It wasn't too often that little Feliciano came running to Roderich for help au comfort but, one particular stormy night was no exception. The flashing lightning and booming thunder was enough to frighten the already rather timid little nation. As if the thunder and lightning was not enough, the wind howled outside his window like the crying of a hundred ghosts. The oak mti that was just outside was rustling, making loud tapping noises with its branches against the glass. The tiny nation lied curled up in bed, trembling with fear. At the inayofuata crack of lightning, the little nation suddenly bolted out of bed, running straight to Roderich's room. moyo racing and fear flowing through him like a river. Feliciano ran through the cracked door and quickly jumped onto Roderich's bed, burying his tiny body in the blankets. Of course, Roderich was awake, sitting comfortably kwa the moto in his room, kusoma a book. He noticed little Feliciano bolt into his room and quickly got up. To the scold the little nation for barging in? Not quite. He could tell he was afraid. Pulling back the covers that seemingly protected little Feliciano from any kind of danger, Roderich smiled lightly at him. Scooping him up, he carried him back to his room. There he placed little Feliciano back in his kitanda tucking him. Lightning suddenly flashed illuminating the room and Feliciano's tear streaked face, causing him to pull the blankets over his face as if to protect himself from the loud noises. Once the lightning stopped, thunder boomed loudly, this caused little Feliciano to latch himself straight onto Roderich. Little did he know, the same rain that was falling so heavily outside, created the beautiful world around him. Falling in rivers. Sand. nyasi and trees. Lighting a small candle and placing it on his nightstand, Roderich sat inayofuata to Feliciano. Little eyes catching sight of the tiny flame, Feliciano seemed to feel comforted kwa it's faintly glowing light. With a small smile he crawled back into bed. The candle being there seemed to tell him that there was no danger. The candle would ensure that his dreams be pleasant and peaceful. A small smile appeared once zaidi on little Feliciano's face and Roderich once again tucked him into bed. Everything will be fine in the morning. Once the sun came up, the rain will be gone. The thunder and lightning no more. The wind no longer howling. The sounds of the storm outside would be no more. Roderich and the candle, will still be there in the morning.
There is always comfort for fears.
Even if those fears just so happen to be rain.
