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Gilbert Beilschmidt and Matthew Williams had nothing in common. Gilbert was stupid. Matthew was smart. Gilbert was rude. Matthew was nice. But there was just one similarity between them. They were both lonely. However, this difference didn't change a thing between the both of them. It didn't make them closer, at least for now. So what happens when both of them are forced to stick together?

Germany would alway have a nightmare about waching Italy die and he could never do anything about it, but he would always wake up to Italy's comforting arms. (Cover picture by /stlch3d-up on deviantart)

As the dream faded, and darkness appeared, I cried in my sleep. This was the fifth time this week I had done this. I barely got any sleep and Germany's daily routine health runs, weren't even keeping me up to my happy go-to self. I sniffled; wiping off the rest of my dried up tears, and curling up under the thin covers. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel as if every time I'm day dreaming...every time I'm sleeping... I see him. I see Holy Roman Empire... But why?