Germany couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried, he was plagued by nightmares of the day's events and by the dark, smothering memories of his past. Everything was his fault, it had to be... He had failed as a son.... Twice. But Britain was safe under Soviet's watchful eye... He hoped.
Sighing, he rubbed his exhausted eyes, giving up on sleep entirely and pulling on a plain white t-shirt and navy-blue jeans that Britain had kept from when he was a child. Quietly, Ger tiptoed out of his room, went downstairs (being careful not to disturb the floorboards) and flopped forlornly onto the sofa.
"Can't sleep either?" Someone asked, stepping out of the darkness, shrouded in shadow.
"E-EU?"
"Nope," chuckling, the figure flicked on a torch, revealing herself to be a young-looking nation with fluffy, cloud-like hair, mischievous emerald-green eyes, and... red dragon wings?
"Who are you?" Germany whispered, semi-convinced that he was hallucinating.
"Oh, sorry!" the nation giggled, eyes glittering in the torchlight, "I'm Wales!"
"...Elaborate-"
"I'm one of the UK's home nations... The USSR said it would be safer for Britain if she split into her nations for tonight, just in case..."
Not really understanding, Germany nodded at the dragon woman, his brain trying to de-fuzz itself as she spoke. "Will she be ok?"
"She'll be fine... She's just lonely, I doubt she means what she said... She was too scared last time. Even so, I hope this isn't too serious..."
"She's... lonely? And 'LAST TIME'?"
"Not many people have spoken to her since Brex*t, and fewer still show her any kindness. She'd do anything to be with someone who cared about her, especially someone like-"
"Sowjet..."
"Exactly," Wales smiled sadly, "And yes, there was a 'last time', but she was drunk, so France thought nothing of it and nothing was done. I doubt Brit even remembers it... Anyway, fancy some pancakes?"
"Ja, if that's not too much trouble!"
"Pancakes always taste better at midnight," Wales grinned, materialising two plates of gooey pancakes seemingly from thin air.
"Danke," Germany whispered, getting the distinct impression that questioning Wales was absolutely pointless.
Knock, knock, knock.
Glancing confusedly over at Wales, Germany pulled open the door, his companion shining her torch into the doorway.
"AMERIKA, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TURN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT... IN A SKIRT?"
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Operation Amerika || BritSov
Hayran KurguHello reader, ever thought to yourself 'hey, what if an extremely drunk America broke into Germany's house at 3am with his pants on his head?' I'm guessing you probably haven't, for reasons I can't quite explain, I have..! :') Why? Who knows! Am I i...
