"BUT MUUUUUUM!"

Mother England™️

Sealand groggily walked towards England's room, he was chosen to wake the mother up since he lost in rock paper scissors to Wy, ALL THREE TIMES.

"England?" Sealand said, rubbing his eyes

"What is it Peter, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"We should be, but we can't and the council of me and Wy have decided that you read us a bedtime story."

"Aren't you a little old for bedtime stories?" England said, raising an eyebrow.

"Your house is creepy and scary jerk bastard!"

"Fine, fine, what book do you want to read?"

"Could you read us....Peter Pan?

"Sure, let me go get it, while you go back to your room."

"Come ooon," Sealand said as he dragged England to his room, who just had enough time to grab the book before being dragged around again until they finally reached their destination.

England told the two little gremlins to get into bed before sitting down in an old, creaky rocking chair that still smelt of him and he started to read, watching in amusement as the two micronations listened with rapt attention until one sea fort had drifted off and the other was not far behind.

This obviously took its time but many other nations were listening, New Zealand slept next door and could hear England reading one of his (and aussies) all time favourite books, so he naturally woke the Aussie from his half awake-half asleep state to listen.

He saw his older brother drifting off and slowly but surely he fell asleep as well, snuggled into the warm blankets of England house. (And his brother who was basically a human radiator since there was only one bed, a big one tho.)

Once England was fully sure the two were asleep he got put of the chair, grimacing at the loud squeal of protest it had made and decided to pad around to see if everyone was asleep.

He first went to the room shared by New Zealand and Australia and found the ram-haired nation curled under the blankets and his brother curled up around him. Australia always entered big brother mode when he was asleep.

As he padded on forward he could see that Hong Kong had read himself to sleep as well due to the copy of "The adventures of Winnie the Pooh by A.A Milne" on his chest. The brit chuckled softly at the book the teen had read, he remembered how much Hong kong liked those books when they came out so they had become a permanent fixture in his room.

He continued his epic odyssey through his house and stopped in front of the room that the North American brothers were sharing, he entered and saw Canada curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed and America spread egaling on the rest of the bed space. He smiled and left the room quietly.

He saw that the lights in Indias room were still on but he could hear snoring so he slowly walked in and found the Indian buried under his blanket, shielding himself from the light. England quietly walked off and turned off the light as he left and shivered, he didn't know what had caused the shivers, but he suspected that the spirits were restless. With so many people being in the house, they had all right to be.

He was about to continue his journey through the house when he was interrupted by the door being attempted to be knocked down once more.

A/n i wrote this while jacked up on cold meds because yay weather that always gives me a cold. Meaning it makes less sense than usual