Today was one of those days, you hated the most, one of those days every girl dreaded. Yep, it was' THAT' time of the month, the time the mood swings would come, and your stomach was tying knots repeatedly. You groan in pain and annoyance as another wave of cramps wash over you. Nobody new what was wrong with you, they just thought you were bipolar. Italy, Germany, and Japan came over earlier asking you What was wrong, but you ended up crying, laughing, falling out, and screaming at them. you even threw a lamp at poor Italy. America, China, Russia, even England came over. No one, knew what to do anymore, and eventually every one gave up.
You clench your teeth and cry out, mewling and fisting your shirt tightly. Your eyes darkened, "When I find you mother nature, I will destroy every piece of your being until there's nothing left." you murmured used your breath. Suddenly you burst into tears, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME??!!! WHAT'D I EVER DO YOU YOU??!!! WAAAAHHHH!!!" You scream at particularly nothing. You lay on the couch, sulking, not even noticing someone come into the house. " _____?" asked the Nordic, formally known as Iceland. "You look up from your sulking, at the silver haired man, only for you to burst back into tears.
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! WHY WON'T IT JUST LEAVE." you wail. Something inside him clicked. He felt with something like this before with his previous girlfriend. "_-____ are you perhaps, on your period?" he blushed. You blink, how did he know? every one else thought it was just a bad case of being bipolar. "Finally someone who understands me!" You yelled jumping up to hug him but another wave of cramps had taken you down, making you groan. "____! are you okay?" he says hurting next to you. "Why me?! WHY ME!" suddenly he got an idea, He had been through this kind of situation with his previous girlfriend.
Why you were to busy sulking and whining, he flipped you on your stomach, lifting your shirt toward your mid-back. "H-HEY WHAT ARE YOU-" but you were cut off by his cool hands touching your bare skin. You bury your face in the cushion , as you slowly felt the cramps ease away. Emil's hands danced across your lower back, causing you to loosen your grip on the couch and your eyes start to close.
He took his hands off your back, when your breathing slowed, signaling you were asleep. He smile at your peaceful face, picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your room. He opened the door to you, and gently laid you on the bed. He was about to walk off, when he felt someone tug on his shirt. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, "P-please stay..." you say. He smiled down at you, "Sure." He climbed in your bed and laid down next to you. You snuggle up under his arm, as he pulled you into and embrace, and you both feel asleep snuggling each other.
