Dont Spill His Blood: GerIta Hetalia

Lonely

Germany's POV

Me and my dogs were curled up upon the creaky bed trying to keep anxiety down as we listed to the rumbling of the increasing storm. The storm itself wasn't giving me this anxiety. It was my confusion with Italy.

Yes, before I had no idea what was going on in that little head of his. But I knew his personality well. And he seems pretty much the same. . . . just sorta, off?

A sudden thump from across the hall made my heart jump. The dogs heads popped up and pointed towards the door, their ears following.

The thump had came from Italy's room. I debated on wether to go check in or just stay here and see if he does need me and comes in.

I sat staring at the dark door lost in thought.

Regaining myself I got the flash light and turned it on, and stayed quiet. I was straining my hearing so much I felt deaf. In between the rumbles of thunder it was so quiet that it was piercing.

Hours seemed to fly by...or minutes. Could have been seconds! My sense of time was all messed up.

When I was about to just turn off the light and go to bed I heard a muffled scream. It was almost in tune with the thunder. My mind flashed to the movie Italy and I were just watching. But pushing the thought away I moved the covers leaving my body unprotected by the cold.

I lightly made my way out of my room and stood in front of Italy's. I held my hand out, ready to grab the knob. But a bright flash of lightning blinded me for a moment, I caught a glimpse of the forked shape from the window at the end of the hall.

Anxiety burned in my chest and I blindly made my way to the window. Not exactly a safe place to stand in a lightning storm, but I needed to know how close that was! It could have hit a tree, the car, the house. My mind filled with scenes from Final Destination, of the hissing sparks of electricity.

Thankfully the backyard had no bright burning anything in the darkness. So I made my way back over to Italy's door. Once again debating on intruding on his privacy, or letting him come to me.

He could be doing anything on there! I could barge in and awake him from his sleep, or eh, walk in on him mastrubating. . . . But I swear I heard a scream! Or, am I just paranoid and it was the wind?

Facepalmimg I let a hand grip the cold door knob and open the door slightly. I let the light from my flash light trail the floor slowly till it landed upon his sleeping figure. He was spread out above his messy covers, hair covering his face, everything seemed normal. I turned to leave but stopped when my eyes noticed his arms.

It was hard to see with such a weak flash light, but I could clearly tell his arms were wrapped in gauze. It looked clean enough, maybe he was just practicing wrapping for future wars?

That idea soon left me as I saw the deep colour higher up near his shoulder, I couldn't see much of his arms but there could be more spots that I couldn't see.

I closed the door softly and fled to my room, engulfing my body in the now chilly covers. My two dogs looked at me and whimpered. They nudged their way under the covers taking a spot on one side of me and one near my feet.

My mind fumbled around trying to proses what I saw, and just why?

Maybe he fell and cut himself on a nail, I did hear a thump and a scream. But both arms? No. . . Earlier he did refuse to take off a jacket. . . He always wears long sleeves. Uh.

The thought if my dogs biting his arms came across. But iv seen Italy and them play wrestle around in the yard and the dogs always go easy, just light bites.

I had another thought. But I pushed it away. That was to extreme, right?

I turned off the flash light and hid under the covers completely. My German Shepard army crawled up a bit and curled up next to me, I shifted and swung my arm over its warm body and cuddled into his thick dark fur.

This is were Italy would sleep. . . . Right next to me.

I closed my mind and imagined the brunet lying next to me instead. God, I just miss him. I regret every time I would push away his hugs, get angry when he skips out on training, even his annoying constant whining.

I understand he wants to be more independent. But I feel like I'm being cut out. Like a thought in the back of his head, a person he would call out for last, just a plain friend.

Italy is my only friend. Well, there's Japan. But he's not always here with us, and he's soooo, held back.

But it feels like I'm not a best friend anymore. . . . Just. A friend.

I pursed my lips, clenching my teeth.

I can't just sit back and watch him disappear. I'll just have to fix what's making us get further apart.

My tense body loosened as my mind was calmed.

(Quick Chang Of POV- 3rd Person)

The blond breathed in deeply finally feeling more relaxed. The dogs that hid under the blankets with him were fast asleep, puffing out hot light breaths.

The young man also tumbled into a deep sleep. Hugging his bonded dreaming of old memories he and his friend once shared.