*Note: On May 21st there were a total of thirteen bombs set off in Savina's homeland by a mentally disturbed citizen, killing a lot of people (one was in a school). The whole thing rattled Savina so much that she begins to have PTSD.*
Amelia jerked upwards with a cry of fear. She sat, shaking, in bed. The sheets had bunched around her waist. Cold sweat clung to her brow and tears were slowly streaking down her cheeks. Her ragged breaths were the only sound in the room.
Suddenly a warm, slightly calloused hand landed on her lower back, under her baggy shirt, rubbing soothing circles into the warm skin. She cringed in on herself as she came back to the real world.
"Are you alright poppet?" Arthur's voice was slightly gravely from sleep.
"Y-yeah. I-I'm okay." She turned and nuzzled into his arms, laying back down with him. "It was just a nightmare. Well it was more of a memory."
The Englishman sighed slightly, running a hand through her hair.
"They have been getting worse lately. Is there something that happened around this time?" He asked.
Amelia lifted her head and got a glazed look in her eyes as she thought about it.
"It's nearly May 21st. The May 21st bombing only happen two years ago. It's still really fresh." She rubbed at the scars on her shoulder.
Savina sighed.
"I just get so worried that it's going to happen again." She mumbled.
Arthur sighed and pulled her tighter to his frame. He pressed a small, reassuring kiss to the top of her head.
"It won't. Meggie won't let it happen a second time." England said, trying to keep all the emotion out of his voice.
Savina sighed, going silent and tears started to stream down her face faster. After a few more moments of silence, when England was beginning to think that she may have fallen asleep, a loud, shuddering, sob broke through the air.
Amelia's slim frame shuddered and shook as she cried. Her tears soaked the front of the his shirt.
Arthur was frozen in shock for a bit before he snapped out of his trance and wrapped both arms around tightly his sobbing girlfriend. It was hard to make Amelia cry, let alone full body raking, heart wrenching sobs.
"I-I'm st-still s-so s-s-scarred!" She cried. "I-it still h-hurts s-so much!"
Her usually sunny voice was now choked and afraid. It broke Iggy's heart to hear.
"Shhh. Don't cry love. Everything will be alright. I've got you." He soothed, pulling her impossibly closer and pressing his mouth into her hair in a comforting way.
That method didn't seem to work so he began to think of other ways to calm her down. He ended up bringing up a memory of Francis calming Mistica down by kissing her as hard as possible and distracting her.
It wasn't his favorite idea but it was worth a try.
With as much force and gentleness that he could muster at once Arthur grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her lips to his.
Amelia let out a strangled yelp of surprise before she relaxed into the kiss and began to reciprocate the gesture. Finally the call for air came and the pulled apart, not going very far.
Bright, sky blue eyes searched his for an answer to soothe her confusion.
"I love you." He allowed a small smile to mold his lips.
"I love you too Iggy." She said with a chuckle, carefully leaning her forehead on his.
Her eyes slid shut in bliss and she smiled.
"Thank you Arthur." She whispered.
England whispered a small "you're welcome" as he wiped away the stubborn tears on her cheeks.
"Now let's go back to sleep. It's still early." He murmured, adjusting her a bit. "Good-night love."
"Mmh. Good-night my sunshine." She murmured back before falling asleep in the safety of Iggy's embrace.
