Y/N sniffled as they walked down the dark hallway. After a minute they stopped at America's door. Y/N didn't want to bother him, but they were upset and needed comfort. Comfort from basically anyone, even the American that could irritate Y/N at times.
Y/N opened the door and quietly walked to the bed. Y/N jumped as America turned to face them and shrieked a little. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Y/N's faced burned with embarrassment. "I had a nightmare, America."
America pat the bed, and pulled the covers up enough for Y/N to lay next to him. "Come here, the hero will protect you."
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