Tell Me A Story
Chapter 3: Nightmares are Never Good
Couples: PruCan, FrUk, and GerIta
A/n: I posted two chapters yesterday, so I'll try to post two today. I've posted stories before on a different account, and I know most stories get lost among others. I must say, I'm quite happy with the 3 alerts and 1 favorite this story got in the one day of publishing.
~~~ (Canada's P.O.V)
I was in the field that Papa originally found me in. Blood coated the once green grass. Among the blood, multiple mangled bodies found their final resting place. I saw a head of white hair, and raced towards it. My heart dropped at what I found. Gil was bleeding out, his face was mangled.
"Don't die, Gilbert," I whispered softly, kissing his forehead.
"D-Don't leave me," he whispered hoarsely.
"I won't. I won't leave you, Gil," I said, pulling his dying body to me, blood seeping through my shirt easily. I felt a sharp pain in my back, and looked behind me to see England.
"I finally have me revenge on the frog!" he said, a sickening laugh ringing out around us. He twisted the knife, and then pulled it out. I fell onto of Gilbert, my life being claimed.
I woke up with a start. Kuma wasn't anywhere to be found, and I was alone in the dark. I hated everything about the dark. I gathered up a pillow, and knocked on Gil's door. When I got no answer, I opened it slightly.
"Gil, I can't find Kuma, and I'm scared of the dark. Can I sleep in here?" I saw Gilbert look at me with tired eyes, and then nod. I climbed into the bed next to him.
"If you stay, you must cuddle," he whispered in my ear. I blushed, and nodded. He wrapped an arm around me, slowly rolling me over so that I faced him. An arm made its way behind my back, and pulled me closer to the albino. He buried his face in my hair, and I wrapped an arm around his neck, both of our free hands interlacing between us. It felt nice, and I swore I felt him kiss my head. I heard him snoring softly after a while. I kissed his cheek, and cuddled into the warmth, falling asleep.
When I woke up, I slowly got out of Gilbert's grasp. I blushed at the thought of cuddling with him. I went downstairs and made a simple breakfast of pancakes and eggs. As soon as it was finished, and I was about to go get Gil, I heard him coming down. I got out some orange juice and two cups, before I felt arms wrapping around me. I blushed a deep shade of red.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked softly, leaning into the embrace.
"It was probably the best sleep I've ever had. Thanks, Birdie," he whispered, kissing my top of my head. I blushed even more. We sat down and ate with an idle chitchat, but nothing important. As I gathered the dishes and began to clean them, I looked over at Gilbert.
"When are you planning on going home?" I asked softly.
"When do you want me to go home?" I shrugged at his question. "That's not an answer, Birdie," he pressed.
"I'm not a damn bird," I yelled louder than intended. I didn't want to tell him to go home, when I wanted him to stay. I didn't know what to do if he did stay, though.
"Fine, sorry to bother you," he said softly. He stood up, and gathered his clothes. I went back to the dishes scrubbing harshly. He walked out and slammed the door behind him. I jumped. Why did I feel this way about someone I'd just met?