Pairing: Giripan

Black. The night was so black, the dream still close and choking. Japan struggled to free himself from its clutches, shaking and sweating in fright.

Horror. The horror that he would never free himself from. The horror of fire. Of burning. His people, burning. His cities, crumbling. Fire taking everything. Leaving only black. Black, burnt bones, stones, ruins and ashes.

The black that had settled over his eyes then was the same black that surrounded him now, as he lay in bed, so far from that place.

The same hot darkness.

He gasped, reached for the figure lying beside him. "Greece-san, are you awake?" The other man slept soundly, untroubled by nightmares. "Greece-san, please wake up!"

The Greek stirred. "Japan? Go back to sleep. It's four in the morning."

"I can't."

"Why not?"
"Bad dream."

Greece turned to Japan, wrapped his arms around him. "It's okay. Don't be scared. You have nothing to be scared of."

Japan cringed against his chest. Greece found himself stroking his hair, longing for him to be happy again. "Be still, my darling. That dream is gone. It won't come back."

Japan lay in his arms, his body warm and heavy. Greece sighed. That dream had left him hurt and frightened.

But there was one consolation. The Japanese man would never let himself be held like this in daytime.

AN: So, that is the last of these drabbles. I now have time to do requests, if anyone wants me to. Hetalia themed, please. I can do multi-chapter.