroll around the territory until she spotted the tom. Her piercing yellow opticals narrowed and she started to pad towards him. "Hey you! What the Hell are you doing on tribe territory?" She growled, halting a few fox-lengths away from him.

ooc; sorry I was gone, I had to go to a Bat Mitzvah

ic; America took one deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He suppressed a shudder and looked up at England sadly, "Then... what do I do? I don't feel like a hero anymore." Alfred had to accept the fact that he wasn't the hero he thought he was. But that had crushed his pride down to bits.

America smiled weakly, happy to know that at least one person thought he was a hero. And that person was England... he hardly ever found anything right in America and now he was telling Alfred that he was a hero. "Thanks Arthur.... you're such a big help. I don't know what I'd do without you." He said gratefully, happy to have Arthur by his side.

America laughed and said in a joking way,"Who are you calling unintelligent? I'm one of the smartest people alive." He gently punched England's shoulder, just to be a tease. The young blonde seemed like he gained some energy and his bright smile was back but it wouldn't last long.

America looked proud of himself. "I always win." He boasted, sapphire eyes shining. Alfred grinned like a little kid, not bothering to straighten up his messy hair and clothes. Well, Alfred was irresponsible like that so he had an excuse.

ooc; Low muse, sorry