008 Innocence"Hey, Engwand?" The little chubby cheeked boy asked curiously; his brilliant blue eyes shining with their ever present gleams of excitement.More Like This
England looked down at the little boy his flowing white gown, the red ribbon tied around his neck with the utmost care, and smiled softly. "Yes my dear lad, what is it?" He inquired, giving the little boy's tousled locks of dark blonde hair a small pat.
"What's my name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in the most adorable way almost as if he were a puppy for sale in the shop.
England smiled once more, "Silly, you know your name. You're America."
America puffed his rosy red cheeks out and pursed his tiny, plump lips out, shaking his sweet rounded head back and forth. "No, I don't mean that one." He proclaimed hugging the stuffed bunny in his arms with his chubby hands with the little sausage fingers.
England was confused. What other name did the boy mean other than his country name? It was all England ever called him by and he was positive