Thunderstorm

The rain patted on Germany's window one night. The lightning flashed, the house shook as thunder cracked, and Germany awoke to a bloody, murderous scream. Some one jumped in his bed and was crying. Germany turned on the lump and saw a shivering hump in his bed. He pulled back the sheets and saw Italy hiding his head under the pillow. He could hear him sobbing.

"Help! It's Britain! It's France! They're going to Take me away! They're going to kill us!" He heard Italy say. Germany tapped him on the back and Italy let out a scream.

"He thinks the rain is a var? Is he afraid of ze rain? He's afraid of everyzing." Germany said to himself.

"Italy, it's not a var, it's just the rain." Germany said. Italy shivered, but peeked one eye out of the pillow and looked up at Germany.

"It's not? France isn't trying to kill us?"

"Nein, its only a rain storm. It will be over soon." Germany said, trying to comfort his scared friend. Italy lifted his head out from under the pillow. The rain was easing.

"Oh...okay. I guess I better go back to bed." Italy said. But he didn't get up.

"I thought you were going to bed?" Germany said.

"I am, Here..." Italy said.

"ITALY!" Germany screamed as thunder cracked. It made Italy jump up and cry more. Germany let Italy cry for a moment to get the fear out of his system.

"I promise your not going to die. No one is going to kidnap you. Now go back to sleep." He said. Italy closed his eyes.

"IN YOUR OWN BED, DUMMKOLF!" Germany glared. Italy got up, and looked at Germany.

"Just on night? Pasta?" Italy said. 'Pasta' was also Italy's way of saying please.

"Nein." Germany said. Italy hung his head and started his way back to the room. Thunder cracked and Italy jumped four feet and made a dash to Prussia's room.

"Prussia, help me!" Italy cried as he jumped into the non-country's bed. Prussia snorted as he awoke. He wiped his face with his hand and looked down at the shivering Italy.

"Vhat are you doingk in my bed?!"

"The storm. It scares me! Can I sleep with you, Prussia?" Italy shivered.

"Vhat? Nein!" The Prussia began to smile, "Sure, Italy. You can sleep wif me."

"Really? Cool! Germany kicked me out." Italy said.

"Why does Vest have to be so mean, huh? You can sleep with me tonight."

"Gratsi!" Italy said.

The next night...

"Prussia! I had a scary dream tonight. Can I sleep with you?" Italy said.

"NEIN!" Prussia screamed.