Nyctophobia (England x Reader)A/N: I've been getting so many awesome comments lately! It means a lot, so thanks so much, everyone, and enjoy reading!More Like This
Oh boy, she thought. Halloween parties.
She walked slowly, nervously, wasting time and kicking up already-fallen leaves in shades of red and gold and brown. No one turned down an invitation to anything when it was from the countries. Many were curious, and the ones who had seen enough to quit being curious had turned into their friends, anyway. She belonged in the latter group, among the few people endeared to their ragtag and multicultural crew, and they endeared to her.
So she wouldn't ever dream of turning down an invitation to a party with the countries.
But why, oh why did it have to be a Halloween party? The light was already dimming when she reached the big, comfy-looking house (America's, of course - did anyone else ever really host a party?). Sunset was turning the already spark-colored trees to fire with its