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?
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.”
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.
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.
“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 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.
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.
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.
“Anything for my beautiful girl.”
