a/n: I swear I'm not dead! I was just traveling to Spain! (I know, I'm so lucky.) Yes, it was awesome. I wrote a dA journal about it if anyone cares—link is in my profile.

Anyway, I wrote this the first night there, when I was feeling very homesick and sad. Hope you like.

Hetalia!

"GERMANYYYYYYYYY!"

Germany's eyes shot open. That was Italy's voice! And he'd sounded frightened! Quickly, he climbed out of bed and opened the door to the hall. He was met by a blur and a sudden armful of Italy.

"Germany! I had a nightmare and I got really scared so I came to sleep with you!" Italy cried, clinging to Germany with all of his might. "So can I, please? It was a really scary nightmare!"

Expecting the content of the dream to be something along the lines of a lack of pasta, Germany led Italy inside his room and sat them both down on the bed. "Tell me about your nightmare, Italy."

Italy sniffed. "Well, I dreamt I woke up, and you weren't there," he began. "And when I looked for you…Britain and France had gotten you, and you were dead! I really don't want that dream to come true, Germany." He buried his face in Germany's nightshirt and started to cry.

"I-Italy…" Germany wrapped his arms more firmly around Italy and held him close, rubbing circles into his back. "It's okay. I'm here, and I'm not going away any time soon. I promise. Shhh."

Slowly, Italy's sobs died away and he relaxed into Germany's arms. He had fallen asleep again.

Germany attempted to pick him up to return him to his own room, but Italy complained and clung more tightly. Sighing, Germany moved them enough to tuck the covers around them and pressed a kiss to Italy's hair. "That sounds like a horrible nightmare," he muttered, hoping that Italy couldn't hear him. "Because…if I were dead, I'd never be able to hold you like this again. I'd never be able to scold you for being late again, even though I'm not really angry. I'd never be able to eat your pasta again. But worst of all…if I were dead, then that would make you cry, and I couldn't bear it. So…Italy…I swear to you, I'll win this war. I won't let Britain and France get me. Because I couldn't bear to die and leave you behind."

"Germany?" Italy mumbled sleepily.

Germany smiled. "It's okay, Italy. Go back to sleep."

"Okay, Germany."

Hetalia!

a/n: It is my headcanon that Germany is a total romantic, although he's kinda incompetent at romance.

Also, this takes place during WWII—that's the war Germany's talking about. So…Germany couldn't keep that promise to win.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't yet rule the world. All I own is a Mochirisu plushie.

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