Insomnia Pt. 2 2p!America x Reader x 2p!Romania

-->Be the Drowsy Girl

The girl shifted slightly on the pull-out couch that her french neighbor deemed 'your's if you ever need it,' something for which she was eternally grateful. Blearily, her hand inched towards the nearby phone to check the time.

'4:07 AM, it's better than what I usually get. Maybe I can catch a couple more hours of sleep,' she wondered, returning the phone to the table top, and with a sigh, buried her face in a seemingly warm, heat sustaining pillow. (E/c) and (O/E/C) eyes drifted shut, and the former nation fell into a dream of her past.

-->Dream of Past

A wide smile was on her face walking in between he two brothers, one of which wore an over-sized hat. he grumbled loudly about the unusually clear skies.

"We live by the mountains! Why aren't there any clouds?" he roared at the sky, voice echoing through the mountain pass.

"I don't know Horatin, perhaps Ionache will pray for your soul should you crumble into ash," Wallachia teased.

The other brother gasped, "(Y/N), the eternal soul of our bother is no joking matter-" however, before the lecture could continue, a little boy ran out in front of the trio.

He ran right into Ionache's legs and fell flat on the ground. Startled out of his speech, the man without the hat, knelt down and lifted the boy up. "Why hello there, what's your name?" he asked softly.

The boy looked up at him with big blue eyes and whispered, "Moldova." If, Ionache was shocked, he gave no indication.

"Good evening Moldova, my name's Moldovia. But, you can call me Ionache."

"Sir, would you please help my friend, a scary lady won't let him go."

Both men looked over to where their sister had been standing only to see her forcing her way past a bush. Wallachia narrowed her eyes at the sight before her. "Hungary, what the hell do you think you're doing with that child?"

Before them was a woman, brown hair cut short, holding a small child in front of her by his cloak. "Oh good morning," she said much to cheery for the situation. (Y/N)'s mouth was pressed into a thin line. With a few quick strides, she plucked the little boy from the other woman's grasp, cradling him close to her.

Wallachia turned sharply, leaving the now confused Hungary behind. However, Hungary was not going to allow the new nation to escape that easily. With a belligerent war cry, she charged, broadsword in hand.

From out of nowhere, (Y/N) spun, a large spike in her hand. "I once had a boss, who'd shove people onto these to watch them die," she snarled.

The tip of the sharpened branch nearly touched Hungary's nose. Reluctantly, the woman took a step back, the sword returned to a sheath on her back.

A grin split across (Y/N)'s face. "Now that we understand each other, I'll be taking my leave of you, Miss Hungary." The child in her arms coughed slightly and waved to the boy Ionache was most likely going to take care of. "What's your name darling?" she murmured into the child's hair.

He pushed himself up so he could whisper in her ear, "Romania, but you can call me Vasska."

(Y/N) smiled, "I'm (Y/N), the nation of Wallachia."

"Are we going home now, mamă?" he asked.

"Yes we are, you'll like it there, I promise."

--> WAKE UP DAMMIT!!!

The (h/c) girl bolted awake, falling off the pull-out in the process, hands clamped over her ears in a vain attempt to stop the loud shouting from reaching her ears.

“Shitstain, I thought I told you to not be here when I returned, c’est ne pas vrai?”
Standing, hands were removed from her ears and her gaze was turned upon two men standing between the couch and the doorway. The blond met her eyes, “Bon matin, I’ll take you to work in a moment, I’ll even make an excuse for you to Oliver,”

‘Wait, I had a few extra hours before I had to be in today, why do I even need an excuse,’ she thought before picking up her phone and checking the time. She was late.

“The only reason you aren’t dead is because you let ‘er in last night.”

“Who the fuck is she to you anyway,” the man she had somewhat attacked last night asked.

“It’s none of your business,” (Y/N) snapped before brushing past them into her own apartment., the door to which was still open. Twenty minutes later, she returned dressed for work and to a battered stranger slumped in the hall.

-->Be the Frantic Employer

‘She should have been here by now,’ the small man wondered, adjusting his bright blue bowtie. ‘I hope that whatever’s been keeping her up is fixed, it really burns my cupcakes that such a sweetheart gets treated like that by her own family.’

With a sigh, he turned rearranged the cupcake display for the millionth time this morning. Several minutes later, his hands twitched towards it again when the little bell on the door rang. He fixed a big smile on his face ready to greet a customer.

“I ‘ave brought ‘er to work, your poor excuse for a son wouldn’t allow her to leave my apartment. Find him a new place to stay because I’ll not tolerate him in mine.”