Next installment, about the same length as the second, maybe a little longer.

Title: Nightmare
Rating: PG for blood and violence
Plot: There's a reason why Lovina never watches horror movies
Characters: Antonio Fernandez "Spain" Carriedo, Lovina "Italia Romano" Vargas

I DON'T OWN HETALIA

She shifted, stuck in that awkward and incredibly annoying phase where she was neither awake or asleep. She didn't want to accept it and wake up all the way. Someone came in the room and she had half a mind to pretend she was still asleep in order to make the person go away. The heavy breathing of her companion made her a bit uncomfortable, but she just kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

She was not prepared for the burst of pain that tore through her side. Her eyes flew open, screaming as the pain intensified. Looking up, her blood ran cold and a scream tore its way out of her throat. "A-Antonio! No! Don't!" she held her side, shrieking a little bit as she touched a warm, stick substance that came away red when she pulled her hand back. The Spaniard smirked, licking the blood off one of the long, sharp knives he kept in the kitchen. He'd stabbed her… he'd stabbed her and it looked like he was about to do it again as he raised the knife over his head.

She screamed again, sitting up despite the pain in her side and tried to get as much distance between them as she could. She was too tangled up in the sheets to get very far and panic raced through her. She started to cry, begging, pleading for him not to do this, apologizing for whatever she'd done to cause him to completely flip out. He slashed downward and the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was the metal of the knife flashing in the moonlight.

"Lovina! Lovina, wake up!" someone was shaking her roughly. Still lost in her dreams, she struggled, screaming, fighting. "Ow… Lovina! Querida, what's wrong?" the shaking got harder and was enough to wake her up. Her screams died down, but she continued to shake and cry. "Shhh… Querida… it's alright…" she glanced over at Antonio as he pulled her into his arms, rocking her back and forth the way he did when she had had nightmares as a child, tucking her head under his chin and petting her hair. "You scared me… I woke up, you were screaming at the top of your lungs…."

She sniffed a little bit, feeling him kiss the top of her head and told him everything. He held her close, rubbing her shoulder. "T-Then… your face… it was like b-back then… back when y-you were a conquistador… it was like you were there but not really and…" she dissolved into frightened tears once more.

"Well…" he said, looking at her and brushing away her tears, "I think that's the last slasher movie for you…" She nodded, feeling him lay down with her in his arms. "Go back to sleep… I'm right here…" he smiled, snuggling her, as she closed her eyes. He comforted her until she was asleep again, his smile fading. "I'm going to kill Prussia for making her watch that with us."