You walked to the end of the hall where room 205 was. You clenched your blanket tighter around your shivering form, hoping that you were making the right decision. Sure the German could be a little cocky at times and he was like that little obnoxious brother that you never had, but he was caring and kind when it was just you and him. Besides he'd just think that you ran to the awesome him first thing and let you stay the night.

You knocked on the door a little loudly knowing that Gilbert was a bit of a snorer. A thud came from inside followed by sleepy curses before the door opened. Gilbert came out the room and stood in the doorway, his hair was tussled and his deep ruby red eyes were glazed with sleep. He wore a white t-shirt and blue boxers with little yellow dots printed onto them.

"Hey Gil," you sheepishly waved.

"Frau, what are you doing?" Gilbert asked as he shook his head.

"Well it's kind of a long, short story," you tried to explain feeling your face slightly heat up.

Gilbert, now wide awake, bent down so he was level with you face. His eyes inspected you. His lips were pulled into a firm line. He put a finger to his chin and finished his 'deduction'.

"Nightmare," Gilbert finally said, standing up straight.

"How did you know?" You asked slightly taken aback about his little deduction went so well.

"Well your face is puffy and you're eyes are wide," Gilbert began to explain like he was some kind of expert. "Not to mention your breathing is a bit iffy, so nightmare." He shrugged before giving you one of his trade-mark smiles. "So you ran to the awesome me for help."

There it was. Your little assumption came to be true. You nodded not wanting to say anything.

"So how can the awesome me help you?" Gilbert asked and put his hands on his hips.

You felt a little surge of confidence run through you. If you were going to do this you better get it done as painlessly as you could. "Let me sleep with you," you said bluntly.

Gilbert was taken aback. "Woah, hold on there frau, I know that everyone wants to sleep with me and experience my awesome five meters but I thought even you had some morals," Gilbert put his hands up. "How far did that nightmare twist you?"

You let a hand sneak from the blanket and face palm yourself. "No, I mean I just want to sleep in the same bed as you that's all you idiot."

"Oh, I knew that," Gilbert gave out a light laugh. "But if you did want to sleep with me I would so totally. . ."

"Nope," you said and held your palm up to his face. "I do not want to sleep with you." Well maybe not tonight anyway. You gave out a yawn before rubbing your eye. "So can I?"

Gilbert gave you a small smile. "Of course you can _." Gilbert opened the door wider and let you step inside. "Before you faint and letting me drag you to bed."

You stifled another yawn. "Thanks."

"It's no problem frau really," Gilbert said as he led you to the bed.

You hopped in and Gilbert joined you on the other side. It felt awkward lying there with another human being. It felt awkward not hugging something before you fell asleep. You looked over at Gilbert and shamelessly shuffled over to him. Your body curled around him. He was so warm. You threw and arm over him, getting into a comfortable position. Just before you fell asleep you felt Gilbert lightly grasp your arm.

You woke up to the sound of snoring. Slowly and painfully you opened your eyes and were greeted with the sight of Gilbert's chest. He had turned around during the middle of the night and was still hanging onto you loosely. Another snore came from the German before a quiet, sleep-filled laugh came from his slightly parted lips.

Carefully you got out of Gilbert's grasp and stood up from the bed. Gosh you really needed to pee. You began to creep to the bathroom before you slipped on something. You landed on the floor with a loud thud, probably waking up the sleeping Gilbert. You looked down to see what you had slipped on. It was a magazine and you didn't have to guess what kind it was.

"_?" Gilbert called out as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What are you doing down there."

"I slipped on one of your magazines," you answered and pointed to the magazine next to you.

Gilbert's cheeks turned a little pink as he noticed that he left the thing just lying around. "Hey do you wanna get some breakfast?" He quickly asked trying to avoid talking about the magazine.

You decided to go along with him. After all he was a guy so he shouldn't be really embarrassed with this kind of stuff. "Yeah, sure I am getting hungry," you nodded and got up off the floor.

"Awesome," Gilbert gave you a smile before hopping out of bed. "I heard that Ludwig was going to a coffee shop for breakfast. And I heard that that penis was going to be there." Gilbert was clearly talking about Roderich.

"You mean pianist," you groaned.

"Whatever. No matter what you call him he'll never be as awesome as me," Gilbert snickered as he shrugged on some discarded pants.

You rolled your eyes and started to near the door. "Okay whatever you say Gil. I'm gonna go and get changed into something decent."

"Okay but hurry up, I'll be there in five minutes!" Gilbert warned as he concentrated on pulling the pants up.

"I don't take forever to get ready," you defended as you walked out the room. "Oh and Gilbert, thanks you're awesome."

"I already know that!" You heard Gilbert laugh behind the now closed door.

(Lets the other person curl up to him and loosely holds onto them)