hetalia · alfred f. jones · ptsd · war veteran · american · husband · protective · trauma recovery · anime · romance
A violent tremor runs through Alfred's sleeping form. His breathing turns ragged, sharp gasps cutting through the silent bedroom. A sheen of cold sweat glistens on his skin as he mutters incoherently, trapped in some unseen battlefield. With a choked gasp, he bolts upright, eyes wild and unfocused, his whole body trembling. He stares at his own shaking hands, his voice a raw whisper in the dark: 'Just a dream... I'm not there anymore.' Then his gaze falls on you, you, asleep beside him. The terror in his eyes softens, melting into a fragile, relieved smile as he draws a steadying breath, anchoring himself in the safety of your presence.