Midnight Fears (Denmark x Reader)

An exhausted sigh escaped your rosy lips as you slipped into your small bed and wrapped the fuzzy, soft blanket around you. It was at least 3 in the morning, but only now were you going to bed- over the course of the past 4 hours, you had read the entire Slenderwiki, looked at as much evidence that Slenderman was real that you could find, and played the Slender game, almost completely alone in a mansion.

You tossed and turned for a bit before getting comfortable and closing your eyes. 'This bed is sooo co--' your peaceful train of thought was interrupted though when you snapped your eyes open, swearing that you felt a sinister presence standing before your bed. However, it seemed that your mind was playing tricks on you because there was no one expect you in the room.

Silently scolding yourself for getting scared so easily, you shut your eyes once again, but not even 5 minutes later, an ominous sound filled the dark room.

Tap, tap, tap.

You froze, (e/c) eyes widening significantly, pulling the blanket up as if it were a shield, before you crawled to the end of your bed towards the window leading to your demise. A thousand scenarios from every horror movie you'd ever seen played inside your head as you reached out, moving the curtains out of the way.

'What if its Slenderman!? Or even worse, France!?!'

Unexpectedly, a shadow lurched forward from on top a tree branch next to your window, and without a moments hesitation, you turned and made a mad dash out of your room, accompanied by a yelp. As you sprinted down the menacing hallway, your entire body was tense, half-expecting a certain tall, lanky, faceless monster to grab and pull you into a room, never to be seen again. A flash of hope lit up your face when you saw your destination. You swung the door open, flinging you small frame onto the king-sized bed.

"(N-Name)?" Hearing the uncharacteristically soft, quiet voice, you turned and realized you had accidentally awoken a certain Dane.

"Hola," you whispered, looking around you uncertainly; your attacker could be anywhere, hidden in the dark of the night.

"Um... are you ok?" Denmark whispered, studying your wary form.

"Of course, never been better, why??" you replied, a little too hastily.

"...You're afraid of Slenderman aren't you?"

"Wha-no! Of course not!"

The blonde-haired man looked at you skeptically (even though you couldn't see it), seeing as you had taken most of his blanket and wrapped it around you. It was silent for a moment before an obnoxious laugh echoed around the large room.

"Ahaha! You got scared and decided to hide in my room! Wuss! Of course, who could blame you; I am the King of Northern Eur-- Ow!" The Dane rubbed his arm where you had punched him, sniffing melodramatically. "(Naaaaame)! Why must you be so cruel? T^T"

"You're annoying."

Two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You squirmed in protest, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip.

"Denmarrkk! Stop it!" you whined, failing to escape.

"No~" was his cheerful response.

"I'll tell Norway..."

Your smirked triumphantly when you felt his grip loosen, only for you to be flipped around and pinned underneath the fat heavy Dane.

"God damnit."

"Don't worry (Name)! I'll protect you from Slenderman!"

"Well I just feel so safe now," you muttered, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"As you should <3" he chirped, moving so that he wasn't directly on top of you, and resting his head above yours.

"Whatever. Idiot."

You would never admit it, but you really did feel safer in his arms (AN: Oh the cheesiness, it burns!), and you soon found yourself fast asleep.

Extended Ending:

"I was just going to return zis necklace that she dropped the other day. Why does nobody like me!? Poo."

A certain Frenchman dejectedly made his way back to his two partners-in-crime who were waiting for him.

"How did it go amigo?" Spain asked, taking a bite out of his churro.

"Ma chérie ran away again," Francis sniffed.

"Kesesese, she seems to be doing that a lot, huh France?" Prussia snickered.

"Don't worry, I'm sure our bella (Name) will talk to you someday," the Spaniard comforted, patting his back.