***So here's a little early Christmas treat. Two chapter updates in one day! So again I don't I don't own Hetalia etc. I let you guys read.

Heartless

Dreams, no, Nightmares, they were a living hell. Faces of the now deceased, the ones she had slaughtered. The children left to starve, if not murdered, after she had taken their parents' lives. Now it was her turn to watch. Her friends were lined up in front of her. One by one they fell to the cold, frozen earth. Her screams were not heard; they felt like nothing but an echo that would never be heard. Then one was left, and she screamed with all her might, a blood curdling scream with tears streaming down her face. "GIL!"

He immediately snapped awake and panicked at the sound of his name being screamed. "Eliza…" he whispered. "Sshhh….. It's ok… I'm here."

Elizaveta opened her eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Gil." She whimpered and curled up against him as sobs rolled through her.

He wrapped his arms around her, wincing at the pain when he pulled her close, his pale hands running gently through her long brunet hair. "Was ist falsch?" (What's wrong?)

"I saw everyone, every person dead because of me. The children left to starve because of me. Then everyone was lined up, one by one, a bullet put in their head. Then ultimately you were left and…" she trailed off and buried her face in his chest while another round of sobs rolled through her.

He knew what she was talking about, the dreams that every nation went through, and he knew all too well. "Vell, Liz, just know zhat I vill never let zhat happen. I vill protect you, no matter vhat. I promise." There was true sincerity swirling within his crimson eyes.

She sniffled and let the last of her tears fall. "I know Gil. I'll protect you too." She hugged him closely.

"I don't need it zhough. Liz, I'm a man." He said this with a smirk, his whole demeanor changing to the usual gutsy, self-confident self, hiding his fear that flashed briefly in his eyes.

"Yes but every true man needs some protection. Otherwise, they're just a heartless monster. You're not a heartless monster Gil."

He raised an eyebrow. "How do you know? I don't need anyone to hold my hand. Since Germania died, I'm strong!" He couldn't help himself from protesting.

"But every man and woman needs to cry. They need to release their built up emotions."

"Nien. I have no reason to cry." He defended his-self, finding strength in his German discords.

"Then why were you nearly in tears when you didn't want to leave? Why do you have the same nightmares that every nation does?"

He ignored her. "Physical pain, I didn't want to go back and get hurt worse than I was. Not because of emotions." He said this flatly, looking away.

"Well I guess I was wrong." She got up and brushed herself off. "You might just be a heartless monster." She started to walk away.

He got up and grabbed her by the wrist. "Nien, not heartless, just tougher than those other pansies." He defended. "I can love. Liz…" He looked into her eyes. "Like I love you."

She turned around slowly to face him. "Te igazán szeretsz engem?" (Hungarian: You really love me?)

"Ja." He replied to her quietly.

"Then you'll let me fight along with you." Her eyes met his filled with determination and with that, she ran up the stairs to the second floor.

***So this chapter ended up being only 571 words. I'm sorry! This is my first fanfiction with chapters and only my second fanfic that I decided was going to be worthy of . I'm also not the best title chooser either...So, again I'm sorry that my chapters are so short, but I hope you still enjoyed them. Next chapter may be out on Christmas…. Who knows… Oh right, I do! :D