Merry Christmas~! - Hetalia Christmas 2014
Chapter Two - A Beloved Dream
"Phew!" France and Malaria plopped on her bed. After dusting and setting up the guest-rooms, it was already nightfall. "Even after all of that, we're not even done yet..." Malaria thought with a pout. "*Haa* I just want to sleep," France said, looking at the analog clock that said 11:21, "Can we sleep together?" Malaria tapped her fingers together, "W-well, if you want to..." she said as straight as possible. Malaria turned off the lampshade, fixed her position she was currently in to get comfortable and snuggled her head on her pillow. France flipped himself and scooted to beside the pillow next to her. He brought the blanket up to the both of them. As Malaria dozed off, France patted her head while she drifted off to sleep. He got closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist until Malaria's head was in his chest. While France was rubbing her back, he thought about the days when Malaria used to be a colony and lived with him. Especially when she would run from her bedroom and charge to his bedroom at 2:00 in the morning. Why you ask? Because Malaria had a phobia of the dark, and she still does now.
I heard stomping footsteps running from the hallway of my room's. "What is it?" I thought. But, my legs were too solid of fatigue so I just went back to sleep. A few minutes later, the door to my room creaked. The person climbed on the bed beside me and shook my shoulder frantically. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Malaria. Her small body was shaking and shivering, tears from the little light-brunette's turquoise-green eyes were streaming down her cheeks and dripping on her nightgown. Malaria scooted in my chest and gripped my shirt while crying. I wrapped my arms around the weakened country. "Are you alright?" I said in worry. Malaria looked up at me, "I-I-I heard the window close a-and it was so pitch dark in the room t-t-t-that I couldn't see anything," she said between sobs, "But t-then dark figures started coming towards my bed and I-I-I ran out the door as fast as I c-could." Malaria hugged me tightly as she cried and wailed. All that I can do was bring her closer, run my hands through her hair, pat her back gently, and sing her a soft lullaby that I used to sing a long time ago until Malaria calmed down.
France nuzzled the sleeping country's forehead. He chuckled to himself as he heard Malaria chanting, "My baked-filled wonderland..." in her sleep. France looked at the bedroom's window. The moon was still while the clouds shadowed its appearance. France looked at the clock. "12:36" His eyes started to droop as he laid on the pillow. France kissed Malaria's small nose, "Goodnight, my precious little one..."
A.N.
Dang! This was shorter than usual. Sorry again if the chapters are kind of messed up because there was an introduction!
