Disclaimer: You must be terribly mistaken, I do not own Hetalia. However I do own my OCs, not the actual countries though.
Little Czech sighed softly, she looked about thirteen, but was hardly as tall as Slovakia who stood twenty centimeters taller than her. The boy always bragged about it too. She was glad that he usually stayed in one of the basement rooms with Gilbert. It was always hard to find a room, especially when Italy came over. Austria and Hungary lived there, and Prussia, and Czech, and Slovakia, and Germany, and all of Germany's three dogs. Sometimes Japan would come over with Italy and sometimes Spain would come over with Romano to visit with Austria. Papa Hungary had to let the twins know that Spain and Mama Austria used to be married a long time ago.
Germany's room was connected to Czech's room via the bathroom. She didn't like taking over or leaving her things in the middle room, because she was always afraid of what Germany would think or if he would get mad at her for making the bathroom dirty. So she had a little container that she kept all of her toiletries in, and whenever she needed to clean up or put on make-up or do her hair she would bring the little container into the bathroom with her. Sure, the Aryan found her little ritual to be odd, but he didn't mind or complain; he had a clean bathroom.
The night had started with a light drizzle, at times a slight downpour that eased away quickly. The lightest had been a mist or slight sprinkle, but it hadn't stopped raining since Austria and Hungary went out to see Spain and Romano and Italy again. Germany didn't mind the rain at all. What he did mind was the lightning that brightened up his room only to be followed by loud, crashing, booming sounds of thunder. The rain had put him to sleep, softly lulling with sparatic rhythm and comforting pittering and pattering on the roof and against the windows. The wooshing of the wind wasn't too bad either, but it did make him wonder when he was due for new windows.
The problem was that Germany was a light sleeper. He faced the window when he slept. If a light was on, he would wake up. If there was a flash of light, he would start to wake up. If a loud noise followed this flash of light, the man was sure to wake. Thunderstorms were the perfect reason for him to not sleep. For a while, he sat there in his bed, doing nothing. There was another shutter of light, then what sounded light a shot gun being fired. The man sighed softly and got out of bed. He headed towards the bathroom, but the door was locked. "Beta, are you in there?" He asked to see if Czech had locked the door before she went to bed or not.
"Ja," the girl responded from the other side of the door.
After hearing the door unlock, he turned the handle and opened the door. There was a pillow and a few blankets as well as Czech's teddy bear in the bath tub. "Were you sleeping in here?" Germany questioned. His tone in voice sounded a bit harsh, but he was actually questioning why he hadn't come up with the idea earlier. After all, the bathroom had no windows and the thunder was less audible in the bathroom than in any other part of the house.
"Ja," Czech muttered, eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'll go back to sleep..." She mumbled and went into the bathtub, then pulled the curtain so she couldn't see him and he couldn't see her.
To her surprise the curtain opened again. Germany leaned down and picked her up, blankets, teddy bear, and all, and carried her into his room. After setting her down on his bed, he took her blanket and used it to cover the windows, after all his curtains alone weren't working. So he hung them from the top of the windows, over the curtains. Czech turned on the lamp light and looked over at Germany as he went to turn off the bathroom light. Once he returned to his bed, he seemed to be much more tired. "Beta, turn off the light," he muttered as he climbed into his bed.
The young teen did as she was told, then got under the covers. "Are you afraid of the thunder?" He asked. Germany wouldn't be surprised if she was, after all, she had experienced wars of everyone in the household. Every nation was afflicted with the memories of war.
The girl nodded. "Ja..." she uttered as she curled up into a ball upon hearing another deafening crashing sound that even sent rumbling vibrations through the house.
"Come here," the German murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. "It'll be OK," he assured her calmly in a soothing voice.
Curse it all! Why did she have to get over that cuteness that he could always count on worrying for? Germany sighed to himself as he ran his hands through his hair again and sat on his bed. He stared at the ground, as if that would give him some relief.
"Ludwig, you left the candies in my room. I thought you wanted some too." Czech stood in the doorway, waiting for an answer. Her head tilted to the side sweetly as she asked, "Is something wrong?" Her feet lead her into his room, to his bed. Her hips moved and swayed and drove the German completely fucking crazy. She sat down, hip to his and set the candies on the other side of her. She wrapped an arm around him, then the other held his shoulder. She was trying to make him sit up. "Please tell me."
Ludwig sighed softly and sat up. "It's nothing. I'm just tired is all. Don't worry about it," he said. It was half true, he was tired from paperwork, but he was also tired any time he wasn't sleeping or working out or drinking beer with his brother.
"I said tell me, not lie to me," grumbled Beta quietly.
That was great, she really thought he had a problem. Yes, he did have those days where the memories of war wouldn't go away, but this wasn't one of those times. He turned his head, only to realize how very close she was. "Nothing is wrong, Beta," he muttered softly and sighed.
Her body turned to face him. "You've been acting funny all night. Ludwig, I don't believe you," she admitted.
"Fine." Grumbled the German as he cupped both sides of her face and kissed her lips dead on. "Believe me now?"
"Um... Well... I... Ja." Beta pouted a little and folded her arms over her chest.
"Is something wrong?" The German asked with a raised eyebrow.
Beta's face was hidden behind her hair. "I was supposed to do that..." She muttered.
Ludwig grinned to himself. "Were you now?" He inquired with peaked interest.
"Ja."
The man wrapped his arms around the younger nation's waist and pulled her into his lap. His chin rested on her shoulder. "Tell me how long."
"Long-long..." the Czech girl grumbled softly, trying not to tense up or lead him on. After all, she was supposed to be the dominant one. She couldn't help it, Germany was... Well Germany was Germany and Germany was German and German's were always the most dominant. Sighing softly, she turned away from his face that rested on her chin, only to be kissed in the very spot she mistakenly left open to him. "Wh-" Czech mumbled, completely confused by now.
"Hm?" Germany wondered into her neck as he kissed where her neck and shoulder met yet again. "Is something wrong?" He murmured against that same spot.
Heat flared up to Beta's face and she almost couldn't handle it. "It's nothing..." She excused herself weakly, hardly able to catch a breath for herself. After a few moments she turned more to face him and kissed his lips softly. The man wasn't necessarily caught off guard, but he wasn't expecting her to do such a thing.
"Do you remember when you slept in the bathtub during thunderstorms?" Ludwig asked out of the blue.
Beta looked up at him, wondering where the question came from, but she nodded nonetheless. "Ja."
