Okay, this isn't my first fanfic, just my first Hetalia one. Hope you like it.
Summary: Alfred had nightmares before, just none like this.
Notes: USUK Oneshot. Human names used.
Alfred had nightmares before.
Just none like this.
Normally, when he had nightmares, they were the typical ones. The kind where you were running from something, or you were dreaming you were falling. Normal ones like that.
When Alfred had the usual nightmares, he would wake up startled, then, once he realized it was only a dream, he would fall back to sleep.
Occasionally he had particularly frightening ones, usually after he spent all night marathoning horror movies. He would wake up shaking, and would crawl into Arthur's arms, terrified that some ghost or ghoul would attack him in the night.
This one though, this one was different from all the others.
Arthur had never seen Alfred so utterly petrified.
I was a typical night and Arthur was in Alfred's bed. Neither of them had seen any horror films, or read any haunting stories. This nightmare was unexpected to the both of them.
Arthur was awoken by the bed suddenly rocking. Annoyed by the late night disturbance, he blinked his eyes open.
The only sound was the sheets shifting, and a rough shallow breathing from Alfred. Arthur sat up, concerned for his boyfriend.
"Alfred...?"
There was no answer. Alfred was still asleep, twisting and turning, sweat dripped down his face, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were clamped shut tight.
He was breathing through gritted teeth. His breaths were short and raspy, as if his lungs didn't work.
Arthur realized quickly that he was having a nightmare. He drew his hand cautiously towards his lover's anguished face, wondering if he should wake him or not.
Before he could decide, however, Alfred shot straight up, eyes wide and terrified. He gasped, and took a deep breath, swallowing air as if he was coming up from water.
Alfred put his head in his hands, taking quick breaths. He was visibly shaking, and his hands gripped his hair tightly.
"Alfred?" Arthur's eyes widened, completely awake.
That's when Alfred started to cry. His body was racked with violent sobs. He was rigid and tense, his shoulders shook as tears streaked down his face.
Arthur pulled him into an embrace and held him. Alfred's arms immediately encircled him, and he cried into his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay," Arthur ran his hand through Alfred's hair. "I'm here, it's okay," He spoke in a soft soothing whisper.
Alfred clung tighter to Arthur. He was gasping in between sobs and shivering in his arms.
Arthur sat there for a while, holding Alfred and stroking his hair, whispering relaxing words into his lover's ear.
Soon the sobs quieted to small cries, then to silent tears. But never did Alfred release Arthur from the tight embrace.
Eventually Alfred had calmed down, and he looked up into Arthurs eyes. His face was streaked with dried tears and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I love you, Arthur," he whispered. His eyes were wide with fear, like a caged animal.
"I love you too, Alfred." Arthur placed a delicate kiss on his forehead.
Alfred fell asleep in Arthurs arms, his head resting on his chest. Arthur's arms were wrapped protectively around him, and he continued to stroke his hair until he was sound asleep.
God, I love those two. I imagine Arthur's voice is very soothing, him being British and all.
Hope you liked it. Reviews are appreciated.
LaineQ~