GermanyxDepressed!Reader - Night Terrors [Part 2]

  You felt a sudden weight on your thighs. Your eyes shot open from your sleep and you saw Germany placing a tray of wurst and pancakes on your lap.
   "Guten morgen." He spoke in his mother language, that usual stern look on his face. Those icy blue eyes met yours, and you smiled warmly.
   "Good morning.." The food smelled delicious. "You made me breakfast?" This was unlike Germany, he's not usually hospitable. Germany's eyes softened and he suddenly found the floor very interesting as he spoke.
   "W-well, you've been having such a hard time, I'd thought I'd help you out a bit…" He cleared his throat nervously. The air was a bit awkward around the two of you.
   "Th-thank you, Germany. That… means a lot to me." And mean a lot to you it did. The strong, silent, object of your affection was openly expressing his concern for you. You turned your attention to the food and greedily bit into the tender meat, mouth watering. Germany smiled, watching you wolf down the food he specially prepared for you.
   "Also, I want you to take a break from training for a while." Those words made you choke on your pancakes. Grabbing for the orange juice and chugging it, you took a deep breath and looked at Germany, shocked.
   "What? But you're always going on about how important it is to-" Germany interrupted you.
   "I know, but this is different. You need to rest and keep your stress level down. Like I said last night, I worry about you… and I'm going to take care of you." He seemed to struggle with that last part. You felt the blush burn onto your face, and you could've sworn you saw a light pink dusted on the German's face as well. You were about to speak again when Italy popped in.
   "Vee~ Germany! Bella! Good morning!" The bubbly Italian beamed. How was this guy always so cheerful? "Did you sleep well? I heard you screaming again and I got-a worried, but then I heard Germany go into your room and everything got quiet again." You felt the blush on your face deepen and you played with a strand of your hair.
   "Y-yeah, actually. I haven't slept that well in a while."
   "Vee~ I bet it's-a because Germany was snuggling you so tight~!" Italy bounced on his heels excitedly, like a little boy in a candy shop. "I saw him just-a cuddling you like a gigantic teddy bear when I got up to get a glass of water!" Awkward silence. You just sat there, confused. The next thing to run through your head was, Germany… slept with me..? I-In the same bed..? All night? …What?! You quickly turned your head to look at Germany, your eyes wide. The tall German stood up to shoo Italy out of the room, muttering some things to the Italian you couldn't understand, and then turned his attention back to you. He was blushing madly. You were still in shock, covering your gaping mouth with your hand, unable to make any sound come out of your mouth other than some weird high-pitched, gibberish.
   Germany took the tray that was still in your lap and placed it on the nightstand next to you, and sat down at your feet. You felt that familiar tightening in your chest once again as Germany lifted his head to meet your gaze.
   "Look, last night after you had fallen asleep, you sort of… clung to me. I couldn't just leave, so I ended up falling asleep next to you." He paused, searching for the right words. "I didn't try to do anything with you, I swear!" He desperately reached out to you and took your hand. "I would never do anything to hurt you." You giggled slightly.
   "It's fine Germany… thank you for being there for me." You sat up on your knees and threw your arms around Germany's torso, relishing in the feeling of his warmth. Before pulling away you quickly took in the scent of the fit German. His smell always calmed you and made you feel safe, and slowly your tightening chest relaxed. Germany smiled, looking relieved.
   "Gut.. Now, you should probably put some clothes on. Prussia's throwing another party here tonight, and you shouldn't be walking around in your pajamas."
   Ugh, again with the parties. Doesn't that guy ever take a break? You nodded to Germany and he left you to change. You quickly padded over to your dresser and dug around until you found something you felt like wearing that day.  You looked at yourself in the mirror, and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes.
   "…Whatever." You shrugged and grabbed your brush to detangle your hair. Once you felt you were presentable, you opened your door and headed downstairs. Prussia was slumped on the couch, watching sports and snacking on chips. Typical. Italy had probably gone to see his brother, since you didn't smell pasta being made. Germany was sitting at the table, doing paperwork. You tip-toed over to him and peeked over his shoulder, curious about the work he did. Everything was written in German, so you couldn't really understand it. Germany turned his head towards you, and you stepped back a bit.
