Flashie666

"Papa?" you called softly, tugging on the fabric of America's pants. He frowned. "What's wrong?" "I-I had a nightmare. I want to stay in here with you." He smiled and nodded quietly. "If that's what you want, my princess." America was currently sitting at his desk, working through a stack of paperwork. He seemed to be getting double his usual amount of paperwork, which wasn't fun for either of you. America knew that you wanted to spend time with him, but he knew that he had to get his work done. You crawled up onto his bed, snuggling under the covers. You tried to fall asleep, but after a few minutes, you huffed in annoyance and shifted