GerUk/GerEng Collection

Late Night Chat

   It was the middle of the night when Germany awoke in a cold sweat with the burning memory of screams and blood (although that was all he could grasp at). He tried to lay back down and go back to sleep, but images from the past flashed behind his closed eyes. With a huff, he hauled his slightly shaking body off the bed. He made his way to the window, opening to curtains to view the city below. "You would think after 75 years...:" Ludwig muttered to himself. He considered going for a walk, but Canada in November was a little chilly, especially at night. Maybe a walk down to the lobby would help.

     Hey quietly made his way down the long stretch of tacky hotel carpet and walls of doors. As he entered the lobby, he noticed a familiar mop of blond hair seated at one of the breakfast tables.

     "What are you doing up at this hour?" Germany asked as he took a seat across from the other nation.

     "I could ask the same thing about you, love," England retorted, taking Germany's hand in his own.

     "Point taken, but still..."

     "Well...I'm not tired. Are you?"

     Germany shook his head.

     "Well, The night's still young." England began to lightly kiss his partner's hand, "so, something on your mind?"

     "I suppose..."

     England stopped. "Nightmares?"

     Germany paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed by the whole situation. "Ja," he finally stated.

     "Want to talk about it?" England offered, rubbing the other's knuckles. "You don't have to, dear. I know it's hard, I've been there." He made his way over to a ledge with a teapot and multiple teabags. "I just put on some tea. It should be ready any minute now. Would you like some? "

"Sure."

     Within a matter of minutes, the kettle whistled as it puffed steam. England grabbed himself a teabag and plopped it in the styrofoam cup offered by the hotel. England began, "Which tea would you like? We have some lemon, Chai..."

     "Chamomile?"

     England scanned the rack for, eventually finding one lone tea bag of chamomile. England returned to their table with two cups in hand. "One chamomile tea with two sugars, just as you like it" England cheered, offering one of the cups to Germany.

     Germany took a sip of his tea, letting it fully engulf him in warmth. "So what are you doing up?"

     "Just restless," England said, enjoying his own tea, "I'm not the best sleeper, especially when staying at a place that is not my home."

     "Or my place."

     "Perhaps that because those are my safe places," England smirked as Germany's cheeks turned red. "You're so easily flustered love."

     Germany covered his cheeks, only growing more embarrassed. "England...please..."

     "Sorry, but you are absolutely adorable," the Brit laughed. Germany shot him a glare. "Okay, okay, I'll stop," England finally agreed, raising his hands in defense.

     "So what should we do now?"

     "Do you want me to stay in your room tonight...or you could come to mine?" Germany intertwined their fingers feeling a little guilty for intruding. England squeezed his hand back, "Love, we both need sleep. Perhaps this arrangement will solve both our problems." With that, Germany agreed and the two walked hand in hand back to England's room.

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     "You okay?" Germany asked as he pulled the covers over himself and England.

     "Yes...are you?"

     Germany fidgeted slightly, the memories of his nightmare still at the back of his mind. "I think so..."

     "Good. Now let's get some sleep." England snuggled in against his boyfriend. "And Germany," England whispered, "remember I am right here and I won't let anything happen to you ever again." Germany was left speechless. He didn't know what to say, so he simply pulled the other closer, fearing that if he let go, England would be gone.

     "Danke..." Germany whispered back, placing a light kiss on his lover's head. As he listened to England's breathing, he felt his eyes grow heavy, and eventually, he fell back asleep.