Hetalia Oneshots

LietPol - Sleep With Me

TW: Abuse mention/flashback

It was Lithuania's first day of being married to Poland, and let's just say it wasn't going well. So far, he'd had to deal with Poland's loud, obnoxious nature; his own feelings not being acknowledged at all; and he's had to endure the "Poland Rule." In other words, it had been absolute torture. He was looking forward to just crawling into bed and finally getting some rest.

    "Uh, well, about that..." Poland shifted nervously from foot to foot, his eyes looking anywhere but at Lithuania.

    "We've... only got one bed." Lithuania's heart sank. "I-It's totally, like, a double bed though! We can both fit! It doesn't have to be, like, awkward or anything..." his voice trailed off anxiously. Lithuania sighed.

    "Well, I guess that's how it is. But seriously, I thought you'd at least have another bed." He muttered this last part under his breath, not wanting to come off as rude.

    "Well, okay then! I'll get changed! And you can, uh, wait for me!" With this last statement, Poland rushed off into the bedroom to change.

    Lithuania decided that he might as well change in the bathroom instead of wasting his time standing around waiting for Poland. He walked down the fairly long corridor until he reached the door that led into the bathroom. He stepped inside and locked the door.

    He had been carrying his suitcase around all day, so he had his nightclothes with him. He hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He tried to avoid looking in the mirror, as then he could see his scars, and that reminded him of bad times.

    After he finished changing, he stepped out of the room and proceeded down the corridor. He knocked gently on the bedroom door.

    "L-like, wait!" came a panicked voice from the other side. He sighed once more. Was Poland really taking this long?

    Suddenly, the door was flung open, almost hitting Lithuania in the face, to reveal a very flustered Poland in a pink nightdress. Lithuania suppressed a giggle.

    "D-don't laugh! That's totally uncool!" he stuttered, his face only reddening with each second that passed by.

    "Sorry, I just didn't expect-"

    "Yeah, just... just get in!" Poland grabbed Lithuania's wrist and tugged him inside.

    Awkwardly, the two climbed into bed together. The bed was just large enough for them to sleep without touching each other - or would be, if Poland didn't hog almost the entire mattress.

    Lithuania tried to just lie down and sleep, but Poland didn't seem to be able to get comfortable. He tossed and turned, seemingly unable to just settle down.

    Lithuania was almost falling off the bed at this point, so he decided to say something.

    "Hey Poland..." he whispered tentatively.

    "Mhm?" came a sleepy voice.

    "Can you - can you maybe give me a little more space? I'm kind of falling off the bed here."

    Poland turned sleepily to look at him, his green eyes hooded and his hair messy. "Well, I'm like... the owner of this house... so I should have the most space..." His voice was drowsy, and he constantly trailed off. Lithuania gritted his teeth. Couldn't Poland just think about others for once? Was that too much to ask?

    Eventually, he decided to accept his life of clinging onto the mattress, and just try to fall asleep. Soon, he could feel his head going fuzzy, and his body sinking into what little mattress he was lying on. The pull of sleep was so gentle, so tempting, that he gave in right away and let himself be carried away.

    However, his dreams soon turned to nightmares, a dark, looming figure ever-present and getting closer. He could feel cold, icy fingers on his shoulders and that was when he realised that what he was wearing wasn't his military uniform at all, but a revealing maid suit. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, and yet he still wasn't prepared for what was coming; he never was.

    CRASH! A sharp pain seared through his back. CRASH! And another. CRASH! With every crash of the whip, he could feel more and more pain, feel the wounds as if they were new and fresh and not just scars from long ago. He couldn't take it anymore. He was gasping, crying, begging for it to stop, but it wouldn't, it wouldn't. Suddenly, he felt a pair of warm arms embrace him, jerking him awake.

    "Hey... I got you. You don't need to be afraid."

    Lithuania looked upwards, to see blond hair covering his face.

    "Poland?" The blond nation just smiled at him. He smiled back. He had no idea someone as selfish as Poland could be so comforting.

    "You don't need to worry anymore. No one can hurt you here. You're safe." Lithuania buried his head in Poland's chest, breathing in the scent of fields, of horses, of farms... of Poland.

    Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.