It was now night time. Italy had decided to sleep in Germany's bed with him, as usual.
After about two hours, Italy had begun to whimper in his sleep. He woke up with a jolt, tears streaming down his face.
"Italy…?" Germany had awoken, and he turned a light on. "Italy, what's wrong?"
The poor Italian had a hard time getting words out, since he was crying. "I…had a…bad dream…"
Germany wrapped his arms around Italy. "It's alright, Italy. Everything will be fine. It was just a dream."
Italy was still sniffling, but he had felt comforted by Germany's actions. After a while, he had stopped crying all together.
"Are you feeling better?" Germany asked.
Italy nodded.
They then laid back down, and the light was turned off. "Oh, I forgot…" Italy said, throwing his arms around Germany, snuggling into him. "Thank you…thank you for everything…" He whispered against his chest.
Germany smiled in the darkness, putting his arms around Italy.