Canada: Nightmare
Canada: *whimpers in his sleep clutching America's arm as tight as he can thrashing a bit in his sleep, tears rolling down his cheeks* Pa-Papa no..no...
America: *sighs sleepily feeling something hit his back but doesn't wake him*
Canada: *kicks in his sleep sitting up sweat rolling down his face* PAPA!
America: *snores and wakes up groaning* *rubs eyes and yawns*
Canada: *pulls his knees to his sobbing*
America: w-what's wrong Canada?
Canada: P.Papa...*chokes on a sob* ..papa...
America: *sits up* Canada? *reaches out* Canada what's wrong?
Canada: *eyes don't open but he grabs America's hands and falls unsteadily into his arms* Th..They took Papa...
America: huh? dude what the heck are you talking about?
Canada: T..They took him...they killed him....*whispers shuddering burying his face into America's chest* ...*chokes on a sob* th..they killed Papa...an..and I couldn't stop them...
America: *pats back* hey hey hey! Easy now dude, France is alright.
Canada: *grips his fingers in America's t-shirt shaking his head* N..No NO! I ..I watched it ..happen...*sobs* so..so much blood...e..everywhere. I...I'm sorry Papa! *Shivers slightly from being out of the covers*
America: Shhh hey hey *gently pulls out of chest and brushes hair from face* it was just a dream
Canada: *whimpers*
America: Just a dream! Open your eyes! l-look around, see?
Canada: *eyes still clenched* I..I don't want to see the blood...pl..please don't make...me *sobs* Papa's bo..body is r..right over there...*tries to wipe his hands off on America's shirt* ugh...the blood, it won't come off
America: *shakes shoulders* Repulique de Canadia!! Or however the fuck you pronounce it, open your eyes! It’s ok I promise.
Canada: *shakes his head his breathing coming out into short labored gasps* papa, c..can you save him Amer..America? *cries* y..you're a hero...save...save him
America: *hugs and gently pats shoulder* shhh shhh *sees there no negotiating* its ok bro, its ok *sighs and pats Canada's back* will you trust me to go then? I if I promise I come back?
Canada: *looks up at first shaking his head but then nods* W..Where are you going??
America: Y-You want France right? *stands up offering hand* lets go see ‘im
Canada: Bu..but he's..dead...*trying to wipe his eyes*
America: no he's not *holds out hand* trust me, its alright.
Canada: *sniffles but takes out reached hand* a..alfred I saw him though. I..I don't want to see him again.
America: *takes hand allowing Canada to bury his hand in his arm* come on, lets go.
Canada: *stumbles forward following looking around warily* B..Be careful the killer c..could be here..*stifles a sob* I..I don't want to lose you as well
America: *smiles* don't worry bro, I won't let him get us *walks down stairs towards warm light
Britain: *glances up from his needle work surprised to see the boys* ....I thought you said you were both exhausted?
America: *looks to Canada* we are... but someone here had a nasty nightmare France?
France: *looks up* Avez-vous un mauvais rêve cher? (Did you have a bad dream dear?)
Canada: *buries face in hand then glances up his eyes finally opening* ..Papa...? vous êtes vivant? mais je t'ai vu morts!!! *still clinging to Alfred as if he's afraid it's not really him* (you're alive. I saw you dead!)
France: *tilts head* Morts? *stands slowly smiling opening arms as if to hug, fire light glowing behind him as he smiles warmly* Comme vous pouvez le constater, je suis loin de il petite cheri (Dead? As you can see I am far from it little one) *chuckles softly*
Britain: *glares at America* what god awful horrible video game did you scare him with so badly?
America: *looks to Britain* I didn't do Anything!!
Canada: *walks over nervously as if he's still scared it's not him*
America: I played a bit of Silent Hill b-but, Not alot!!
France: *kneels down still smiling warmly and sympathetically* *looks up at Canada*
Britain: *yanks him down by his ear onto the couch beside him* What have I told you about playing those bloody video games at night? It scares people.
Canada: Papa?
America: YEAOOOWWWWW
Canada: *whispers sniffling*
France: Oui fils? (Yes son?)
Canada: *doesn't say anything else just silently clings*
Britain: *sighs sympathetically* Francis, is he alright?
