A\N: This is my first Hetalia story, I own nothing.
I use the human names of the countries if you are unfamiliar with them here are the ones that I use:
Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany
Feliciano Vargas = Italy
Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia
Francis Bonnefoy = France
Lovino Vargas = Romano
Alfred F. Jones = America
Ludwig looked down at the large double bed, he didn't know why he had it. Not many people he knew had such large beds. The Vargas brothers he knew both had double beds so that when the other visited they could share (which wasn't always the best idea). The only other people whom he knew that owned larger beds where Francis and Alfred. Francis had a queen sized bed (because as everyone knows he is the queen). And Alfred, who claimed that as a hero he needed an extra big bed, had a king sized bed (And everyone knows that everything in America is about two sizes to big).
But Ludwig knew that he didn't need a double bed. He only ever slept on one side. He had often thought of switching beds before, but he had always held onto it like some sort of memory. And of course it was connected to a memory, a very old memory. A memory that Ludwig loved, back when everything was good and he didn't have a terrible boss. Back when he was little.
Staring at the bed now the memory came back again filling his mind and pulling him back into the past.
The door creaked open gently. Ludwig stuck his head in and looked across at the double bed and to where his brother was sound asleep. Gilbert was stretched out on his back with his arms thrown out wide across the bed. He was snoring lightly, but as Ludwig made his way gently into the room Gilbert's snoring stopped for a moment as he rolled onto his side in his sleep. As he settled into this new position that snoring resumed louder than before.
Ludwig had had a nightmare again tonight, but he always felt safer when he was with his brother. And so tonight, like many nights before, he slipped into his brother's large bed. He curled up on the very edge, so as to give his brothers strange sleeping positions room, and settled in to sleep.
"Ich liebe dich," Ludwig whispered. He only ever said this to his brother when he was sleeping because he knew that although Gilbert knew that he loved him he didn't respond well when it was voiced to him (Mostly his reactions just consisted of him yelling about how awesome he was and that no one could help but love him. And Ludwig just didn't want to deal with any of that). And so tonight when he thought that his big brother was asleep he said the words that he wouldn't ever have said if thought Gilbert was awake. However, Ludwig was so tired that he fell asleep in a matter of moments and missed what his brother had to say back to him.
Gilbert had woken up when he had heard his bedroom door open. He knew that his brother never liked to wake him up after he had had a nightmare and so he respected his manliness and pretended to be asleep when Ludwig came in. However, he heard the words that Ludwig would rather he had not, and the smile that spread across his face was the biggest he had ever had. He loved his little brother more than anyone else (And perhaps he wouldn't admit it, but sometimes he thought that he loved his brother more than himself).
"Ich liebe dich auch, kleiner Bruder," He whispered back, but Ludwig never heard him.
A\N: Translation of what Gilbert says to Ludwig is: "I love you too, little brother." In case you were wondering
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