GerUk/GerEng Collection

Please Hold my Hand

   It was a quiet night. Though the outside was cold and a light snow fell, inside, two lovers enjoyed a peaceful evening and each other's company. Unfortunately one of them would be leaving for home in a few days, but such was the life of a nation. But at least they had each other as they laid in their bed, just drinking each other in. Despite knowing how these meetings would end, England had recently been finding it hard to say goodbye. He wasn't sure what triggered such emotions considering he had been dating Germany for a few decades and expected to be used to this aspect of the relationship by now. He chalked it up to just one of his melancholic waves that occasionally happened.

     As he let his mind wander, the Englishman lazily stared at his lover who was propped up against the headboard, engrossed in the book he was reading. England felt truly lucky. Not only was Germany a dedicated and hardworking person, but he was also quite handsome with his piercing blue eyes and strong build. England still felt undeserving of his love from time to time, feeling Germany could do so much better. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the growing negative thoughts. He was better than this. He turned to look out the window to try to distract himself but the snow only reminded him of rain and the rain only reminded him of rifles, pain, and loneliness. 'So much for that idea,' England thought as he flipped back over to look at Germany.

     As the sinking feeling grew and the dark thoughts became too much England finally broke. "Hey," England called softly, "I need you to promise me something..."

    "What?"

     "Promise you'll hold my hand whenever I'm scared."     "Okay..." Germany agreed, unsure what brought this sudden comment. Then England grabbed his hand. "Eng-England? What's going on?"

     When he saw the German's face twist into a frown, England buried himself into the covers, feeling guilty for ruining the content mood. Although he did feel guilty, he couldn't stop himself from continuing, "I'm scared that you'll disappear."

     "Arthur?"

     'Great I'm worrying him,' the Englishman thought.

     "What's going on?" England remained silent, not wanting to make the situation worse. Germany spoke softer, "Please... tell me where this is coming from?"

     "I don't know..." England whispered, pulling the covers away from his face. "I just love you so much...and when I give myself to someone, they leave. Whenever you leave London or I leave Berlin, part of me fears that I'll never see you again!" He flipped himself on his back, growing embarrassed by his sudden emotional outburst. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears that were forming. "Sorry love. I just haven't been feeling the best these past few days."

     England tried to move his hand, but Germany kept his grip. He said, "you asked me to hold your hand when you were scared. And right now, I can tell you're scared."

     His eyes were wide and his whole face was red. Usually, it was the other way around. Usually, he was the one to comfort Germany from a nightmare or the overbearing guilt of the past. But now it was England's turn to be comforted. He stared into his partner's light blue eyes that looked back with love and determination. Germany leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the Brit's lips and said Brit happily kissed back. Germany wrapped his free arm around England, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

     "I love you," Ludwig said breathlessly, pulling away, "and I'm not going anywhere."England felt his cheeks get warmer so he buried his face into Germany's shoulder, trying to hide his blush. "I love you too," he whispered.