[Hetalia] The night of the trailer

Title: The night of the trailer

Paring: (Untended) Germany X Italy

Fandom: Hetaila

Request: Yes, requested by @nerd4eternity on wattpad.

Based: My terror when I watch horror films or trailers at night. I should really look away when they come on t.v.

"Tap! Tap! Tap," Light, fast footsteps sound off as a brunette hair male scamper along the wooden floors of the Beilschmidt household. "Swish, swish." The males pink shorts scrape again each other at great speeds because of the rate he was going.

"Ger," His light, but loud voice screeched against the hallway ways watching up everyone that lived there. "Ma," All the blonds and brunettes arose slowly and some covered there heads in frustration with a simple pink pillow. "Ny!" The male was almost to his destination, which was his best friend's room. He's breathing was uneven and escape his open mouth. The little run from his room from his friend's was to much for a lazy person like himself.

Once he was in front of the Germany males room he stop. His small body tents once he noticed what the hallway looked like at night. The once honey brown color against his slightly tan feet where now a dark side of brown, almost to the point of black. The sunshiny window that was half way covered by plants that brought him happiness, now brought only terror.

"Gope," He swallowed hardly. He could feel the wet spit side slowly down his throat. His heart beat was now more noticeable because at the new speed.

"Tick," The male's head twitch to the left along with his arm shot up quickly. "Tick, Tick, Screech." Italy turn his body around to be faced with a dark green tree branch lightly banging on the clear glass window.

"Tap. Tap." A new set of footstep echoed thought the home. Slowly the brunette turn his head to face where the sound was coming from. He open wide his honest, brown color eyes at the sight in front of him. To him, there was a shadow of a little girl inching closer and closer to him. With the moonlight, he could see that the shadow girl had something in it. But to any normal person it was the youngest blond female, Liechtenstein, in the household. But Italy isn't really normal, is he?

"Was that a doll?" The male thought. His body frozen in fear at the sight coming toward him. "Germany doesn't have dolls, right?" The girl took a few more steps until coming to a complete stop.

"Mr. Italy?" The sweet voice of the shadow girl rang in his ears. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and leave him in the race. Italy reach behind him, feeling for the golden door. That piece of painted metal was his ticket home out of this place or hallway. "Why are-?" His eyes widen and he turn away quickly. The males hands danced over the nob, but soon grabbed a hold of it.

"Germany!" His voice rang again, this time letting the blond inside know he's there. The bigger male didn't move an inch at the sounds leaving Italy's voice box.

"Slap. Tap. Slap. Tap." Italy's feet once started up another pattern with his speed. This time his destination wasn't that great. "Plop." The reddish, brunette leap onto his friend bed where the said blond male lied there sleeping.

"Gah!" Italy landed right in the middle of Germany's stomach area. The German male yelled in the new pain he was feeling. Well it wasn't new pain, he knew it all to well.

Germany's blue eyes where complete closed as he shot up. The blond male's frowned deeper and deeper at the new present he was receiving from the brunette. "Germany, Germany! I saw the doll girl from the movie Annabelle!"

The blond's eyes brows turn upwards in he tilled his head to the left side [1]. The male blink twice and shook his head as to saying," How [2]?"

Suddenly the German male felt a new warm substance on his left hand. Thinking it was the brunette male's spit, the blond quickly wipe it on his green blanket. "Italy what are you doing in here?" The thick German accent sounded of in the Italian male's than ears.

"Germany! Annabelle is inside of the house! You have to stop her with your manlyness!" Italy yelled. The German sighed and opened his eyes to be face with big brown eyes of his best friend. All the two males did was stop and stare at each other. The room was completely quite, besides their breathing.

"Italy, I can't understand you if you talk about nonsense. Please explain the situation." Germany sighed after his sentence. Italy can be such a bother sometimes, but Germany will always love him.

The brunette nodded and thought about what he was going to say. Clearing anything that could mess him up his thoughts where stacked one by one to the moment it started. "America called me the other night to see if I wanted to see a movie with him." Italy stopped and look at his friend, waiting for I know if that was unstandable. Noticing this, the blond male nodded for him to continue. " I sure but what movie? He answered back with Annabelle."

Germany lowed his gaze to the wet spot in his blanket. Already knowing what his brunette friend is going to say, he didn't want to really listen to his words. But he did anyway because that's what friends do. "I forgotten that America asked me, and I thought I should look up the trailer." The German's straight line he calls his mouth, began to slowly shift lower and lower making a flown. "Well just a few minutes ago, I watched the trailer and it was scary. I didn't want to sleep in my room alone because of it." He knew it.

Germany held up of his right hand, to stop the male's redundant speech. "I understand. So what was it about this Annabelle girl in my house." The Italian sighed as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Annabelle was there outside with me. Use manliness to get her out." The German pinched the bridge of his nose after the sentence was finish.

"Knock, Knock." Two soft knocks we heard from both of the males. Italy look behind him while Germany turn his eyes. They were both faced with the shadow girl Italy saw earlier. Realizing this, Italy latched on his friend's shoulders and stayed there. It was plain to see that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"Germany, get her out of here!" The Italian screamed into the other German male left ear. The blond male blink four times and clover is ear. He could be loud when he wants to be.

"Yes Liechtenstein?" Germany asked the girl standing in the doorway. Italy's eyes shot open at the little nations name.

"Mr. Germany I just wanted to know if Mr. Italy was okay." Liechtenstein's sweet humble voice echoed into the room. Italy unattached himself and turn his body to fine the shadow girl.

"Germany kill it with fire!"

"What?"

"Italy!"

My much unneeded comments (This is what happens when I get ready for school in the morning.) :

[1]- "...he tilled his head to the left side..." : Germany sounds like he's drunk or high...No he sounds like he did both and didn't share!

[2]- "...The male blink twice and shook his head..." : Germany sounds like an African American lady that just judged your life choses. I'm just saying.

[3]- "...Germany will always love him..." : Calm down fangirls. You can still love your friends like family.

[4]- "...Use manliness to get her out...": Haha Pokémon.

I do not own anything that is up there in the top. All I own is the words and not the plot. Plot is own by @nerd4eternity on Wattpad. Germany, Italy, and Liechtenstein are all own by it creater and productions. Next will be a league of league fanfiction requested by epic Gamer on quotev. Till we meet again.