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Hello! Could I request Russia and Germany with a S/O who has a really bad insomnia, like REALLY bad (me honestly😂) thank you so much! 💕
You're welcome!
Russia
Your body moved up and down. The action didn’t lull you to sleep but it was still relaxing. You could tell he was drifting in and out of sleep by the way his breathing would slow and speed up.
“Can you not sleep.” He grumbled. Since you were laying on his chest his words caused you to shake more than the breathing had.
You shook your head ‘no’ before pressing the top of your head under his chin. It seemed like he fell asleep again but quickly woke himself up.
“Do you need something to drink? We can put on the TV.” He didn’t wait for an answer, as he stretched his arm to grab the TV remote. He sleepily turned the TV on and put on your favorite movie that he had recorded. “Water?” He asked again. He shifted to get up slightly before you wrapped your arms around his shoulder.
“I’m fine Vanya.” You murmured placing a kiss on his cheek. He kissed your temple and fully relaxed into the bed again. You both know it would be stupid for him to stay up since it seemed nothing could really put you to sleep and you were waiting for your sleeping pill to kick in. He would wake up every hour or so and check up on you, Rubbing your back until he fell asleep again.
Germany
“I still think you should start taking those pills.” He grumbled. His large hands massaged your shoulders before moving to your waist.
“I told you they mess me up for the rest of the day.” You replied. Your eyelids drooped heavily giving you the false idea of slumber. “Go to sleep Lulu.” You murmured running a hand through his hair and scratching at his scalp.
“I don’t understand. You’ve been sleeping so good. We finally got a good system down and then all of a sudden you can’t sleep again.” He continued. He watched the ceiling fan whirl as he racked his brain for an answer to improve your sleeping condition. A good nights sleep could be a difference between a good day and a bad day after all. And he needed you to be fully aware for the activities he had scheduled for tomorrow. ‘well actually today.’ He thought to himself as he looked over at the clock that read 12:17
“It’s okay Lulu. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal tomorrow night. These things come and go. And It’ll be good maybe the lack of sleep will help me sleep better.” You hummed. “You need to sleep however.”
He sighed like a child after his mother just told him he needed to stop playing and take a nap.
“I can’t sleep when you can’t. I feel bad.” He grumbled burying his face into your hair.
“Don’t feel bad. I don’t mind seriously.” You assured turning your head to look at him.
“I’m going to stay awake anyways.” He decided not taking into account anything you said. Knowing your probably couldn’t change his mind you just rolled your eyes and closed your eyes trying to finally get some sleep.
I love angst, so may I request the reactions of Romano and Germany when their abused s/o has a nightmare where he is replaced by her abuser and s/o is scared to tell him about her dream because she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings and is scared that he’ll be angry at her?
💕I love angst too!💕
Germany
Your breath came out as a wild pant. Your legs shook and your knees wobbled, but the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall made your flight senses kick in running up to your shared room you quickly through yourself into the bathroom and into the cabinet under the sink. Before you were completely under the cabinet you pushed the door slightly closed with your foot, praying he didn’t hear you. Tucking yourself up as small as you could you closed the cabinet door.
Your heart seemed to be pounding throughout your body and you had to stop the wave of nausea that cane over you. You winced as the deep purple bruise on your back brushed up against the plumbing under the sink.
That was just from this morning.
“Y/N.” His deep voice rang out. His voice was one of the things that attracted you to him at first. It was deep and his accent almost made it sound like it was rumbling in his chest. It was powerful and you felt safe- until one night he came home ‘drunk’ and kicked you around.
You didn’t believe his drunk story. You were with him before when he got drunk and the only thing that changed was that he became a little more childlike and giggly- not a ragging monster.
“Come on Y/N.” He chuckled. “I know you’re here somewhere. Come on. I didn’t mean what happened earlier. Next time just be more careful when making coffee.” You could hear his voice getting louder and louder. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I was trying to push you out of the way so you wouldn’t get burned.” You heard the light switch to the bedroom flick on. “Now come here so I can take care of you. Show me where I hurt you and I’ll make it better, I promise.”
