Please, lord/lady/theydy of the headcanons, can we have the nightmare-thingy for Prussia and Germany?
💕🌸I will accept Her Royal Highness😂🌸💕
You shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around you.
“Luddy, turn the heater on.” You murmured. Opening your eyes you then realized why you were so cold. Groaning to yourself, you stuck your hand and leg to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your husband only to find cold sheets. Cursing him lovingly to yourself you sat up in bed cringing when a cold shiver went through your body.
Who cold blame you? You spent the last 7 years curled up in two warm arms and suddenly their gone? It was abandonment . Shaking the thought out of your head you scampered across the cold carpet, trying to avoid tripping over Berlitz as he became alert of your awakness. Ending up at your husbands side of the closet you quickly grabbed a pair of his socks and slid them on. They were big enough to go a little bit below your knee and your grabbed his heavy sweater and threw it on over your head. Deciding you were dressed enough to go on the pursuit of your husband you waddled down the hallway and steps of the old cottage, with Berlitz right on your heels.
The kitchen light was on and you sneakily made your way through the living room. You were about to sneak attack him but once you caught sight of him your heart caught in your throat. He was leaning over the kitchen island with his head in his hands. His strong broad shoulders were shaking slightly and the muscles on his arms kept flexing.
“Lulu?” You asked quietly making him jump up in surprise. His blue eyes were red and puffy and red blotches were spread a toss his cheeks. He was no longer crying but you could tell there was still some emotion he needed to let out. “What’s wrong?” You asked again rushing to him. He held out his arms for you and put his arms under your butt lifting you up into the counter. He kept both his arms under you so your bare legs wouldn’t get a shock from the cold counter.
“Just another stupid nightmare.” He grumbled. You brought your hands up to his shoulders and softly massaged your way up till you got it his cheeks, rubbing soft crickets into his tired skin.
“Wanna talk about it?” You hummed resting yourself under his chin.
“Just the same old stuff, You know. I do terrible things with a red band around my arm. I see you and you scream and yell at me and call me a monster and then you leave.” He said, clearing his throat to get rid of the cracks. “It just never ends.” He continued moving his arms out for under you. He grabbed you and walked over to the dinning room table and sat down with you in his lap. The chair creaked at the sudden weight making you jump.
This type of thing happened at least once a month so everything you could say to comfort him has already been said. You have actually helped him in so many ways and if it wasn’t for you the only way he would be happy would be if he was in a ditch. But some things you can’t fix. Nightmares is one of them. The best thing to do is to just hold him and let him speak his mind knowing he won’t be judged or thought of as weak. Because he is the farthest thing from weak.
Leaning up you planted a kiss on his temple before you nuzzled back into his chest.
The bed jolting made you wake up abruptly. The sound of uneven breathing was the first thing you heard.
You looked up and saw your boyfriend of 3 years sitting up in bed looking terrified. Before you could even sit up or anything his head snapped to you making you shrink back. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the covers away from your body.
Lifting your shirt he inspected your stomach carefully making you a little self conscious.
“What’s wrong?” You asked pulling his hands away and pushing your shirt back down.
He flopped back down next to you and pulled you on top of him.
“I dreamed you were bitten by a flea and got the plague.” He stated. You couldn’t stop the laugh coming out of your mouth.
“The plague? You weren’t even created yet when that was a big deal.” You chuckled nuzzling back into his neck.
“I know but I came across my old medical books when I was digging through my office and I saw some shit.” He breathed. “And why are you laughing? I dreamed the only woman who I have ever loved got a disgusting disease and she laughs. You are the worst.” He scolded, only making you laugh harder.
“I-I-I’m sorry.” You snorted through your laughs.
“In my defense when I told you I was scared of ghosts you laughed at me.” You said once you finally calmed down.
“Yes because they don’t exists. If they did I think I would have seen one by now.” He argued running a hand through your slightly knotted hair.
“Maybe they just don’t find you interesting enough to haunt.” You giggled.
“Anyways I thought the rats were the ones who had the plague?” You questioned.
“No-well yes. The rats carried it and the fleas transmitted it. When the rats died the fleas jumped off and landed on humans, but because everyone in the 1300s was disgusting they didn’t think anything of it. But when a flea bites you it eats so much of your blood that it throws it back up so fleas were basically throwing up the infected blood back into the wound an”—“Okay!!! I get it! Ewwww. Why can’t you tell me that stuff at an appropriate time.” You asked cutting him off.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know the protocol for talking to your girlfriend about fleas barfing.” He chuckled squeezing you against his chest.
“Well at least I learned something.” You mumbled.
