A/N: I own nothing...

I was huddled in a ball underneath my covers, when one side of my bed was pushed down. My heartbeat quickened fear of something monstrous sitting on my bed, such as the boogie-man.

They started to pull my blankets down, but I tightened my grip on the covers in hopes of staying hidden. However, the strength of a five year old can only do so much.

I looked into the emerald green eyes of my father and calmed down a bit.

"Another one?" he asked with a sorrowful look in his eyes.

I nodded in response, still shaken up from my nightmare. I could only remember bits and pieces of the dream, but I was terrified none the lees. he pulled me into his chest and held me tight.

"I'll make it go away soon..." he said as he matted down my messy short blonde hair.

I fell back asleep within a couple minutes.

I woke up in a cold sweat, and was panting hard. I looked around my dark scary room trying to level my breathing rate. My mouth was suddenly dry and I crawled out of my bed and apprehensively walked to the door, trying my best not to make a sound. I walked out and into the hallway, working my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Every time the floor creaked, I held my brown stuffed bear tighter.

I walked passed my dads' room and heard muffled voiced. Confused why he was still awake, I pressed my ear to the door to listen to what was being said.

"This is the tenth one this month Francis..." my dad said to his best friend.

"He's a kid Arthur. IT happens. Don't think too much about it." he said with a French accent.

"I know I know, but there are demons terrorizing the poor thing. I need to do SOMETHING. I don't like sitting around doing nothing while Alfred is having nightmares." he said sadly.

"There's nothing you can do. Just wait till this phase is over mi amor."

'Me Armor?' I thought confused. 'Stupid French words...'

I didn't think much of what was said and started to walk again, when the floor creaked loudly. My dad's door opened and he stood towering over me.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked sternly.

"I was thirsty...and I wanted water." I stated, "Why are YOU out of bed?" I asked trying to change the subject.

Francis chuckled, and lifted me up on his shoulders. "Come little one, I'll get you some water." He turned to Arthur and smiled, "I'll put him to bed for you."

Arthur sighed exasperated and nodded.

I laughed and put my hands on his head to keep my balance.

"Watch the hair you coquin." (rascal... I give my thanks to google translate. For I don't know french.)

I smirked and ruffled his hair on purpose. "Speak normal or I'll do it again." I threatened.

Francis huffed and said "You know, you're a real pain."

I smiled brightly and said "And proud of it!"

Francis put me to bed and I slept through the rest of the night peacefully. The next couple of weeks I still had my nightmares, but when my dad came in and asked I denied it so I didn't make him worry. If only I knew what was to come from doing that...