America: America: "No…No…No!" You woke up to Alfred yelling. You sat up and turned to see him thrashing around, eyes tight shut and gritting his teeth tightly. You tried to blink the tiredness from your eyes and calm him down.

"Alfred, hey, wake up." You rasped, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"No, not that… anything but that!' He yelled, punching up and almost hitting you in the face.

"Alred! Wake up!" You screamed in his ear, shaking his shoulder as hard as you could. His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, sweat causing his hair to be plastered against his face. He was gasping for breath and looked at you, eyes wide with fear. You grabbed his face on either side of his head and placed your forehead against his, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, it's ok. It was just a nightmare." You whispered, looking him in the eyes. He slowly calmed down and closed his eyes, placing his hand over yours and leaning into them. You smiled as his breathing calmed and you couldn't feel his heart pounding in his veins. "You want to talk about it?" You asked. He shook his head and grinned sheepishly.

"It's nothing this hero can't handle!" He said, giggling and cuddling you to his chest. You relaxed in his arms but knew he wasn't alright. But you were willing to just be there for him if he ever needed you.

"Just don't go to Arthur's house when I make burgers…" Alfred mumbled, shivering. That really must have been a terrible nightmare if he was dreaming about you eating Arthur's cooking

Germany: You had been sleeping in the same bed as the German and tonight was no different. You were sleeping peacefully with his arms around your waist and faced buried into your neck. Suddenly his arm tightened around your waist tightly. You snapped awake as you heard him grunt and twist.

"Nien…" He mumbled, twitching in his sleep. His face was a mask of pain and horror, sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Luddy…" You mumbled, eyes not opening until his grip around your waist turned painfully tight. "Ludwig!" you yelled. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed his gun on his nightstand by his bed and pointed it at you. You jumped back, arms up in surrender, heart beating quickly. You two stayed that way for a few seconds before his eyes cleared and he lowered his gun; paling. He dropped the gun and reached out to you, hugging you tightly.

"Danke Gott… It was just a dream." He muttered into your hair, clutching you close. You shivered, not used to waking up to your boyfriend pointing a gun at your face. You hugged him back trying to calm down. "Are… Are jou alright?" He asked shakily, pulling back and holding you like he was about to break you. You nodded and smiled as convincingly as you could. He sighed with relief, falling back to the bed. You crawled to his side and cuddled up with him, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Nightmare?" You asked. He nodded. "Want to talk about it?" He shook his head.

"It was only a dream and it happened a very long time ago. I'll be fine." he whispered, kissing the top of your head and snuggling you closer. You didn't press him, so you just smiled and fell asleep.

England: You had gone to your boyfriends house and saw him napping on the couch. You smiled and let him sleep, making tea for when he would wake up.

"Alfred, please…" You paused, thinking he was talking to you. You walked into the living room and saw that he was still asleep. You smirked evilly and listened to him talk in his sleep, hoping to get some gossip out of him. His face contorted into a mask of unimaginable pain and a small tear leaked from the corner of his eyes. "Please, don't do this…" Arthur cried, reaching out his hand limply. You realized that he was having a nightmare and gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Arthur? Arthur, wake up." You said gently, shaking his shoulder. He jerked awake, gasping as he looked up at you. He took a few calming breaths and smiled up at you.

"Hello, love." he gasped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. You frowned at him, running your hand through his hair.

"You were having a nightmare. Why are you screaming about Alfred?" you asked, concerned. He frowned and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, love. It doesn't matter anymore. I smell tea, let's drink." He took your hand in his and walked into the kitchen, sending a sad glance at a picture of him and a young Alfred before he shook his head and smiled at you.

Canada: You were at Matthew's house and just cuddled up with him and a book. He was lying in your lap while you played with his hair as he slept.

"Stop! Stop! Leave her alone!" Matthew screamed, startling you out of your reading. He was pale and shaking, thrashing. You shook his shoulder and put down your book.