You thought for a moment maybe it was an accident. What if he was just trying to help you? You are a little bit clumsy afterall. Tears Welt up in your eyes. Shaking your head you hoped that the thought of him trying to protect you flung out of your mind. ‘He hates me.’ You repeated to yourself eternally. ‘He doesn’t love me’ you continued. ‘He’s an evil monster.’
“Oh I’m an evil monster?” You heard a chuckle from the other side of the cracked door. You heard the bed creak signifying that he sat down.
You’re heart sped up and you wondered if you said it aloud.
‘How did you hear me?’ You asked. Not aloud of course. The sound of your voice bounced of the walls of your brain and you just wanted to scratch the feeling away. Bringing your hands up you yanked at your hair and whimpered softly.
“How can I hear you? Darling I am you.” He said aloud. The bed creaked again and you heard his heavy footsteps drag across the floor.
‘Wha-what. N-no.’ You mumbled, tears were rolling down your cheeks now.
“Yes, sweetie. I’m the monster you created.” He said again. This time the door to the bathroom creaked fully opened, and you could see the light flood through the cracks of the cabinet. “All of this is going on in that beautiful little head of yours- but it’s only a matter of time before it comes true.
“What a-are you sa-saying.” You asked. It was the first time you said something out loud.
“Well you always seem to have a knack for messing up perfectly good things. It’s your fault you get treated like this. You were born for this.” You could hear the ruffling of his clothes and you wondered what he was doing. “You were born to be weak.”
“No.” You said softly.
“Yes darling.”
Everything got super quiet before he spoke again. His voice sounded like it was right against your ear and you swore you could feel his breath against your neck.
“Your Just born to be someone’s prey.”
The cabinet door swung open.
Your eyes snapped open.
Dark
Everything was dark.
You tried to sit up so you could flick on a light, but a heavy arm kept you from doing so. Looking over you realized who the arm belonged to and used all the strength in your shaking body to push the arm off of you.
Throwing yourself to the night table you knocked the lamp over trying to find the string to pull.
“Kätzchen? What’s wrong?” The bed jolted and two strong arms wrapped themselves around you.
“No! Don’t touch me!” You screeched. Those arms quickly faded away from you and you jumped off the bed and tucked yourself against the wall.
His bedside lamp flickered on and illuminated the whole room. You pressed yourself deeper into the wall and wished to fade away.
“Kätzchen? Look at me.” Ludwig’s voice called out softly. You shook your head and vigorously whipped away the tears that were flooding down your face. “It’s me, Kätzchen, it’s me. Why are you afraid?” The tenderness in his voice caused your heart to crack a little.
Working up the courage you finally looked over at him. He was standing next to his side of the bed facing you and he had his hands raised, like he was showing you he wouldn’t cause you any harm. The dream quickly flashed through your head and another choked sob left you lips.
A shaky breath left his form and you knew that this was hurting him as much as it was you. He walked away from the bed very slowly and made his way around to your side of the bed. He didn’t try to touch you though, he simply sat down on the bed. He was about 5 feet away from you.
“You’re shaking.” You murmured softly.
“Yes.” He replied softly. He lowered his hand that were still up in the air and rubbed them together, like it would stop the shaking. “You’re Freaking me out.” He continued. You could feel his soft eyes staring at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.
“I scare you?”
“Mmmmh.” He hummed in agreement. “Your scared of me aren’t you?” He asked.
You didn’t answer- you couldn’t.
“That’s what scares me.” He said again. You heard a crack in his voice and cursed yourself in your head. “Nightmare?” He sighed.
You nodded your head.
“You were hurting me in my dream.” You mumbled after a short quiet minute. “You could hear my thoughts and told me I was weak.”
“You aren’t.” He said quickly. “You know I once had a dream,” he laid down on the bed, “that I was falling from space and I fell into the ocean and I was adopted by a school of fish.” He stated. You couldn’t help but give a small giggle. “Now first of all- I would never go up into space- even if I had the opportunity. Second of all, even I would die if I fell from space.” He chuckled softly.
You adored this side of him.
