"NEIN!"
Roderich sat up instantly as he heard it. That scream. Groggily, he looked about for his glasses and snatched them up from his dresser. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was three something in the morning. His vision was so blurred that he wasn't sure what the minute mark was, but it didn't really matter.
Eyes still half-closed, he swung his legs out of bed and went to his door. He didn't bother to pull a shirt on, for the time of bother was ridiculous anyway. He used his hand to feel his way down the dark hallways of the German household, and he wasn't even sure where he was going. Of course, Ludwig was out for the week, and it was far too early for him to even have dropped by to pick something up. So the only person left would be that brash idiot, Gilbert.
Despite his lack of care for the man, Roderich decided to go and tell him off for waking him at such an hour. It was simply astounding how the albino could irritate him so, especially given that it was such an early hour, and he usually didn't even have the ability to think at such a time.
Finally, he reached the source of his half-wakefulness and pounded on the door, where Gilbert's voice was still heard from the other side. But shockingly, instead of obnoxious yelling and drunken rants, Gilbert sounded like… he was crying.
"Gilbert?" He asked, knocking on the door. "Prussia, what's going on?" But the whimpering didn't cease. Hesitantly, Roderich grasped the handle to the door and pushed it open. "Prussia?"
He met the sight of the albino still asleep, in fact, so asleep that he didn't notice that his covers were all kicked onto the floor and that the freezing air was touching the bare skin of his scarred torso. But he was shivering and whimpering like a wounded pup, afraid and unable to move for fear.
"Gilbert… Gilbert wake up." Roderich said firmly as he approached the pathetic form. "You're going to wake the neighbors." He said, shaking his fellow German's shoulder. He saw Prussia's red eyes flutter open, small tears building in the corners of them.
"Bruder?" He said groggily, subconsciously reaching about for the covers that weren't there any longer.
"No it's me." Austria sighed, reaching down towards his feet for the blankets and offering them to the albino.
"Oh." Gilbert blinked a few times before he pouted. "What do you want?" Austria felt his eye twitch in irritation.
"You woke me up with your crying." He said bluntly, starting towards the door and almost smirking at the look of horror on Prussia's face. But he paused when he saw him look at his wrists, which he had long known had scars on them from various tortures of the past.
"Was it the war?" he asked quietly.
"Depends on which one you're talking about." Prussia said curtly, turning away from him. Austria frowned.
"You know which one I'm talking about."
"Ja."
"I see." Austria frowned, remembering the many horrors of the world war that had but recently ended. He wrapped his fingers around his own wrists where they had been bound as well, the scars wrapped thinly around his wrists the same way those ropes had once…
"Russia?"
"Don't say his un-awesome name around me." Prussia snapped. Roderich raised an eyebrow.
"So it was." He said. "Will… you be alright?" Prussia looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and lingering fear from his dream. Finally he sighed and looked at the floor, interlocking his fingers together.
"Ja… I-if I can survive the real thing, I can make it through a dream." He said. Austria almost smiled at this.
"Ever the tough one." Roderich nodded. "I know how much it hurts to be haunted."
"I guess that's a good word for it."
This one was kind of spur of the moment fluff. enjoy. :')