"Matthew, wake up, please." You whispered, kissing the top of his head. He opened his eyes and gasped, eyes focusing on your face. You smiled kindly at him and held his hand. He reached up to your face as if to make sure you were really there. "You want to talk about it?" you asked. He shook his head and kissed you.

"Just don't move for a little while, please? For me, eh?" He asked, kissing you again. You accepted his response; though you wanted to know what the nightmare was about.

N. Italy: "Bella! Bella! Where-a are you!" You heard your boyfriend screaming through your house, running into your room while you were working. You looked up and were glomped by the overemotional Italian. You gasped as he almost threw you onto the bed, rubbing his cheek against yours and crying.

"Bella! I-a love you so-a much! Please-a don't leave-a me for-a Germany!" Feli wailed, almost crushing you with his hug. You patted his back, trying to understand what he was talking about.

"Ok, Feli, please calm down. What are you talking about?" you gasped, trying to understand what he was saying. He pulled away with tears in his eyes, making your heart turn to mush.

"I had-a nightmare about you-a leaving me for-a Germany because I was-a weak! I'm-a sorry! I'm-a sorry! Please-a don't leave me!" He yelled, curling into your chest. You blinked and looked down at him; sniffling into your chest. You patted his head comfortingly and kissed the top of his head.

"I can't believe you would even dream about me leaving you for Ludwig. Sure he has muscles and is smart, but he doesn't have something that I need." He sniffled and looked up at you, eyes opening. "What-a is it, bella?" He asked, calming down. You kissed his nose and grinned.

"You." He relaxed after that, kissing you deeply.

Russia: You were curled up in bed and sleeping happily. You had just started to dream when something hitting your arm woke you up. You blinked the sleep from your eyes to see the big russian man thrashing, his face twisted in fear.

"Het! Het! Het! Don't touch her!" He yelled, gritting his teeth. You rubbed your eyes and just barely touched his shoulder. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed your hand painfully, other hand at your throat. You gasped for breath and put your free hand on his wrist, trying to get him to let you go.

"I-Ivan! Wake up!" You shouted, seeing his eyes clear away from their sleepy glassiness. He let go of your neck and touched your face instead, looking like a child caught wetting the bed.

"Sunflower, are you alright? I not hurt you, da?" He almost pleaded, tears prickling his eyes. You shook your head and smiled sheepishly at him. He hugged you closer to his chest and buried his head in your hair. "That's good. My little Sunflower is safe now…" he seemed to be comforting himself more than you.

"Ivan? Were you having a nightmare?" You asked, looking up at him. He laughed and shook his head, but you knew he was lying and he knew you could see right through him. He eventually sighed and laid down with you in his enormous arms.

"Don't worry, Sunflower. You will always be safe with me, da? We are one…" he mumbled, slowly falling back to sleep. You eventually followed him, though you worried about his dreams.

Japan: You were laying with Kiku who was taking a small nap before he started shaking. You frowned and shook his shoulder, causing his eyes to snap open and gasp. He looked up at you and jumped away, drawing his katana; yelling in fear.

"Kiku! Kiku, it's me! It's (Y/N)!" you shouted, holding up your hands and backing away. He lowered his katana and took a deep breath, standing up to brush himself off.

"Sorry. You just startred me." He said, normal mask of emotionless persona falling on his face. You frowned but nodded.

"If you're sure you don't want to talk about it…" you said, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He sighed and reached out to your hand, other hand reaching for his torso.

"How much do you know about Hiroshima and Nagasaki?" he asked sadly. You sat down next to him, understanding what he meant. For the first time he let you embrace him without warning. You just held him for the rest of the day.

France:

"Francis! Wake up!" You shouted. His eyes snapped open and he gasped, whipping around to face you and grip your forearm tightly.

"Are zhe Germans attacking?! Are zhey in zhe house?" He asked desperately, you flinched and shook your head, reaching out a hand to brush a piece of hair out of his face.

