I ACCIDENTALLY FELL INTO HETALIA AGAIN.
Inspired by the drama cds of the voice actors counting sheep for you. They're on youtube, just search for "Good Night with (insert country here)". Only some have been translated so I can only write those which have been translated. Credits to original subber (i think its this spaceinvaderdud dude).
Welcome to the Good Night series with Hetalia characters, where you can be anything you want to be.
A human, a flying yellow cat, the personification of the People's Republic of Guantanamo Bay—your imagination is your limit.
Let us start.
(You can even play the video in the background if you want...although there will be some differences)
Nation 1: GERMANY
I stared at the white ceiling, counting the spots of blemishes in the colour.
"Can't sleep..." I shifted onto my side, tracing the patterns on the blanket cover.
Huh...sleep. Sleep...sleep...shleep...sheep...?
THAT'S RIGHT!
I sat up abruptly, the moment of eureka giving me a rush of adrenaline.
Counting sheep! I need someone to count sheep for me!
"GERMANY! GERMANY! HELP!" I dragged out the 'y', screaming my lungs out.
The door promptly slammed open and the buff figure of the blond man appeared in my doorway holding a whip.
"WHAT?! IS THERE SOMEONE ATTACKING YOU?" His sharp eyes scanned the room for any sign of an intruder, his grip on the whip tightening.
"No—"
"What? Don't tell me it was another cockroach."
"No! It's just that I can't sleep. Can you count sheep for me, please?"
"Sheep? You called me over to count sheep for you? Ridiculous."
I gazed imploringly at Germany.
"Fine. Then let me hear your reason as to why you can't fall asleep!"
"Huh? Why would you want to know that?"
Germany frowned, the whip cracking loudly as he flailed it. "Just hurry up and answer me!" I jumped at the abrupt sound, any notion of wanting to sleep driven out of my body.
"This is a vital and required question! Without a clear and concise reason as to why you became in this state of unrest, you'll always resort to the inefficient solution of relying on other's help when you cannot sleep!"
Germany is...he's so scary...! I blinked at his militaristic tone, suddenly fearing for my life as the Nation continued staring down sternly at me, his deadly whip by his side. "I'm...I'm sorry..." I whispered timidly.
As if realising his mistake, Germany's harsh features softened, and he slid a hand down his chiselled face. "Ah...don't make that face. I am not giving you this advice out of hate for your actions or yourself."
After that moment of tenderness however, he snapped back into Commando mode. "Listen. From this point on, should you fall into this same state of unrest, there is always the chance that I will not be able to help you then. No matter what happens, you must examine the situation calmly, and use your own abilities to solve it. I ask for that reason so I may awaken the potential ability within you! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Very well, you shall have an assignment on how to overcome an obstacle." I sat up with rapt attention, listening to Germany intently.
"Should you find yourself in this exact same state, you must use your own judgement to examine the situation, and create and utilize a solution! That is all!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Germany nodded in satisfaction. Looking at my ramrod straight position, he continued, "Hey now, what are you doing? Hurry and tuck yourself into bed."
I quickly obeyed without a word, pulling the blankets up before I paused and turned to Germany.
"A-are you still going to count sheep for me?"
"I'm not going to leave just yet, so don't worry. I want you to take home a solution pertaining to this subject. I do want you to learn for yourself, but I'll lend you my assistance just this once." Germany pointed an authorative finger at the pillow, "Now, lie down and tuck yourself into bed! When you are prepared, I will begin to count sheep!"
I snuggled down, peeking out from my warm covers.
"Are you prepared?"
I gave a small nod.
"Well, then, COMMENCE OPERATION!" The whip cracked dangerously close to my bed, and my eyes almost popped out at the gush of wind created by the weapon.
"ONE SHEEP! TWO SHEEP! THREE SHEEP! FOUR SHEEP!..." Germany began his drill counting, the whip cracking along to each sheep he counted.
An unhealthy image of innocent fluffy white sheeps being flogged by Germany as they jumped over the fence appeared in my brain. Coupled with that counting, I felt like dropping to the floor and give him ten while at the same time beg for the poor sheeps' lives. My eyes stayed wide open in horror, staring at Germany who seemed to not have noticed my reaction.
"Ten sheep!" CRACK!
I managed a blink.
"Hmm, you still don't look tired. What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?" Germany peered at my frozen form. "If you don't, then get comfortable and close your eyes. Well, I've only counted 10 sheep. You'll fall asleep soon enough though."
Germany raised his whip. "Are you ready? I'm going to resume."
"ELEVEN SHEEP! TWELVE SHEEP!" CRACK!
Oh my god. Someone save me please. I wanted to interrupt Germany but he was too engrossed to notice my shaking hand emerging from under my blanket.
He continued counting to 20 sheep, and I had a weird feeling that he was getting more and more excited with each flick of his wrist and each sheep he counted.
"TWENTY SHEEP!"
Germany looked down upon me and my totally-not-tired face, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm? You don't look exhausted at all. Are you sure you want to go to sleep?"
