I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/

It certainly wasn't the first time that Romania's sleep had been interrupted by a sniffly, cold nose pressing into his face, but it didn't make it any less of a surprise.

"Ah!" He sat up abruptly, immediately putting a hand on the cold spot.

"I'm sorry," came the sniffled apology, and Moldova stood there, wearing his patched up coat over his nightshirt and clutching it about himself.

Romania let out a sigh, and rubbed his eyes awake. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Moldova bit down on his lip, and looked down at his ruddy knees. "I didn't want to wake you up..."

It was not a surprise; Moldova rarely attempted specifically to wake him up when he was upset at night. What he usually did was lean on him from the side of the bed, as if the closeness was good enough on its own.

"Moldova, you can wake me up if you're upset," Romania said, lowering his voice a bit as Bulgaria shifted in the bed next to them.

"I know..." Moldova said tremulously. He wiped at his nose with his sleeve, and looked down at his knees again.

"So what is it? What's wrong?" Romania shifted over so he was sitting on the bed in front of Moldova.

"I just, I don't know," Moldova said, and then his eyes began to overflow with tears as he said, "I'm just so sad..."

Romania wrapped his arms around him, pulling him onto his lap; he was a little big for laps, but that had never stopped Romania before. "Uh huh, okay. You're allowed to be sad."

Moldova buried his face into Romania's night shirt, as he cried quietly, "I just don't know why..."

"It's okay," Romania repeated, stroking his hair. It was cold, and he was already starting to feel the chill with his blankets; Moldova's cold toes brushed against his calf.

He wasn't entirely sure what brought on the crying in the middle of the night; he wasn't especially good at figuring those sorts of things out. He guessed it was stress, because living under the Soviet Union was no picnic, but he didn't know for sure.

And he didn't always know for sure what to do.

Moldova had quieted down further, leaning on him like a baby lay on their mother when they were being rocked to sleep.

"You want to sleep in my bed?" Romania asked, still stroking his hair gently.

"Uh huh," Moldova said, holding tightly to Romania's nightshirt.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough they both squeezed onto the skinny bed, side by side. It wasn't the most comfortable set up, and turning over would have to be done carefully, but Romania wouldn't have sent Moldova away for anything.

It was only when his breathing became normal again that Romania could fell asleep too.

/AN/ I hope you liked it. I'm very excited about Moldova. There may be more in the future!