"There's no point in trying to fight it, Angleterre, you know you want it..."

Those words rang in Arthur's head as he violently woke from his terrifying sleep. He tried as hard as he could to relax, hoping he didn't wake his American lover up. Luckily, he hadn't. The younger nation did have a tendency of sleeping heavily. It was nights like this night, which had been almost every night for last two weeks now, that he had been thankful for that. A now composed yet still sleepy Arthur laid back down and was face-to-face with a motionless, sleeping Alfred. Though he'd never let Alfred know, Arthur had to admit that he was kind of cute when he slept. Just catching a glimpse of his face alone was enough to calm his nerves and lull him back to sleep. And back to sleep he went.


"He can't be a better lover than moi, Arthur. I'm ze best zere is," a certain French pervert had commented to Arthur. Said Frenchmen pressed himself to the Briton and started caressing him, head to chest.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, you bloody frog!" exclaimed the Brit as he pushed the Frenchman off and smacked his hand away.

"Oh, ma chère, why are you so cruel to ze one who loves you most?"


"Mock you? Oh, non, mon amour, I'm just stating facts." Francis' comments, reasonably, didn't sit well with Arthur.

"Get the bloody hell away from me!"

Francis, now becoming more aggressive, grabs a hold of Arthur's arms and pins him to the wall.

"Mon amour, he can never love you like I do."

Again, Arthur jerked up form his nightmare. He, like before, abrubtly and violently arose from his slumber, this time, stifling any noises. He checked to see if Alfred was awake. Still sound asleep.

Arthur sighed. "When will these absurd dreams stop?" he thought.

Arthur, now in a state trying to calm himself, was so delved into his confusion that he hadn't noticed the bit of rustling on the other side of the bed. He didn't notice anything until a strong arm made its way around his waist.

"Arthur," said the blonde American as he was attempting to wake himself up while propping himself up on his arms. "Are you okay?"

Hesitantly, Arthur replied ", love, I'm alright, just go back to sleep."

"Are you sure? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"No, it's much worse than that, Alfred." Arthur thought. "No, it's nothing," he expressed verbally. "I just had a bad dream is all, I'm fine."

There was a brief pause before Alfred spoke again. "Alright, if you say so."

Arthur laid back, facing his blue-eyed lover. He leaned in closer to him and gently pressed his lips to his lover's.

"Goodnight, Alfred," Arthur whispered.

"Mm...goodnight, Iggy" Alfred mumbled, now losing the battle to sleep. If Arthur weren't as tired as he was, he would've scolded him about calling him "Iggy." But now, he was just extremely tired, but was afraid to go to sleep in fears of having another nightmare.

"Bloody hell," he thought. "This definitely has to stop!"

Okay, guys!

That is the end of the prologue. I'll try to get chapter 1 up as soon as possible...but I can't make any real promises as to when. But anyways, thank you guys for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

Review please!

Translations (all French):

Angleterre: England

moi: me

ma chère: my dear

mon amour: My love