Hello, I know most of the people who normally read my fanfics will go all crazy and be like, "When are you going to finish Laura Cartman?" Well, due to writers block for that story, I've decided to write a one shot involving Italy and Germany! YEEEYYYY! I'm a Hetalia fan girl now. Ehh, I'll stop talking.

NOTE: BoyxBoy some yaoi, but not to the point of this thing becoming rated M.

Germany's P.O.V.

What the hell was I doing? (Great first line, right? Okay I'll shut up now.)

I always complained about Italy sleeping with me, but last night he gave me a choice. It was about 1:00 a.m. when he walked into my room teary eyed and upset. He told me he had a bad dream. I had asked him what the dream was about and he said he dreamt that the whole world ran out of pasta. He then asked if he could sleep with me. I should have said, "What a stupid nightmare, now leave my room!" But I couldn't. His eyes were opened and they almost begged me. I'm Germany! God Dammit! I shouldn't sympathize with Italy, but for whatever reason, I kept him safe. Every fucking time Italy got captured, I saved him. Nobody would take my best friend away.

But, looking back on that question now, I wish I would've said no. Italy normally never made much noise while he was sleeping, but tonight, he was making a fuss. He was whimpering and he put his arms around me and was practically squeezing me to death. Not to mention his fingers digging into my back. Bad night to go to bed without an undershirt on, not like it would've helped much.

I tried to shake him awake, but he wouldn't wake up. Turning to desperate measures I silently said 'sorry' then slapped Italy. Still nothing, I was just about ready to give up when I spied his hair curl… I knew what happened when someone tugged on his curl, but was it really worse than slapping him? I finally grasped his curl in my hand, a light tug would do it, but I wanted to make sure he'd wake up so with all my strength I pulled.

"AAAHHHHHH! GERMANY!"

I stared at the now awake Italy and thought, "Maybe a light tug would have done it."

Italy was sweating and once again was tearing up.

"Germany, why did you pull it? You know it's sensitive."

"Well, you wouldn't wake up. And I slapped you for christsake!"

Italy opened his eyes, "Yeah but now…" He looked down.

"Uhhh. Let's just try to ignore that, ja?" I said, "Anyways, what were you dreaming about?"

Italy closed his eyes again, "Well, it's kind of… umm hard to talk about."

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, which was now down out of it's usual slicked back style.

"It wasn't the pasta one again was it?"

"No," Italy said in a serious voice, one that didn't suite him well.

"Well, then what was it about?" I said trying to keep the conversation going.

"You." Italy said bluntly.

"ME!?"

"Ve~"

My eyes widened as he said you. What on earth dose he mean 'You'?

Italy opened his mouth, but then shut it, once again he opened his mouth and started speaking, "I dreamt… That you died and left me."

"Uh" My mind went blank, and I blushed, after a moment of thinking I choked out a few words, "Italy, I'll never leave you."

"Germany…"

I looked down at the smaller nation that was clinging to my body and looking back up at me with now drying tears in the corner of his eyes.

"G-Germany, T-there's something I need to t-tell you."

"What?"

"I love you!" Italy wrapped his arms around my neck and brought his lips up to meet mine.

My reasonable thoughts stopped, or maybe they were working full speed, as I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

Italy pulled away. His eyes full of regret and fear of what I would say.

Noticing the guilt coming from Italy, I started to speak, "Well, I kissed you back didn't I?"

"V-Ve"

I spoke, "I will protect you."

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear."

Italy hugged me, I hugged back and whispered in his ear,

"Ich liebe dich."