Of course I want to sleep, you fucking idiot! How can I sleep with that whip flailing around?!
Obviously, I didn't dare say it to the strict Nation's face in fear that he would whip me instead. I know he's a softie inside, but...how can you say it when that deleterious thing is just inches away from you?!
Germany huffed impatiently at my hesitation. "As I've said before, what's wrong? If you have something to say to me, then just say it."
"Well..." I flipped off my blanket, standing up and snatching the whip away from a shocked Germany. "Get in."
"What? Get in where?"
"Get in the bed of course! You doofus!"
"But—I'm supposed to be counting sheep for you!" The German Nation furrowed his brows in confusion.
Although I was considerably shorter than this tall hulk, I gripped a fistful of his collar, pulling him down to my height before screaming into his ear, "GET IN! NOW!"
Germany gaped at me before slowly moving towards the bed.
"HURRY UP! WHAT ARE YOU DAWDLING ABOUT FOR!"
He slipped off his boots before putting his feet up on the bed, all the while staring bewilderedly at me; his body on autopilot, following my orders before his brain could catch up.
"Wait—"
"DO YOU SLEEP ON THE FUCKING BLANKET?! HUH! I DOUBT SO!"
"Wha—"
I flicked the whip with all my might, satisfied when the crack of the whip startled the wide-eyed Germany. Seriously though, this whip was hard to control...
"KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! I DID NOT GIVE YOU ANY ORDERS TO SPEAK!" I reached over, using my brute strength to whip the blanket from under the muscle man, coolly tossing it over his body. Only Germany's blond head was visible as he opened and closed his mouth, still at a loss for words.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES!"
He snapped his eyelids shut.
"ONE SHEEEP!" I aimed the whip as close to the bed as I dared, grinning wildly as the smack of the whip against the floor made Germany's eyes fly open again.
I used my free hand to snatch my phone off the bedside table, snapping a great picture of Germany's appalled expression. Before Germany could protest, the phone was already back on the table.
"TWO SHEEP!" CRACK!
"THREE SHEEP!" CRACK!
"FOUR SHEEP!" CRACK!
I put on the best angered frown I could, spitting all over Germany's face as I yelled, "SLEEP! WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU SLEEPING! CLOSE YOUR GODDAMN EYES!"
"Uh, I'm sure I wasn't as aggressive as you—"
CRACK! "FIVE SHEEP!" Shouting took out a lot of my air and energy, I had to take in deep breaths to replenish my oxygen deprived lungs. My arm was burning with the effort to crack the whip with each sheep I counted.
"SIX—screw it. I'm tired. Take over." I pulled the blanket off Germany who was still trying to make sense of this particular turn of events.
I raised an eyebrow at him once I was back in my cozy cave of blanket and pillows. "That was what I wanted to say."
Germany scratched at his head, looking sheepish. "So it was my counting style that was bothering you. I didn't really mean to act like I was running a drill, but my brother said the same thing too. Understood. I shall—eh?!"
Soft snores filled the room.
"Already asleep?!" Germany exclaimed. He gave a little sigh at my peaceful face. "Looks like you're finally feeling tired. That is good."
Germany smiled softly, tucking my arms under the blanket. "All right, mission complete...I guess? I should go now. Gute Nacht."
That was it. My lovely cute adorable reader-tards, you can comment on which character you want next.
I won't follow it anyways HAHAHAH
Remember to scroll down, bastards :D
-Bonus- Before all the fiasco~
"Ne, Doitsu~" Italy pinched the shirt of the hulking German sleeping beside. "GERMANY!"
"H-huh? What? Wha—why are you in my bed again?!" Germany rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Go home and sleep in your own bed!"
"I can't sleep..." Italy pouted. "Can you count sheep for me? Japan said that it would work."
"Count...sheep?" Germany was cranky from being woken up in the middle of the night, but if he didn't follow Italy's wishes he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anyways. There was no telling how the man-child would pester him. "Okay. Tuck yourself in and get comfortable."
Germany climbed out the bed, grabbing the whip he (for some reason) kept in the cabinet in his bedside table.
"Alright. Close your eyes." Germany ordered, the sleepiness in his voice shifting into a commanding tone.
"Ve~" Italy hadn't seen the whip yet, closing his (already closed?) eyes peacefully, waiting for Germany's baritone voice to lull him to sleep.
"ONE SHEEP!" Germany shouted, cracking his whip against the floor.
Italy's eyes shot open at the sound of leather smacking against the tiles. "G-Germany—"
((((;゚Д゚)))))))
"TWO SHEEP!" CRACK!
Italy: (´;Д;`)
"THREE SHEEP!" CRACK!
Italy could see his life flash before his eyes. "Germany!"
"Yes Italy? Why aren't you closing your eyes! Close them now!"
"Ger—"
"FOUR SHEEP!" CRACK!
Italy: .°(ಗдಗ。)°.
THE END.
Now go get a life.
Jk. I don't have a life too.