France: *ignors Britian and just hugs Canada* Chut, chut il y il y a mon ange ... Il y a là, je suis ici. Papa est ici...Ne pleure pas maintenant (Shhh Shhh... shhh, shhh there there my little one... There There I'm here. Papa's here...Don't cry now)
Canada: *memories of the dream come flooding back and he grips his papa's shirt choking on a sob* t..there was ..so..much....*sobs* sang...le sang...so much...*cries falling to his knees still gripping France's shirt* ..I...J'ai essayé de vous sauver.... (so much blood, i tried to save you)
France: Chut, chut... *wipes a tear from Canada's eye* don't cry now Canada, I;m alright see? *takes Canada's hand and places to his cheek* Reportez-vous? Je suis bien (You see? I'm alright)
Canada: *tries to open his eyes again but he's too exhausted and tired only hug's France from where he is on the ground* ...Papa ne me quitte jamais
France: *hugs Canada sitting down pulling him into lap* Chut chut... Its ok.. I wont leave you little one *cradles in arms running hair* shhh *hugs close and rocks in arms* *sings softly* ~Mon bebe, si joli...papa veille, mon petit. Ne crains rien, seche tes pleurs, viens sur mon coeur... mon tout petit (My baby, so lovely. Papa's looking after you my dear. don't fear dry your tears come into my heart, my little one)
Canada: *weakly lays his head on his papa's chest trying to calm down, eyes close slowly*
France: ~ tu auras bien le temps (you will have time) car certains sont mechants (because some people are bad) de connaitre les soucis (to experience worries) et les chagrins durant ta vie (and grief during your life) *snuggles Canada close*
Britain: *says to Alfred quietly* whatever that lullaby is, it's worked on the both of you since you were little....especially Matthew
France: *humming softly rocking in arms*
America: *blinks eyes sleepily lying head on his shoulder* it... *yawns* Its called Baby mine... You sang it to me all teh time too
France: *continues to sing and rock* ~ tu es mon dous tresor (You are my sweet precious *treasure*)
Canada: *breathing slowly evens out and his tight grip loosens as he just lays in France's arms half asleep*
France: c'est toi seul que j'adore (you are the only one taht I love) toi, la raison de ma vie, beb joli (You are my life's reason, lovely baby) mon tout petit (my little one) tout petit tout petit
Canada: *whispers sleepily* Papa je t'aime
France: *kisses head nuzzling hair* je t'aime
Canada: peut .. je peux dormir avec toi ce soir? Je ne veux pas être sans toi?
(Can I sleep with you tonight, I don't want to be alone)
France: *smiles softly* oui bebe... *kisses head* oui mon tout ours, mon ours petit (my little bear)
Canada: ah, merci papa, merci..*sniffles sleepily*
France: de rien
Britain: *sighs smiling towards France, Canada isn't looking towards him* Is he alright?
France: *looks up and smiles with a soft nod then turns back to Canada*
just a bad dream is all *whispers*
Canada: *lifts head slightly a few tears still falling and yawns* Papa j'ai sommeil
France: *nods* I know you are tout petit *picks up and carries toward bed room* you'll sleep with me tonight, oui?
Canada: *Wraps arms around France's neck* ..oui.....merci papa.....*~ Ca..Can you sleep with Father tonight, America?~*
America: *watches Canada being carried off and looks up at Britain* *looks up reluctantly to stairs then back to him*
Britain: *glances over then goes back to his needle work pretending he see's nothing* I'm guessing you are going to stay up and play more video games?
America: *sighs and sits up twiddling fingers* n-nah...I-I'm good *looks at fireplace as memories flood back into mind* *looks to Britain warm firelight bouncing off his cloths and his needle* *can hear lullaby playing over and over in head getting louder and louder* *yawns sleepily then without a word very slowly and shyly curls up on couch pulling knees to chest, curling toes around each other... And very quietly rests head on Britain’s knee*
Britain: *starts to complain but then looks down and sighs and smiles* All you had to do was ask, lad. *gently strokes hair*
America: *sighs sleepily though nose snuggling into leg* a-ask what? *even though he knows he's caught *
Britain: That you want to sleep with me tonight, *mutters and puts the needle into the needle work so it won't fall out* However, your too heavy off hamburgers for me to carry you
America: *nods sleepily* a-alright I'll sleep with you Britain... *says trying to cover tracks, but knows well he's caught, as he gets up*
Britain: *stands placing the needle work on the table then follows Alfred out the room turning the lamps off*
End