   "Sorry, was I bothering you?" You said shyly, your hair hiding parts of your face. You usually liked to stay quiet and out of people's way, but you really were interested in Germany's work, him being a country and all.
   "Nein, not at all. Were you interested in the paperwork? It's not something I think you'd enjoy." He sat back to let you have a look. You really didn't want to bother him, but he was offering. So, you curiously stepped forward and scanned the paper. You didn't understand any of it, you could only make out the few numbers that were written here and there.
   "I don't know how to speak German, so I guess I can't enjoy it." You giggled, and Germany suppressed a chuckle.
   "It's just some things my boss wanted me to fill out. Stuff about the economy." He looked back down at the paper and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, clearly frustrated.
   "Can I help with anything?" You asked politely. You didn't like it when Germany had to work so hard, and figured the tiniest bit of help that you could do would cheer him up. Germany looked back up at you and smiled.
   "Ja. Would you mind getting me some coffee? I haven't had the chance to make any today, and some caffeine would help my headache go away."
   "Okay." You smiled, and trotted over to the coffee maker. Germany watched you as you poured out yesterday's coffee and prepared a new batch. "Such a gut frau.." He whispered to himself, and turned his attention back to the papers in front of him.
   While you were pouring water into the coffee maker, the door bell rang, making you flinch. Prussia jumped up from his place on the couch and ran to the door. From the kitchen you heard the door open and two men bounded into the living room followed by Prussia, grocery bags in hand.
   "Kesesesese! You got all the stuff for the party, ja?"
   "Yup, we even invited a few of our lady friends."
   "O-hon-hon-hon~"
   You peeked your head around the corner timidly. Looks like Prussia's first party guests had arrived. Spain and France, they were carrying six-packs of beer and some other things that were in the bags.
   "Huh..?" You said to yourself, "I thought his party wasn't until tonight..?" You had planned to be asleep by then, it was still early, only twelve in the afternoon. You never liked being around a lot of people. You were claustrophobic and needed your space. You quickly turned your attention back to the coffee, hoping to avoid confrontation.
   The three men walked into the kitchen, laughing and joking. Prussia stuffed the beer in the refrigerator and approached Germany.
   "Hey, West! You're going to help with my awesome party tonight, right?" He slapped his brother on the back, grinning.
   "Nein. I have a lot of work to catch up on. So keep it down and I won't have to let Aster chew on your foot." You giggled from where you stood, catching the Bad Touch Trio's attention.
   "Oui, who do we have 'ere? Ma danseuse personnelle? Elle est tres jolie~" France ran a hand down your thigh, making you shiver uncomfortably. Germany saw this and nearly tackled France to the ground. He took the French man by his collar and stood in front of you, shielding you.
   "Kein legte eine hand auf ihre." Germany growled in his mother tongue. You couldn't understand what he said, but it sounded threatening.
   "Hey, West! Chill! He was just joking!" Prussia pulled Germany off of France, who was catching his breath from struggling under Germany's grip. Fuming, Germany turned to Prussia.
   "You and your friends stay away from her. If I catch you or anyone else poking fun at her I will rip out your throat!" Germany hissed.
   "Alright! Alright! Sheesh, kleiner bruder can't take a joke." Prussia and his friends slinked away into the living room, leaving you and Germany alone. Your knees shook as you watched the three walk away, and Germany held you in his arms.
   "Are you okay?" You took a deep breath.
   "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Wh-who were they?" You asked, still shaking.
   "My bruder's dummkopf friends. Just try to ignore them, and if any one of them gives you trouble, just shout and I'll be there." He released you from his grip and patted your head gently. You smiled up at him.
   "Thank you, Germany."
   "Now, about about that coffee?" He gestured over to the boiling pot, and you giggled.
   "Sure thing~"