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Title: Promise
Characters: Prussia (Young), Holy Roman Empire (Young)
Notes: This is the most dialog I've ever put into one story.
“… And they lived happily ever after.”
The boy closed the book, tucking it under his arm and sliding out of the bed. His brother was so troublesome, always asking for a stupid story before bed. Said child was curled under the covers sucking his thumb, arm wrapped tightly around an old tattered bear. The older rolled his eyes as he left the room, leaving the door crack open should his brother need to pee at night. He shuffled across the cold floor sleepily, a yawn escaping his mouth as he moved along slowly to his room. He dropped the book next to a shelf and climbed into his bed, foot slipping off for a moment. Then he regained his balance and slipped under the covers, sleep swarming his mind instantly.
However, the slumber was short lasting.
His door open with a creak, and a small sob stirred him. Wearily he sat up and, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, strained to see who was at the door. Another small sob, and a sniffle accompanying it. The brother laid back down, hoping to fool the younger child into thinking he was sound asleep. It didn’t work. The boy climbed into his brother’s bed and muffled tears against his turned back. The older turned around and instantly the child buried himself into the other’s chest, the tears soaking through the sheets and his long shirt. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his little brother, eager to solve this problem, send him on his way, and get to sleep.
“What’s wrong, Bruder?” Tiredness seeped into his voice, causing the boy to look up. There was no way he could tell him now, not with him sounding so tired and when Bruder was tired he was easily angered.
“I-I… Uhm…”
“Spit it out or I’ll shove you off the bed.”
“Ihadabaddream.” It was so fastly said, his older brother bade he repeat it.
“I. Had. A. Bad. Dream.”
“… So? Go back to bed, Bruder, or I’ll put you outside so the wolves can eat you.”
“B-but… You died in it.”
The boy seemed genuinely afraid, clinging tightly to his brother in an effort to stay with him no matter what. His brother pushed him away and rolled his eyes, though under the cover of darkness the younger couldn’t tell.
"Stupid, I can’t die! I’m too awesome to die.”
“B-but you did! You were killed with a sword a-and the birds came down and tore you to pieces!” The younger brother’s voice had risen to a slight wail, and the older of them put his hand over his mouth.
“Shut up stupid. You’ll wake the monsters with a voice like that! Besides, I told you already! I’m too awesome to die. I’ll be alive when you’re dead!”
The boy seemed unsure, but took comfort in his brother’s words. So he curled up tighter against the older boy and, in a small whispers, asked only one thing:
“Promise?”
His older brother wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, so he hesitated to speak. Finally, after a minute of silence, he spoke.
“Of course! You’re unawesome if you think that I could ever be killed.”
Characters: Prussia (Young), Holy Roman Empire (Young)
Notes: This is the most dialog I've ever put into one story.
“… And they lived happily ever after.”
The boy closed the book, tucking it under his arm and sliding out of the bed. His brother was so troublesome, always asking for a stupid story before bed. Said child was curled under the covers sucking his thumb, arm wrapped tightly around an old tattered bear. The older rolled his eyes as he left the room, leaving the door crack open should his brother need to pee at night. He shuffled across the cold floor sleepily, a yawn escaping his mouth as he moved along slowly to his room. He dropped the book next to a shelf and climbed into his bed, foot slipping off for a moment. Then he regained his balance and slipped under the covers, sleep swarming his mind instantly.
However, the slumber was short lasting.
His door open with a creak, and a small sob stirred him. Wearily he sat up and, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, strained to see who was at the door. Another small sob, and a sniffle accompanying it. The brother laid back down, hoping to fool the younger child into thinking he was sound asleep. It didn’t work. The boy climbed into his brother’s bed and muffled tears against his turned back. The older turned around and instantly the child buried himself into the other’s chest, the tears soaking through the sheets and his long shirt. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his little brother, eager to solve this problem, send him on his way, and get to sleep.
“What’s wrong, Bruder?” Tiredness seeped into his voice, causing the boy to look up. There was no way he could tell him now, not with him sounding so tired and when Bruder was tired he was easily angered.
“I-I… Uhm…”
“Spit it out or I’ll shove you off the bed.”
“Ihadabaddream.” It was so fastly said, his older brother bade he repeat it.
“I. Had. A. Bad. Dream.”
“… So? Go back to bed, Bruder, or I’ll put you outside so the wolves can eat you.”
“B-but… You died in it.”
The boy seemed genuinely afraid, clinging tightly to his brother in an effort to stay with him no matter what. His brother pushed him away and rolled his eyes, though under the cover of darkness the younger couldn’t tell.
"Stupid, I can’t die! I’m too awesome to die.”
“B-but you did! You were killed with a sword a-and the birds came down and tore you to pieces!” The younger brother’s voice had risen to a slight wail, and the older of them put his hand over his mouth.
“Shut up stupid. You’ll wake the monsters with a voice like that! Besides, I told you already! I’m too awesome to die. I’ll be alive when you’re dead!”
The boy seemed unsure, but took comfort in his brother’s words. So he curled up tighter against the older boy and, in a small whispers, asked only one thing:
“Promise?”
His older brother wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, so he hesitated to speak. Finally, after a minute of silence, he spoke.
“Of course! You’re unawesome if you think that I could ever be killed.”