(I've realized that I write a lot of drabbles, and I feel like I'm spamming by giving each drabble its own story, so I've decided to take a leaf out of the book of many fellow writers, and dedicate this one entry to drabbles. The first one stars England and colonial!America. Tomorrow I'll upload an America and Canada one and we'll see where it goes from there.

I do not own Hetalia. It is not mine. This disclaimer applies to all of the drabbles that will be posted)

"It's time for bed, America," England said, shooing the young colony into his room.

"But I'm not tired," America whined, reluctantly getting into bed. "Can you tell me a story?"

"No."

"Pwease?"

England sighed. Those puppy dog eyes should be forbidden in the house. "Fine. Once upon a time," he deadpanned.

"England! Be serious!"

"I am being serious, America," the older Nation said, holding back a smile.

"Ugh. You know what I mean."

"If you say so," England lost the fight with the smile. "Once upon a time," he started again, this time in a gentle tone that was more acceptable to America. "There was a princess. She was loved by all except for this one French frog of a witch. She cursed the princess, and only a true hero could save her…"

For the next hour, England regaled America with tales upon tales of a daring hero, his damsel in distress, and the many adventures the duo went on. Finally, to England's relief, the colony's eyes started falling close, and England saw fit to end his tale. "And they lived happily ever after. Good night, America," he said quietly, leaning over to give America a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Hey, England," America said drowsily. "I know what I want to be when I grow up."

England paused in lifting the covers over America. "Oh? And what do you want to be?"

"A hero. So I can save damsels in distress and protect people…especially you...." His voice trailed off as he entered the land of dreams.

England, feeling oddly touched, tucked America in, and gently brushed hair out of the boy's face. "Heroes start young," he said softly, almost sadly, before leaving the room. "Sweet dreams."