His little miracle

Nightmares are dreams in disguise

I bolted straight up, I felt a little bit of sweat drip down my forehead. The room was pitch black dark, as if it were a cave. I felt my surroundings. Silk sheets colored a seashell white, the feathered pillows shaped of hearts surround the top of the bed. It was my bedroom, but I didn't see any blood. I looked for the blood stains that were surrounded by my bed, but found none. "Was it a dream," I asked myself. I made my way to the side of my bed, one foot at a time as I stepped down on and off my stool. I wasn't tall enough to get on my own, so he gave me the stool so I can use it till I got older. I felt my night gown kiss my toes, it was normal for my clothes to be slightly big on me. I ran toward my window that leaked the moons kiss of the light. As I pulled the curtains, I saw the snow attached to the side walk. The lamps still on, for the night walkers who wanted time alone. I had been going through my memory. The dream looked to real. I looked under my bed; no men hiding under. The closet was empty, there were no hidden weapons in my drawers. "It wasn't real," I whispered to myself. "It wasn't real, he wouldn't leave you."

Knock Knock

The door sang to me. "Who could be up at this hour," I asked myself. I sighed and walked to my door. I opened it slightly to see blue eyes that were above me. I saw his messy blonde hair, I saw his blue eyes had bags under them. He was probably in a deep sleep before he woke up. "Mon cher," he yawned. "I heard some noise and wanted to see if you were alright." I nodded to him for a reply. I was still too worried about the dream. Might as well be a nightmare, because of how it seemed.

"I had a nightmare," I whispered, I hid behind the door. Still the little child, that I am. He chuckled. "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight, then?" He asked me, for a sad reply, I lifted my arms up. He chuckled at me as I was lifted up. We walked away from my bedroom door, and toward the hallway that lead to the kitchen. The lights were off, only the candles gave away the small path that glowed with the small dim. I eyed the shadows that were not lit. Suspious of a mad man trying to harm him and I.
Once we've passed the kitchen, he opened a door that was by a glass vase filled with a single rose. The room was dark, not a single drop of light leaked in. I felt him climb on his bed, then set me down. I forget that he didn't need a stool like me for bed. "Try to sleep, my Monique," he told me. "Papa has something planned tomorrow. And he needs his rest, so it can be done." He kissed my forehead and lay his head on the mountain of pillows.
"Goodnight, Papa," I whispered as I kissed his forehead. He was already asleep when he bid me my goodnight. I stayed awake for a while, scared that everything will be gone. The feeling of my eyes getting heavy for sleep called. I lay my head on Papa's chest and tried to cover us both his blankets.
"Nightmares on dreams in disguise," I whispered. "Nothing more, nothing less."

Author's Note: Hello, this was my first chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it, it's obvious I do not own Hetalia. But we can all wish can't we. Don't be scared to comment!