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       You were sat next to America on the couch of your father England's home in London. America had come to visit England after the World Meeting that was held earlier today, but instead of catching up with England, America had been playing with you outside on the unusually sunny day. Both of you were tired from running around, and were now watching a Doctor Who marathon on the TV.

"Haha! That alien dude looks nothing like Tony!"

England sighed from his position on the love seat adjacent to the couch. "Well, America, that's because they aren't Tony. They are the Silence."

You were currently watching the episode 'The Impossible Astronaut', because it took place in America and featured President Nixon. When America found this out, he was ecstatic, demanding that he see the episode immediately. The aliens were just an extra bonus.

You giggled. "They could look like Toni if he was taller!"

America laughed and ruffled your hair. "Now I see it! You're so right, little dude!"

England looked at America condescendingly. "Now, don't go infecting my daughter's brain with all of those stupid American idiosyncrasies!"

"Dude, I'm totally not doing that!"

England stared at America with a perfect poker face. America stared back, attempting a poker face, but failing miserably. A hint of a smile was showing through. You were silent, shifting your eyes to each of them repeatedly for a few minutes. Suddenly, you burst into laughter, startling both America and England. America joined in with you, while England just smiled and rolled his eyes, happy to see you smiling.

The episode of Doctor Who ended soon after that, signaling that it was nine o'clock. England frowned. "It's time for bed, (f/n)."

You and America both looked up with sad expressions on your faces.


"Totally uncool, dude!"

England pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Uncle America can visit again another time. But right now, you need to go to sleep."

You pouted and turned to America, puppy dog face alighting on your features. "Will you come again soon?"

America grinned and nodded. "Of course, dudette!"

You smiled joyfully. "Yay! Goodnight, Uncle Alfred!"

"Goodnight, little dude."

England stood up and stepped over to you. You quietly placed your little hand in England's big one and started to walk upstairs to your room. You were already in your pajamas, so you just crawled into bed and let England tuck you in. He turned to leave, but you quickly called out, "Wait!"

England turned back to you questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not tired. Uncle America said that you used to sing him lullabies when he was little! Could you sing for me?"

England nodded wordlessly and sat down on the side of your bed. He frowned, trying to think of a song. Finding one that he thought that you might like, he cleared his throat and began.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam or needle work?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Now you have ask'd me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
I hope you'll answer as many for me,
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea sand?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you plow it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one pepper corn?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And bind it up with a peacock's feather,
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

When you have done and finish'd your work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Then come to me for your cambric shirt,
And you shall be a true lover of mine."

You smiled. "You sing really well, papa."

England looked over at you, smiling slightly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."

"'Night, papa."
Here's the England version of 'Lullabies' for :iconannamayzee:! Hope you like it!

No translations for this one!

Hetalia is not mine.
Neither are England, America, or Doctor Who.
I don't own you.
But I DO own the story.
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MattSmithDoctor Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Even though my fan doctor is matt smith I think my fav episode is the unicorn and the wasp! ^^
GOOD EPISODE. My Doctor is Tennant.
i loved it when you used my fave doctor who episode Tackling hug 
and loved the story too Cute Emoticon Blushing 
you are very welcome Too Much Hugging 
Pucca2000 Dec 1, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
I love Scarborough Fair!! Wonderful story, btw!!!
Pucca2000 Dec 3, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
You're welcome. 
DarknessOnMyEyes Nov 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh my God, I love this lullaby. It's so beautiful ;A;
I know, right? I knew I had to use it in this story once I heard it.
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