[ Fanfic] Kink Meme Deanon: A Safe Place to Sleep (4/6)

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Title: Lullaby for a Firecracker
Genre: Fluff, concentrated fluff
Pairings: Hong Kong/England
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Summary: By singing a lullaby Hong Kong remembers the feeling of England's arms.
Disclaimer: The song in this ficlet is called "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" by Vienna Teng


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England had always allowed him to creep into his bed at night when he was young and easily afraid. Or when he had horrible dreams about monsters eating him. Or when he was haunted by bitter-sweet nightmares about China's house.

Arthur had never pressed him to spill his guts when that had happened and Kaoru was very thankful for that. He wouldn't have known what to answer.

Nowadays he missed it. To be able to crawl into the bed of another person sharing his warmth with them and just basking in the presence of someone else than himself. He may be China's again but the ancient man had changed so much over the years he had been in England's care that he wasn't the same.

Kaoru watched how Vietnam and North Korea flirted with each other always landing in the others bed. He watched how both, South Korea and Japan tried to woo China who couldn't decide between the two of them and always took both to his bed. Kaoru knew about the secret relationship between Taiwan and – surprise,surprise – India who were whispering confessions of love in the moon-smitten night when they thought themselves to be alone. And he knew that he would never enter a relationship too scared to be hurt and desiring the heat of a certain island nation.

And they were all in various degrees very obvious about their love. At England's house he wouldn't have to be the third wheel everywhere since England was always there to turn to. If Kaoru asked to climb into bed with him he would lift up his covers, smirk reassuringly and invite him in.

If Hong Kong was scared he would hug him and swear to protect him and swear the he always would be on his side.

If Hong Kong was in need of emotional comfort, he would reassure him over and over again and murmur sweet nothings in his ear.

If Hong Kong was unable to sleep he would always sing him a lullaby and cradle him in those gentle and strong arms.

Unconsciously Kaoru started to sing his favorite lullaby, the one England had sung to him in nights of storm and lightning and thunder.

Little child, be not afraid
Though rain pounds harshly against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight

His lids fluttered over his golden irises and he imagined himself to be back in time. In a time where it was not his voice echoing in the room but a soothing, British-accented one.

Little child, be not afraid
The thunder explodes and lightning flash
Illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight

A smile graced Kaoru's lips as he remembered how he had always pouted at Arthur for mentioning his tear-stained face.

 

And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see
In the morning

He had always been awed at his belief of how the rain in England would pour down on himself, Hong Kong. They are connected, he had always chirped excited at England's forgiving face. He just didn't know back then that his face was forgiving.

Little child, be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And it's candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight

Little child, be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And their branches to hands, they're not real, understand
And I am here tonight

England always was there when fear overwhelmed him and tried to calm him down with his pretty words and pretty voice.

And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see
In the morning

For you know, once even I was a
Little child, and I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
And to give a kiss goodnight

He didn't believe that England who was strong and tall and on top of the world had once been like him and a trembling child. He didn't notice the lie in those words.

Well now I am grown
And these years have shown
That rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's late
So I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close

Rain was a part of England's life he knew. It always rained in England.

And I hope that you'll know...
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see
In the morning

Everything's fine in the morning
The rain'll be gone in the morning
But I'll still be here in the morning

Another lie he had uttered. The rain wasn't gone in the morning but it was gentler as if to apologize for frightening him.

And – despite all, despite everything Arthur did to make his life miserable, despite being back with his original family – he missed Arthur's gentle arms and gentle embrace. He missed to fall asleep besides the one who had captured his heart.

 

Comments

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The relationship between Hong Kong and England is definetely one of my favourites. I also always imagine HK to miss his life with England and that he'd like to go back.
I really love this story and the way you describe England. It's just so sweet and fits my head canon very well.^^