disclaimer: i don't own hetalia, but the story i do own.
No matter how many times he hit the glass, the glass just. won't. break.
He looked at the pale figure he wanted so badly to reach to, the wounds on the young
boy body were deep and he was scared that he was dead.
"WAKE UP!" he screamed desperately, hitting the glass once more.
No answer.
Tears formed in his eyes, he screamed at him for god knows how many hours, but
nothing changed in the boys' position.
Maybe he really is dead …
NO! NO! He can't die! the tears dropped at the bloody floor underneath him.
The body flinched, but he didn't notice, he cried and begged him to wake up,
whispering his love for him.
The body flinched again, but this time, the boys' eyes slowly opened, blank amber
eyes looked at the broken blurred figure at the other side…
"Lud…wig?"
"Germany? GERMANY!"
The german flew out of his bed, ready to kill anybody who hurts his friends, only to get thrown back by a laughing Italian boy.
"Ve~ Germany, it's just me, your little friend," Italy hugged Germany, beaming. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
"Wh- who's a sleepyhead?" Germany blushed as he peeled the Italian from him. He looked at the clock, a second after a scream heard across the house, making the Prussian fall from the sofa.
"What the-? WEST!" Prussia screamed back, looking at the staircase, and seeing the german running down like crazy, with a case, screaming goodbyes as he fled the house.
Confused, Prussia squinted to the Italian laughing at the door. "What the fuck did you make west do to make him late?" Italy flinched.
"It's not my fault, p-please d-don't hurt me," Prussia giggled. "Kesesesese… west must had a blast, so un-awesome." Italy tilted his head in confuse, but secretly relieved.
Italy hopped back to his room, cheerfully. But in his room, his usual carefree appearance dropped, revealing worried and pale face from the dream he had, and what it seems, that Germany also had, noting his tears and small begging.
Italy didn't know what the meaning of the dream was.
but he had a bad feeling that this dream is no joke.
Germany looked down at his papers, trying to concentrate, but soon fails and looked outside the window.
What was this dream? It felt so real. He remembered the poor state Italy was in that dream and wanted to scream in agony.
"Mr. Germany? Are you okay?" Germany blinked at the site of his comrade.
The Japanese man sat in front of him, a wrinkle in his forehead. "You seemed confused and worried, can I help you?" he put a glass of water on the table.
"Danke, Japan," He drank the water. "I have a bad feeling something really bad is going to happen, and this nightmare is not helping me feel better."
Japan nodded, "Italy told me the same thing after you left." Germany flinched, did Italy have seen the same nightmare too? This is really bad…
"I think that two people seeing the same dream is a bad sign," Japan continued, confirming Germany worries. "Especially if it's a nightmare."
"I'm sorry, Japan…"
"You have a fever," Japan smiled faintly, worry in his face. "So take the day off."
Germany exited the door, "danke."
Please make Italy safe, Germany prayed, driving as fast as he could home.
Please make all of this just a bad feeling…
hey everyone, this is the end of the first chapter, YAY!
sorry for the cliffhanger, i'll submit next week the next chapter, so look forward to this.
good day and good week
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