Germany x Reader: Nightmare

Konichiwa!  I'm so sorry I haven't posted in ages, but basically all I've been doing since I last posted is preparing for and taking AP exams... (._.')  Yeah, not fun...  But my last one is Wednesday and after that I no longer have to deal with high school except for attending graduation practice and the actual ceremony.  So, three more days of school!  Huzzah!  I'm almost done!
Anyway, I've had a lot going on and my writer's block still won't go away, but I managed to write this short, pathetic little addition to the Germany x Reader story.  It's more for transition into the next part of the story than anything, so sorry that it's boring...  I'll try to start posting more regularly again once exams are over with.  Gomenasai!
Catch you guys later, I guess.  I need to get some sleep!


- Turtle-chan

Where am I?  This place…  It’s familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on where you are.  You slowly stand up and walk to the door, trying to open it, but it’s locked.  You jiggle the handle, throwing your weight against the door, but it doesn’t budge.  Okay, this is weird.

                You hear male voices coming from somewhere outside your door and you start pounding on the wood, hoping to catch someone’s attention.  “Could somebody let me out?  I’m locked in here!” you call out.

                You hear heavy footsteps approach the door slowly and dread begins to grow in the pit of your stomach.  The door creaks open a few inches and you look out through the crack.  “I am afraid I cannot be doing that, da?” a familiar voice says.

                As your eyes adjust to the light, you let out a shrill scream and stagger backward into the room.  A horrifying parody of Russia stands outside the door, glowering at you with bright crimson eyes only slightly obscured by reddish-brown hair.  There is an almost tangible cloud of darkness around him, much more frightening than Russia’s dark aura.  With a chuckle, the door swings shut once more.

                “Hey!  Vhat is wrong?” you hear through the screaming as you’re shaken awake.

                Trembling, you blink your eyes several times until a face comes into focus above you.  Germany looks down at you tiredly and with concern.  You let out a shuddering breath and leap forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his broad chest.  “Oh man…” you sob.  “It was all a dream…”

                Germany strokes your hair soothingly, letting you get all the emotions out before questioning you.  “Nightmares?” he asks gently.  You nod.  “I sought so.  You vere skreamink in your schleep.”

                “I’m sorry,” you murmur.  “It was terrifying.”

                “Es ist fine.  Do you vant to talk about it?” he asks.

                “There isn’t much to talk about.  I was locked in a room and I heard people outside, so I called for help and when I did, the door opened a little and a guy who sounded like Russia said he couldn’t let me out, but then I looked at his face…  It wasn’t Russia.  It couldn’t have been.  He had dark hair and eyes the color of blood and this dark aura…  I thought I was going to die.  It was too vivid, too real,” you tell him, reliving it all as you do so.

                As you talk, you feel Germany stiffen, particularly when you describe the man that was and was not Russia.  “I see,” he says grimly.  “Tell me if you haf more of zese nightmares.”

                “Okay…” you respond, not sure why your nightmares would have any significance.

                “Gut.  Are you alright now?  You shoult get some schleep,” Germany says, pulling away from you a bit so he can see your face.

                You nod.  “I’m fine.  Sorry to wake you up,” you tell him, offering an apologetic smile as you lie back down on the bed.

                “Do not vorry about it.  I vas not schleepink anyvay,” Germany responds, stroking a stray hair away from your face.  Even in the semi-darkness you can see the dark circles under his eyes.  He’s been sleeping less and less lately and working more and more.  You’re worried about him, but you also don’t want to push him too far about it.  He’s been… off lately.  You aren’t really sure what’s different, but there’s something out of the ordinary.  All of the guys have seemed a little weird, but Germany in particular is worrying you.

                “Liebe, don’t forget your health is every bit as important as your work,” you tell him, your brow wrinkling with concern.

                “I am fine,” he responds, blowing it off.  “I vill go to bed soon.  Now, klose your eyes unt rest.” 

He leans over you and starts to pull your blankets back up to cover you, but you reach a hand out and touch his face.  You plant a warm kiss on his cheek before lying back down and covering yourself up.  “Goodnight, Germany,” you tell him teasingly.

“G-gootnight,” Germany responds, a little flustered as he usually is when you do something affectionate when he’s not expecting it.

You giggle softly to yourself as he walks out of the room and closes the door.  You wait until you hear his door shut down the hall before breathing a sigh of relief and allowing yourself to drift off to sleep again.