2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

#14 : Everything's Gonna Be Alright

WHEN HE HAS A NIGHTMARE

Francois Bonnefoy

His figure jolted up, sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked next to him and sigh in relief, seeing your body was still next to him. You were peacefully sleeping in one of his many white shirts. He layed on his side and observed your figure as you let out soft snores. Unfortunately for him, you woke up. You sleepily opened one eye and yawned.

"Francois? What's wrong? You look shaken up..." you mumbled as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. "I just had a bad dream... Nothing serious, cherie," he lied with a convincing smile. You, however, didn't fall for the act that he put up. You sat up, looking at him in concern. "Do you want to talk about it?" you said, cupping his cheeks. He sighed and gave up. "I dreamt about a group of men taking you away from me," He admitted. You smiled softly and kissed his lips. "Don't worry, I know a thing or two about Taekwondo. I can defend myself," You assured. He pulled you against his chest, kissing you passionately. He was so lucky to have you by his side.

Allen Jones (WARNING! Cursing ahead. You know him)

"Fuck..." He muttered to himself, sitting up and resting his head in his hands. That dream was fucked up. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of cold water. "Allen? The hell are you doing up?" He heard you groan and complain. Seeing your tired and sleepy state by the kitchen door in nothing but his tee shirt and boxers, he sighed. "Go back to bed, dollface. You need your sleep," he insisted, still leaning on the kitchen counter, his back facing you. As much as you wanted to, you knew something was wrong.

You hugged him from behind and pressed a kiss on his bare shoulder. "C'mon, what's wrong, Al?" you mumbled against his skin. In a split second, he turned around and pulled you against his chest. "Would you leave me for that darn Pork Chop?" he questioned, looking into your eyes as if searching for something. You stifled a laugh and looked at him in disbelief. He's concerned about Alfred? You haven't even met him yet. "That's what you're worried about? Alfred? Your 1p?" you said, causing him to look at anywhere but you. You cupped his cheeks and smiled. "I love you, you know that, right? I wouldn't leave you for anyone. Not even for that 'darn Pork Chop'," you smiled, kissing him passionately. He smiled through the kiss and pulled you closer for a deeper kiss.

James Williams

Your sleep was disturbed when you felt the body next to you toss and turn. James? Yep. It's James. He had this scared and worried look on his face that made him look weak and brokenhearted. He was muttering some things in French and whimpering your name as well. What he's dreaming about is something that's clearly not good. In concern, you shook him awake. "James... James, wake up," you muttered to him. Shaken up, his eyes openedand you saw the fear in his eyes flash for a quick second. "James―" He cut you off by pulling you in his arms. "Jamie. James, what's wrong? What happened?" you said but your voice was muffled since he had you against his chest.

He cupped your cheeks and planted kisses all over your face. With one long kiss one the lips, he rested his forehead against yours, still muttering things in french. "Je taime. Je taime. Je taime," he ranted. "I-I love you too," you stammered, a little confused. You gave him a gentle smile and ran your hands through his hair. "Bad dream?" you guessed as he gave you a shaky nod. "Don't go near bridges, okay? And remember that I love you. Don't forget that," he reminded you as you let out a light chuckle. "Can't really promise about the brdges thing but yes, I won't forget. I love you too, with all my heart," you smiled, kissing him.

(Okay. I think I went a little too soft... Sorry not sorry XD)

Oliver Kirkland

After closing up the bakery, you head home to see Ollie. You told him to go home early since he's been working too hard for the past couple of days. You see him fast asleep, causing you crack a smile. You headed to the bathroom and changed into one of his sweaters. Once you got back to the bedroom, you see him tossing and turning in bed with a pained look on his face. You rushed to him and shook him.

"Ollie? Ollie! Wake up!"

You continued to shake him until his eyes finally snapped open. As if on instinct, he tackled you in a hug, causing you to hold on to him in the fear of falling off the bed. "Ollie..." you soothed as you heard his ragged breath getting heavier by the minute. You forced him to look at you, his bright blue eyes piercing your (e/c) ones. "What did you dream about?" you asked, gently running your hands through his hair, attempting to calm him down. He instead connected your lips together. His kiss didn't lack any passion and love.

Once you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his. "You won't leave me like they did, right poppet? Don't leave me please. I beg you," he cried, making you cry as well. "They?" you asked, wiping a tear. "Why do the people I love leave me? Am I a bad person?" he instead sobbed into your neck. "Ollie, I won't leave you. You're my most favorite person in the world. I can't imagine life without you," you said, making him smile. You planted a kiss on his forehead and grinned.

"Now, let's go back to bed, yes?"

Luciano Vargas

He jolted awake with sweat dripping down his face as his breathing became heavy and uneven. Looking at his side, he saw an empty side. Panic hit him like a shock wave as he desperately threw the covers off of him and went to grab his hat and throwing knives. (Psh. Was the hat really necessary, Luciano?). He checked every room and saw no sign of you which made fear creep onto his heart and mind even more. There one room to check. The Kitchen. The lights were on which made his anticipation increase even more. He entered with a knife ready to throw, only to see you holding a kettle. You were about to pour hot water into a mug with tea.

"Woah... Calm down, Luciano. I was just going to make tea," you giggled. He let out a frustrated sigh, but you swore you felt a little hint of relief in it as well. "Dio mio, (Y/N). Do you have any idea how worried I was when I woke up with out you next to me?!" he scolded, making you laugh. You set the kettle down and approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck which caused your noses to touch. "Aww... You do care," you lightly teased rubbing your nose against his. Luciano's face softened, as he pulled you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Of course, I do. I love you, bella," he mumbled.

Okay. Something's wrong.

You made him face you as you stared in his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" he only gave you a sigh in response. He pulled away and sat in one of the chairs. You followed him and hugged him from behind. "C'mon, Why so dense?" you asked, kissing his cheeks. "Did you have a not so good dream?" you asked again. He finally sighed in defeat and looked down on his hands. "I dreamt that you were... killed by a mafia group," he admitted. You smiled assuringly and peck his lips. "Well, I know that as long as I have you, I'll be fine. So, I'm not worried about that," you said. His heart fluttered at your words as he looked into your eyes. "Ti amo, bella," he whispered, smiling. "I know, and I love you too".

A/N

I'll just give you guys something before I sleep. G'Night! Thanks for the love xx

~LovelyHarym