“The point I’m trying to make is that dreams- while they can be scary and stupid, they aren’t real. And they shouldn’t be something to worry about especially since I’m promising you, I would never do anything to hurt you, Kätzchen, ever.”
You smiled softly and felt all of your fear slowly drift away.
“Can you tell me more about your dreams?” You asked softly. You got into bed next to him and laid your head and his stomach. Bringing one of his hands down he gently massages your scalp making you relax.
“Of course.”
Romano
You stayed silent as the car hummed quietly from underneath you. You tried to stare out your window but your eyes nervously made their way back to him. He was in the drivers seat. His grip on the stealing while was so tight it looked like it was going to snap under his strong hands.
His breathing was labored and he would shift uncomfortably in his seat every few minutes. He could feel you staring and turned his head to look at you. You didn’t dare make eye contact with those fiery olive eyes.
“Lovi, I’m sorry. Please don’t get mad.” You murmured finally. You always knew he was protective- but this was becoming a whole new level.
“Well maybe if you didn’t dress like such a slut, he wouldn’t have come up to you.” He growled. The car sped up as did your heart rate.
“Excuse me?” You gasped, turning your head to look at him.
“You heard me, bitch.” He spat. You felt a sharp pain go through your heart as it broke. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to get oxygen in your lungs.
“What, gonna cry?” He mocked as he pulled up to your shared house.
“What’s wrong with you?” You shouted, as you quickly opened the car door before slamming it shut. “I didn’t do anything wrong and you know it!” You shouted again walking up the driveway. You felt nauseous as you practically stumbled up the steps.
Before you could get to the top step the back of your head received a hard slap. The action caused you to almost fall, but Lovino gripped your hair before you fell and yanked you back up so your back was against his chest.
“Don’t make a fucking scene.” He grumbled, He then shoved you forward causing you to smack against the hard wooden door.
A loud sob escaped your lips as you prayed this was all some kind of sick dream.
“Don’t you dare cry, Bella.” The use of your nickname made your head snap up.
“Bella.”
“Bella.”
“Bella.”
“Bella!?”
You shot up and almost hit Lovino in the face of he didn’t have fast reflexes.
“Jesus, What happened.” He murmured from beside you. “Y/N” He asked a little after you didn’t respond.
You whimpered softly and tucked your knees to your chest. “Bella?” He mumbled tenderly. He softly scooted so he was next to you. This wasn’t the first time a dream like this had plagued your nights.
“Was it bad?” He asked. You nodded your head and leaned against him slightly. He made no move to hold you, in fear of scaring you. “Will You be able to go back to sleep?”
You thought for a moment but shook your head no.
“How about we go downstairs and I’ll make you some of my famous breakfast.” He smiled.
“Your famous breakfast is just pizza with a side of scrambled eggs.” You giggled slightly. He chuckled and hummed in agreement.
“But it’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had, don’t lie.” He smiled placing a small kiss on your temple.
“Thank you, Lovi.”
“Anything for my beautiful girl.”
Intense make out sessions with face fam? :') thank you
America
You gasped against his lips making a small smirk creep into his face. Alfred grabbed your hips tightly again and pulled them down against his. Both of you moaning at the friction his flipped over so you were laying with your back against the couch.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled pressing kisses down the side of your face. Stopping around your pulse he bit into your flesh enjoying the feeling of your heated body arching against him. Grabbing the back of his head you brought his face back up and slammed your mouth against his.
“I love you.” You panted once you had to break apart.
“Love you too baby.” He murmured leaning his head back down and capturing your lips.
England
“What.....if......someone....walks..in” you panted as Arthur pressed his body more against yours. His lips never once stopped attacking your own, even when those words left your numb lips.
“Like I give a shït.” He grumbled. The vibration l of his words made your lips tingle.
“That’s unlike you.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.
“That was before I became obsessed with you.” He smiled against your lips.
France
The yellow, blue and pink lights of the club faded. As did the people all around you. The only thing you could focus on was your back pressed against the wall and a pair of familiar lips passionately attaching themselves to yours.
“Francis.” You moaned against his lips.
“Yes.” He chuckled stopping his attack on your lips and moving up to kiss your temple.
