First Hetalia fanfic, enjoy! A short oneshot.
Summary: Germany wakes from a nightmare.
Pairings: PrussiaXGermany (Germancest).
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, Germany and Prussia would be dating by now.
He tossed about in his sleep, breaking into a cold sweat. Germany hadn't been sleeping well for the last few days, and Prussia was getting more and more worried. Was he ill? Was it stress? Prussia didn't know, but his brother's health had been something on his mind for about 5 days now. The blonde woke from the nightmare, screaming. Immediately sitting up, he wiped the sweat off his brow and the tears from his eyes. Ruffling his hair, he got up from the bed and crept to Prussia's room. He felt like a child, it was embarassing.
"Bruder," He called softly. No response. Germany tapped on his door.
"Bruder, are you awake?" He opened the door and stared at his older brother, who was cocooned in a quilt big enough for 4. The floorboards beneath him creaked as he walked to the side of Prussia's bed.
"What is it, West?"
"I had a nightmare." He confessed, jerking his head in a different direction to hide the deep red blush that had formed on his cheeks.
"Can I sleep with you?"
"...Fine."
Germany slid into Prussia's bed and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Gute nacht, bruder," He mumbled, face buried into Prussia's side.
"..Gute nacht."
There we have it, I know it's the tiniest thing ever but I think it's sweet.