Afraid of the Dark: GerIta
"GERMANY! HELP ME!"
Germany slammed open the door to Italy's room, almost breaking it off of its hinges. He flicked on the lights and yelled, "What is it? Is it Britain? The dirty bastard..." Germany looked around the room, seeing nothing, not even Italy. "Italy? Where are you?"
"R-right here..." said a quivering voice, from under the covers. Germany lifted the covers to reveal a small ball of Italy, curled into the fetal position. He was wearing clothes (thank god), but he seemed so miserable, Germany felt sorry for the nation. "Italy?" Italy lifted his head. "Oh, G-Germany!" "Why did you call for me?" "U-uh... I thought there was a monster in the closet, but it's gone now, yep! No monsters here, so I guess you can go now." "Oh, ok. Are you sure?" "Si! I'll be fine!" Germany left the room, but as soon as he flicked the lights off, Italy screeched and dove back under the covers. "DON'T TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!" Germany slowly walked back into the room and lifted up the covers, leaving the lights off.
"Italy, are you scared of the dark?"
"V-ve..."
Germany sighed. He knew there was only one thing that would appease the small nation. He slowly climbed into the small nation's bed. "Germany, what are you doing?" "What does it look like?" He pulled the small nation close to him. "Is this better?" "S-si..." Germany laid his head back on the pillow and listened to the cute little verbal tic the Italian made when he snored. Somehow, this wasn't so bad. He could get used to this. Wait, what was he saying? This was disgusting! And yet, Germany found himself dreading the day the when little Italian would grow out of his fear of the dark.