“Can we go somewhere else? Please.” You mumbled against his jaw. He groaned and grinded himself against you. Leaning down he pressed another passionate kiss against your lips. Bringing one of your hands away from his chest you wrapped your fingers in his hair that was tied back but slowly lossening due to your tight grip.
“Your wish is my command.” He smirked pressing a kiss against your forehead.
Canada
You both panted as you pulled away but that was short lived before his lips came smashing back into yours.
“Mattie.” You moaned as his hips dug slightly into yours.
He smirk softly and pressed your body deeper into the couch. Your fingers ran there way up his strong, broad shoulders before sliding back down his chest.
“Maple, we Are going to have to leave soon. I don’t think you want to start that.” He grumbled against your lips.
“We can be late.” You smirked, your hands gripping on to his belt.
Hey do you still post? How would ludwig and gilbert react if a close friend told them they dont feel like they're a priorty for anyone, but everyone expects to be a priorty for them?
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💕I’m going to combined them💕
You heard a heavy knock at the door before that said door slammed open. You winced and buried yourself deeper into the covers. You already knew who it was, and I guess this is what you get for not responding to their texts/calls.
“Y/N.” Ludwig deep voice rang out. He sounded like he was in the livingroom.
“Y/N!” Gilbert screeched. You almost had to suppress an unwanted smile as you heard his footsteps run around your apartment.
“Would you knock it off? What if she is asleep?” Ludwig grumbled.
“I liked you more when you could fit in a suitcase.” Gil grumbled back. “Remember respect your elders.” You swore their conversation continued, but you couldn’t make out the words. They probably switched to german.
Finally you heard a light knock on your bedroom door before it opened softly.
“Y/N?” Ludwig whispered into the dark room. You debated whether or not you should say anything. You decided to shift a little so he knew you were awake. “Are you Sick, hurt?” He questioned. You heard his footsteps get closer and you heard the chair across the room squeak against the floor, signaling he pulled it close to your bed.
“No.” You assured quietly. That said quiet was soon interrupted when Gilbert practically ran into your room and hopped on the bed. He laid so his arms were sprawled out and one of them wrapped around you.
“How’s my little sister doing?” He hummed. It sounded like his mouth was full. “Oh by the way that ice cream in there is delicious.”
Ludwig said something to him roughly in German. You assumed he was scolding him.
“We were worried about you. You haven’t answered your phone in two days.” Ludwig huffed. You peaked your head out from under the covers. Gil had turned on the hall lights so some light was splashing into the dark room.
“I just don’t feel good.” You groaned burying your face into your pillow. Gilbert moved your pillow and adjusted you so your face was now buried in his chest rather than your pillow.
“I thought you said you weren’t sick?” Ludwig asked.
“She means sick in the head Ludwig .” Gil mumbled. “Don’t mind him, he hasn’t been around woman as long as I have.” Gilbert murmured teasingly against your head.
“Well I have been around mentally unsound people most of my life- so I would know about being mentally sick.” Ludwig snickered at Gilbert. You could practically feel their glaring contest. You squirmed a little bit almost as a way of reminding them that you were there.
“So what’s wrong beautiful?” Gilbert asked.
“I don’t know.” You grumbled.
“Yes you do. You can tell us Y/N.” Ludwig piped in.
You waited a little while and mulled over your answer. You already knew what they problem was because you have felt this way ever since you could remember. Some days were worse than others though.
“Do you ever just feel like you aren’t a priority to other people, but they expect themselves to be a priority in your life.”
The room was silent for a few moments and you wanted to smack yourself for actually saying how you felt.
“Why didn’t you tell us you felt that way?” Ludwig asked. He sounded a little hurt.
“I’m not talking about you guys.” You insisted. “You guys take care of me. I-I Just- I don’t know.” You sighed.
“We adore you beautiful- you know that don’t you?” Gil questioned. He squeezed you tighter against his chest soothingly. You nodded your head yes.
You knew they did. They have been your best friends since you could remember, they always showed you how much they loved you- in different ways of course. Gilbert would shout that he loved you every time you walked into the room and Ludwig would make you cookies, tell you stories and buy cute little things that reminded him of you. The would both protect you with their lives too.