"No, everything is alright. There are no germans here, it was just a nightmare." You said calmly, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. He relaxed and slowed his breathing. He got a wicked starry glint in his eyes.

"Honhonhonhon…" he chuckled lowly. You blinked and started backing away slowly before he pulled you on the bed with him and pinned you under him. "Would you mind helping me forget all about zhat awful nightmare~?" He asked lowly, kissing you.

"Francis! I'm making breakfast!" You shouted, laughing. The fire department almost had to come to your house before you finally got free of Francis's clutches.

S. Italy: "Romano? Romano, where are you?" You called as you opened your boyfriend's door. It was sunny outside but for some reason it was very dark in the house. You heard a grunt and something fall and crash to the floor. You rushed to your boyfriend's room to see him sitting bolt upright and breathing heavily. You walked up to him slowly and sat down next to him, unsure of what to do.

"Hey, Romano? Are you ok?" You asked. He shook his head and glared at you.

"What-a the heck are-a you doing in my-a room? You could have-a called." He snapped, throwing off his covers and standing up. His was wearing his tank top shirt and boxers, but you weren't bothered by his state of undress.

"Romano? Were you having a nightmare?" You asked kindly, putting your hands in your lap.

"No!" He shouted, turning red. After a few seconds he started to tear up and dove into your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled sadly at him and patted his head.

"Sh, it's alright. I'm here." You cooed softly, almost laughing at how cute his embarrassed and flustered face was.

"Stupido tomato-bastard." He muttered, burying his face into your stomach.

Spain: "Churros!" Toni screamed, waking you up from dead sleep. You bolted upright and turned to him, seeing him do the same, eyes wide with panic. He turned to you and hugged you tightly, almost suffocating you in the hug.

"I'm sorry, chica! I won't insult your churros or your cooking anymore!" He sobbed, clutching you tightly.

"T-Toni!" You shouted as loudly as you could with him crushing you. "I-it was j-just a nightmare! C-Chill o-out!" You gasped, gasping for breath as he released you.

"Sorry!" He said sheepishly as you recovered your breath. You sighed and shook your head, curling up with him again.

"Just go back to sleep. I'll help fight off the nightmares…" you mumbled sleepily. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, closing his eyes again. You did indeed keep the nightmares away; not for the reason you had expected based on his blush.

Prussia: "Libie? Could jou… come here for a minute? Please?" You looked up to see Gilbert standing by the door to your office. You had work late and he had gone to bed earlier that night. You looked at the clock and realized it was two in the morning and you had to go to bed. You sighed and walked over to him, seeing the strong, proud german blushing and looking like a five year old. You looked at him worriedly and touched his face, making him look at you.

"Gilbert? Did you have a nightmare?" You asked softly, not looking away from his.

"Vhat? No, zhe awesome me never gets scared by a little nightmare!" he said with a shaky laugh, smiling tightly at you. You shook your head and lead him to bed, lying down and cuddling to his chest.

"Sure, Gilbert. Just wake me up again if you need to." You muttered sleepily. He wrapped his arms around you and put his chin on the top of your head. You were awesome, and he would never be beaten by a nightmare if you were in his arms.

Later that morning…

"Libie? Could you hold me and tell me a happy story?" You groaned, seeing how the day was going to go.

Greece: "Please, don't do that!" You heard him mumble, lifting your head off the blanket in the sunny field. You two had decided to picnic on the outskirts of the town on the warm summer day and somehow ended up taking naps together. He was pale and gritting his teeth in pain and anger. You sat up and gently put your hand on his shoulder, causing him to jolt awake.

"Hercules? You were dreaming. Another nightmare about Turkey?" You asked, looking down at him. He lifted his hand and took yours in his, nodding. You smiled and kissed him gently, snuggling up to his side. "Don't worry, I'll always be there to help with him." You giggled, hoping that you could make him feel better. He petted your hair and buried his face in it.

"Your hair smells nice. It's so soft…" he seemed to purr, making you giggle as you fell back to sleep in the warm summer sun.

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