Guys seriously so far there has only been 3 chapters and there's 27 reviews seriously skdjaosihfds I love you all okay. For a present, you guys get another chapter ouo. I have no idea how far I'm going to take this, and I've kind of run out of ideas? So if any of you have any plots, I would be forever grateful if you shared them with me in a review :)
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Hetalia, or Twilight.
Warnings: Cursing, and an angry monster *cough*Arthur*cough*
Nightmares are a fickle thing. No one can control when they happen, and you never know what will come next. Maybe you'll end up waking up, gasping for breath while a cool sweat breaks out. Or maybe you'll stay in the horrid dream, thrashing and muttering all the while. Either way,nightmares are never a good thing.
There is though, a large difference between nightmares and night terrors
A night terror, also known as a sleep terror or pavor nocturnus, is a parasomnia disorder, causing feelings of terror or dread, and typically occurring in the first few hours of sleep. It is a sleep disorder characterized by abnormal sleep behaviors. Parasomnias involve unconscious complex, semi-purposeful, and goal-directed behaviors that have meaning or importance to the individual.
A nightmare is a terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety, sorrow, etc.
When Alfred was just a kid, still living with England and still a small colony he had reacurring nightmares. This happened until Arthur got fed up with the lack of sleep, and took him to a doctor in England. The doctor diagnosed him with a parasomnia disorder, and in specifics, he had night terrors.
After that, the two got more used to the night terrors, and in time it seemed to disappear.
Alfred notice however, that they came back stronger and stronger when something bad was happening in his life. For example, during the Revolutionary War, he could barely sleep a wink. After years of technology though, Alfred started to take medicine to cut these sleeping horrors.
What Garrett didn't know, was that Alfred hadn't taken one of the pills in three days. With all the stress that Alfred had been in from the new guest, it wasn't that surprising that he woke up in the middle of the night next to a thrashing, screaming Alfred.
"A-Alfred?! Whoa kid, stop kicking me, calm the fuck down, jesus christ-"
There was another wail, sounding like an animal being tortured. This stopped the vampire in his tracks, concern finally filling his eyes. He quickly got up, flipping on the lights hoping that that would wake the screaming American up.
Instead, it had the opposite effect, and for reasons Garrett couldn't understand, the screaming got louder.
And so Garrett, totally freaked out and confused, started apologizing over and over, hoping that maybe that would shut the blonde up.
After two hours, the sobbing finally slowed and now only sniffling was heard. Alfred's head finally popped up from the sheets, and glanced blearily at the patriot vampire across the room, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Hey Al, you okay?" Garrett asked cautiously, almost afraid that the American would break.
"What time is it?" Alfred asked, not bothering to answer the other's question.
"About three in the morning. But Alfred you-" Garrett faltered when noticing the horrified look on Alfred's face. "What? What's wrong?"
"We have at least twenty minutes to get you safely out of here." The blonde groaned, mumbling curses to himself.
"Wha-? Dude, it's like three in the freaking morning. You can't kick me out now." Garrett whined, picking at his shirt.
"Garrett, I'm saving your freaking life. Just shut up and get the hell outta here."Alfred rolled his eyes, flopping back down on the bed. "I'll make sure that old monster won't kill you."
"…. Are you still half-asleep or something? There is no monster coming-"
"Yeah man, and coming soon. That monster just happens to be my mom."
"…. You have a mother?"
"Well, he is male, but he totally gets after me like a mom so…"
"Please tell me England isn't coming here."
"Bingo."
"Godammit."
"Exactly, so get your vampire ass out of here."
"… can I slap him first?"
"No. Get out of here before I slap you."
And at that moment, having wasted Garrett's escape time, there was a loud knock on the front door.
"Shit, you're screwed now."
The was a loud bang, the sound of an angy-browed Brit kicking open the door himself.
"Alfred Foster Jones, you better come out now."
"Good luck soldier." Garrett grinned impishly, before saluting and whisking out the window.
"America, I am going to count to three, and you better be out here-"
"Coming mom." Alfred mumbled to himself, and went to go and face the demon that awaited him.
It took three long hours for Arthur to fully chew him out, including a lot of-
"What were you thinking, letting a vampire into your home-"
"I swear, one day I'm going to be washing pieces of you off of the wall-"
"I'm going to kill you, you prat-"
And the best part-
"What if he raped you and you got pregnant, oh god, where did I go wrong-"
Until finally England calmed down enough to swat him gently on the head with a newspaper.
"You done yelling?" Alfred asked, rolling his eyes and standing up. "It's already six, so I'm going to make some coffee."
And so the American did, until he heard an angry screech and a large crash.
And then came the yelling.
And sadly, there was no question from which the voices belonged to.
Garrett and Arthur had finally met.
I know, I'm mean for not continuing ;) I can just see Alfred having night terrors... it's just another one of my weird head-cannons~ Please pretty please, review~! You get to kiss Garrett if you dooo~~
- Nisa Keehl
