APH-Man on the Moon PART THREE

"This is your bed," America informed the silver man, smoothing out the blue covers a bit.

Moon, as usual, looked confused.

After the meeting, the countries dispersed rather quickly, talking amongst each other as they left.  Moon seemed to perk up a bit more as they left, taking his time to explore America's large house.  America had watched him touch pretty much every single thing in the house with a humorous smile.

"He's just like a kid…" He muttered.

"C'mon, Moon, time for bed," America repeated again now, patting the bed.

Moon tilted his head, staring at America with curiosity.  The young country sighed, yet he remained smiling.

"Like this!  See, Moon!" He said, getting on top of the bed and under the covers, closing his eyes and pretending to snore.

"Quaaadaaaaay?" Moon hummed, nodding.  Slowly, he got on top of the bed, too.

"Yeah!  It's for sleeping," America explained, getting out of the covers, smoothing out his jacket.  "I'll be in the room over from this one, ok?" He said, pointing to the left.

Moon had already made himself comfortable in the bed, shutting his eyes.

"Alright, um…goodnight then," America waved, turning, then exited the room.

The young country really didn't realize how tired he was before he got into his own bed, quickly dozing off…
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America awoke with a start as something heavy landed on his chest.

"Nnnnn?" He mumbled, stretching groggily.  "Whaaa—"

America blinked as a loud BOOOOM! practically shook the whole house.

Thunderstorm?  Damn, I'm a heavy sleeper…

"Oh…hey, Moon," America yawned, addressing the man on his torso.  "I…um, what?"

The satellite was covering his ears, wincing.  His eyes were huge in terror.

"Ooooh…you don't like the thunder.  I get it…" America suddenly tilted his head, hearing something strange.  It was…the rain?  But…the rain was acting strangely.  It was…hitting rhythemically, it seemed.  1, 2—SPLASH!  1,2—SPLASH!  Just like…waves at the beach, the young country reasoned.

"Weird…" He muttered with another yawn.  "Um, Moon?  It's ok, seriously, just go back to—"

BOOOOOM!

Moon jumped, wincing again, looking at America pleadingly.

"Eeeeeoooooh…" He mumbled, grabbing the country's arm and giving it a fearful squeeze.

"I SWEAR, Moon, you're fine.  The thunder CAN'T hurt you.  And why am I saying this?  You can't understand me, of course…" The nation chuckled, slightly annoyed.  "Ok, ok, fine…" He peeled back the covers to his bed, patting beside him.  "I GUESS you can sleep with—NO, BESIDE me."

"Eeeeerwaaaa!" Moon exclaimed joyfully, getting next to the nation and under the covers.

"You're weird, you know that?" America sighed, turning to his side.

The thunder echoed again, and the young nation suddenly felt arms around his stomach area.

"You've GOT to be kidding me, Moon.  It's just a damn storm," He laughed, turning and beating the nation lightly on the head with his pillow.

Moon scooted back, as if he had done something wrong.  As America looked at him closer, it looked as if he had been crying.

"Thunder scares you THAT much…?" The country mused.  "Ok, FINE.  You can hug me.  But just a little."  America quickly turned to his side again, and felt Moon's arms around his torso again.  The satellite scooted a little closer to the nation as the next thunder clap echoed.

"A-A-Ameeeeriiiiiiiiiiica…"

America blinked in surprise as he heard his name being called.  He turned, seeing Moon with his eyes closed, drifting into sleep.

"No way…my name was your first word…"