“Oh I know! How about we go on a vacation! That’s what we do when I’m sad!” Gil suggested.
The thought of going on some wild, crazy and well thought out adventure with these two did sound fun.
Hetalians and their guilty pleasures?
!This ask is so old! Sorry for dropping the ball!
America
Probably McDonalds
England
He likes to steal things from hotels. He’ll follow the maid around until she leaves her chart in the hall and steal some towels. He has a little huge collection of all the towels he’s stolen.
France
Ordering Takeout. He absolutely loves to cook and is really good at it but there is just something so fun about grabbing something to eat and digging into something greasy.
Russia
People watching. I don’t mean stalking but he loves sitting in a coffee shop or getting dinner and watching people.
China
He loves reality TV. Especially the housewives. He just adores a good cat fight.
Canada
Romance movies. The sappier the better.
Italy
Eating in bed. He loves to eat and sleep so its a good combination.
Japan
He takes great joy in binge watching a whole season of a show in a day
Germany
Staying in his pajamas all day. If there is a day where he doesn’t have to get ready then he will be in sweatpants all day.
Prussia
Staying in bed all day. He says it’s a guilty pleasure but it’s probably more because he’s depressed.
Romano
listening to love songs. He likes to put on the radio and sit with the patio doors open while the moon is shining brightly. It’s a scene out of an actual movie.
How would Germany react to accidentally walking in on his s/o drying off after a shower and he sees her naked and she’s so humiliated and embarrassed, even though it was an accident, that she locks herself in the bathroom refusing to come out? What if s/o apologized to him for having seen some of the typical unfeminine features she has, such as excess body hair?
“Kätzchen, Open the door, please!” Your boyfriend shouted from the other side of the door.
You wiped away the tears that were flooding down your face and hugged the towel closer to your shivering body.
“Y/N!” He shouted making you shudder. He rarely ever used your actual name. “Come on, you must be freezing! You are going to get sick.” His voice was less angry and panicked. It was just worried. You sniffed loudly and heard a soft sigh from the other side of the door. You soon heard his heavy footsteps leaving their place and walking down the hall. But just as soon as they left they seemed to come back.
“Okay I got some clothes for you and I’m going to leave them infront of the door. I’ll be in the living room and I expect to see you down there after you are done.” He explained. Once you heard his footsteps fade away you quickly unlocked the door and grabbed the pile of clothes.
It was one of his sweaters, a pair of your undies and sweatpants. The thought of him going through your underwear drawer made a blush spread across your already flushed face, but you shook the idea out of your head. You threw the clothes on and quickly brushed out your hair and started making your way to the living room.
You peaked around the corner at the top of the stairs and saw him sitting on the couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table. The TV was on but he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to it. The dogs were sprawled out on the floor still tired after the hike all of you went on.
His senses seemed to kick in because it was like he knew exactly where you were. Raising his head his eyes made direct contact with yours. Sitting up, he brought two fingers in the air and moved them back and fourth signaling you to come to him.
Ignoring the small fire that began in your lower abdomen due to the assertiveness, you gulped and quickly made your way down the steps.
You nervously tried to sit down next to him only for him to grab you (gently) and pull you onto his lap. He moved you so you were facing him, but you weren’t straddling him.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, softly.
You looked up at him with wide eyes but quickly shook your head.
“I’m uncomfortable with myself. I mean you saw yourself. I have more hair than you.” You you mumbled. Tears once again began to fall, but this time they were brushed away softly. Running his thumb over your wet cheeks he sighed and pulled you so your head was resting right under his chin.
“Y/N, I could give less of a fuck about body hair, I mean seriously, I grew up in the era of more hair, more flare!” He said softly. The ending made a small giggle leave your lips. “And I’m almost the furthest thing from hairless myself, and I don’t care. So if I don’t care about hair than neither should you.” He assured squeezing you to him softly.
“I know but I’m still sorry you had to see that.” You grumbled.
“And I’m sorry that you don’t see how beautiful you are.”
