Hungary woke with a gasp, her eyes wide and staring out at the nothingness that was the dark. She held her hand to her chest as if she were trying to hold in her frantically beating heart and took deep breaths to try and calm herself down.

The wars… she had always known that some countries were haunted relentlessly by some wars that they had been through, but she had never really had that issue. But now… The Great War had taken a toll on everyone… especially…

"Hey- you okay in there? Or is my awesomeness needed?" That obnoxious, but wonderfully familiar voice came in through the door. Hungary smiled and sat up completely, looking to the door.

"You can come in if you must." She said with exaggerated irritation. The door creaked open and the albino figure of Prussia stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Well if you insist." He grinned, sitting at the end of the small bed. "Are you okay? You were mumbling again."

"It's not much- just that dream again." She sighed. "How did you cope with it?" Prussia thought for a moment, looking out the window and out at the moon that shone through the panes. His eyes- so usually sharp and calculating despite his mischievous nature- softened and he sighed.

"I didn't quite cope really- I sort of just let it pass. Sometimes I wrote stuff down so that it's not bothering me as much anymore, but usually that doesn't help much anymore."

"Well I knew you did that. If the giant library filled with your atrocious handwriting has anything to say about it."

"You read my diary?" Hungary just shrugged. Prussia frowned, but ignored it and continued. "Well then! You speak lies! My handwriting was not atrocious! It screamed awesomeness!"

"Yeah, yeah… I suppose it's alright." She fought the smile that accompanied the thought. His handwriting had been heavily influenced by the churches he had scripted for, and was actually very pretty.

"I guess that's how I coped… but usually I tried to talk to someone. France and Spain are awesome listeners you know… maybe you should talk to Roddy?"

"He wouldn't understand what it's like over there…"

"That's true. But he would listen."

Hungary looked down at her hands in her lap. "Would you listen?"

Prussia was silent. She felt tears building in her green pools. Hungary looked up from where she had been staring, and saw that nothing was there. Just darkness. The tears spilled.

"I wish you could." She whispered.