AN: This is a purely GerIta chapter.
Thunder pealed, and I woke with a start. I was terrified. I was shivering. It was so cold
"Germany? Germany! Where are you? Germany! Don't leave me all alone!" I cried. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Germany promised. He said he would always be by my side, but I was alone here on the bed.
I heard the familiar stomping of his boots. He was running to get me. My tears of terror turned to relief when I saw him standing at the edge of our room. The thunder pounded again, and I flinched.
He climbed back on the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. His kisses caught the tears and they streamed down my face.
"It's okay. I'm here. You don't have to be scared anymore," he murmured. His lips returned again and again to mine until I stopped crying.
"I had a really bad dream," I said, comforted just by the fact that he was here with me.
"Really? Why don't you tell me about it? It might make you feel better."
I nuzzled my face into the curve of his neck. "It was so scary, Germany. I dreamed I had our baby. It was a girl who looked exactly like me; she was so weak and sick. You said that you couldn't stand weak girls and that I should die along with our baby. Oh, and I was fat. She died in my arms as I tried to chase after you. You were just to fast for me to reach. I can still here her crying. I carried her body all the way to Romano's place, but he…he just turned me away. He said that since he had Spain, he didn't want a useless little sister. He said that's what I get for marrying a potato-loving bastard. He said it was good riddance that my baby died because he wouldn't be able to stand anyone in our family who could eat potatoes. I woke up after that and you weren't here. I was so scare that my dream had come true, and I was all alone."
Germany held me tighter. "Really, how can your imagination come up with this horrible stuff? It's complete and utter Scheiße. Your dream is not even possible. I'll prove it by working backwards." He moved one of his hands to my face, forcing me to look at him in the eyes. They were earnest.
"Impossibility number 1: Romano would never abandon you. It might be true about the potato-eating thing, but there is no way that he could ever not love you or your child. He will always take you in with open arms. You could probably call him up about that if you don't believe me."
"I believe you," I said. It was probably not a good idea to call Romano. He slept later than I did, and then he just stays in bed with Spain.
"Impossibility number 2: you are not useless. You have a very important purpose that only you can do, and that's being here with me. You got that?"
I nodded.
"Impossibility number 3: there is no way I'm ever going to leave you or this baby." Germany moved the hand that was on my back to my swollen stomach. Our baby. I had been loving and waiting for our baby for seven months now.
"I love you and our baby more than you can comprehend. There's no way…I'm not capable to ever leave your side. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, no matter how our baby turns out, I promise to always love and never leave either of you. It's okay to be scared, though, honestly I'm a bit scared too."
This was a first. I didn't think Germany could be scared of anything he seemed so strong. "Why are you scared?" I asked.
"What if…what if our baby doesn't like me? What if our child hates me because I'm overbearing or thinks I'm cold because I can't express my feelings properly."
I smiled. Even though it was rare, it was nice seeing Germany expose his weaker side to me. I knew he had been worrying about something. He was spending so much time working on the baby's room. Every morning, he would wake up early and spend all day working on one of his projects. I'm pretty sure he had spent two months hand crafting the crib. He probably painted and repainted the walls about five times. "If our baby is even a little bit like me, they'll love you more than their little heart can take."
He kissed me long and hard. "Now see, there's absolutely nothing to be worried or scared about. Do you feel better now?" he said. I shook my head, but I had a smile on my face. He drew my face closer to his and kissed me again.
"Better?" he asked again. I shook my head. I still wasn't satisfied I wanted more of him. This time his lips traveled down my neck. I knew we couldn't go as far as I wanted with the baby on the way, but it still felt nice.
The alarm started to go off. "What's going on?" I asked. Were we being invaded?
Germany sighed and sat up. "Something must have tripped the alarm in the woods. It was probably just some small animal. I'll have to go out there to reset it. Don't worry about it. If you get hungry, there's some wurst in the refrigerator. Or I can make you some pasta when I get back."
It felt like the morning sickness nausea came back for a minute. I loved Germany and all, but he still wasn't the greatest at pasta yet. I rolled myself off the bed. It seemed like it took so much more effort to get up. "Don't trouble yourself. I can still make some pasta by myself."
I hurried to him so I could hold his hand. We walked together to the front door. I got his dark rain jacket from the closet as he put on his boots. I slipped the hood of his jacket over his head and pulled him down to me. I needed another one of his kisses.
"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." He opened the door and slipped out into the rain. It really was pouring out there.
My stomach echoed the thunder. I was a lot hungrier than I thought. I made my way to the kitchen. I had a feeling I would need to make a lot of pasta!