Moments (Hetalia x Autistic!Male!Reader) *ADOPTED!*

Nightmares

~Five years old~

It was about three in the morning, and America had been sleeping peacefully in his bed, until he heard his five-year-old adopted son, (M/N), crying and climbing into his bed. America opened his eyes enough to see that (M/N) had crawled under the covers to cling onto him. He was sobbing in terror too as he clutched his foster father's shirt.

America sat up, keeping (M/N) in his hold, and tiredly asked, "What's wrong bud?"

(M/N) just sobbed once more, too afraid to speak.

"Was it a nightmare?" A nod. "You want to talk about it."

The little boy sobbed a little more before choking out, "You...leave me alone...to bad people."

America got up from the bed, taking the boy with him as he held him tenderly. "(M/N), didn't I promise you that I would never abandon you?" When (M/N) nodded again, America continued on. "I also told you I would never allow people to hurt you and let them get away with it. This is my vow to you as a father. Can you remember that for me?"

Calmer now, (M/N) nodded, and he cutely yawned, falling back to sleep in his foster father's arms, but before he did, he whispered, "Me...sleep with you?"

America smiled. "Sure. Good night bud."

"Night...Daddy."

~Present Time~

(M/N) woke up from a different nightmare this time: being the only one left in the world, where everyone, including his father, long since passed away. Therefore he was relieved when he realized it was just a dream.

He didn't know what to do if Alfred disappeared off the face of the planet, and leaving him alone.

So, (M/N) went to America's room, being careful to not wake America Mochi, finding the older man still sleeping (it was only four in the morning after all). As quietly as he could manage, (M/N) walked over to the bed and climbed under the covers, remembering the time he was only five and came into this same room to the comfort of his foster father from a nightmare. Well, he was a big boy now, but even big boys need comfort from time to time.

As he fell back to sleep in his father's bed, he was unaware of Alfred opening his eyes and smiling at him.

This is still on hiatus to let you know, but I wanted to write something about a younger (M/N) and America, especially over something that would bond them together. This shows you more of the fatherly love America feels for his foster son, who in turn feels safe around him, no matter how old he is. This is the power of a father's love, and I must say it's a very beautiful thing.