~~A tight hug~~
(Name) woke screaming, eyes wide and staring at everything around her. Her breathing was laboured and tears were forming in her eyes.
Night terrors, (Name) was prone to them, but she really wished they wouldn't come tonight.
Oh god! What if France heard?
The shaking intensified and tears poured out of the girl's eyes. Just as the quick steps of a man running were heard outside the guest room door and said object was thrown wide.
The light flickered to life, showing a half naked Frenchman looking anxiously around the room with a sabre in hand, before coming to rest on the woman in the middle of the guest bed, tears streaming down her face and eyes wide in fear.
He took a deep breath and lowered the weapon, looking slightly less bedraggled after running his hand through his silky hair. Opening a blue eye, he looked at (Name) and asked in a sleepy voice, "'ave a nightmare mon coeur?" His speech slipped easily into French in his tired state.
"S-sorry to wake you Francis, I really do appreciate you putting me up for the night, and I'm so sorry. It's just night terrors, I have them often. I was just hoping you wouldn't wake up." He opened both eyes at this and regarded (Name) with a small frown.
"How could I not hear the scream cher?" He shut off the light and moved toward her bed, placing the weapon delicately against the night table, he sat on the bed and pushed (Name) back to the bed lightly.
"F-Francis, what are you-?"
"Relax mon minou, I won't let anything get to you, j'promets." The exhausted man leaned against the headboard and stroked (Name)s hair lightly, helping her fall asleep, until he fell asleep himself.
They awoke next morning pressed tightly to each other, and (Name) had never felt safer.
~~You'll be alright~~