"Ve~ Germany! Can we play football?" the man next to me asked. I just looked at him.
"Nine, I am reading" I replied.
"Germany, Germany, play football~ let's play football~ Germany~" he kept repeating over and over and I found myself getting annoyed.
"Do you want me to gas you?!" my voice trailed off.
I sat up shaking in my bed. I was covered in a cold sweat, I walked downstairs and saw my brother already awake eating ice cream.
"The dreams again?" he asked. We had been having these dreams for a while now. It was weird. My dreams mostly focused on the little Italian. But I sometimes dreamed of other people too. I sat next to my brother and grunted a 'yes' out and then took the ice cream away from my brother and began to eat it. I wondered if anyone would take us seriously if we told them that we dreamed like this, of people we never met. But for some reason, we never remembered their names after the dreams, just faces. And voices, and personalities, but no looks.
"I'm honestly starting to worry about our sanity" I said after I finished eating the ice cream and put my dishes in the sink.
"You're not the only one." My brother said. We both sighed and went back to sleep.
"we've called this conference to solve the world's problems not to argue about the problems of our past, and sense I'm the only country who knows how to run a meeting will be following my rules from here on out" I was screaming at a table filled with the people I had dreamed about." eight minutes each for speeches, no chit chat about side deals, and absolutely no going over the time limit, now if you want to go make sure your prepared and raise your hand but do so in a way that does not mock in any way the solute of my countries past" a small hand went up slowly. I pointed and smiled slightly at the small male.
"Germany recognizes his friend Italy." I said.
"Pasta!~" he yelled.
I woke in another cold sweat. I still couldn't recall what I had called them and what they called me, but I remembered what I said. Country? Solve the world's problems? What does that mean? Why would I do that? And what did I mean mock any solute of my countries past I'm from America. For some reason I shivered at the fact. I just shrugged it off and then put on my shirt and looked at myself in the mirror and suddenly I saw myself in a military outfit with a swastika on my arm. I jerked away and rubbed my eyes, and I was back in my regular clothes.
I just shook my head and went downstairs. I needed to get ready for school. I saw gilbert already there his head in his hands, his hair a mess. I just went up to him and shook his shoulder.
"Hey gilbert, we need to get ready for school." I said softly. He just lifted his head groggily,
"Vhat do you mean west?" he asked and I just jerked away as if burned and he shook his head. He was speaking with a German accent. Why?
"Brudur?" I asked. Then froze; now I was to?
"West?" he said again shaking his head. "Vhats, what's going on?" he asked his voice going back to normal.
"We are talking with German accents. Are you trying?" I asked him.
"N-no" he said shakily. "Is that what we were? Germans?" gilbert asked. Bringing up our past again. We showed up about two months ago in a street, with no memories about who we were, and only two students I.D.s to tell us our names. Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschimit. And their ages, and schedule. They had been faking it sense then.
We stood there in the rain, he was in a blue outfit, and I was in red. He was pointing his gun at me.
"Hey Britain! All I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on, consider me, independent!" we stared each other down for a while before I felt a surge of anger, I ran at him with my gun pointed at him and he blocked it. I disarmed him and then pointed my gun at his head. But I felt a heavy weight at my heart when I looked him in the eyes. My gun strayed from him.
"There's no way I can shoot you" I said with a British accent. "I can't!" I fell to the ground along with my gun. "Why!" I cried into my hand "D***it why! It's not fair!"
"You know why" he said back to me. "What happened? I remember when you were great" I stayed there crying on the ground.
I gasped as I shot up from my bed. Another nightmare…and with the same man every time, the man that calls me Britain. But I can never remember what he calls me. Why did he say brother, are we related? Then why did I want to kill him? And what did he mean independence, why did it hurt my chest so much? I just sighed as I got ready for my next day of school. I got dressed and then left my small apartment. I stopped by a new coffee place today.
"Hello" I said "I would like a tea please" I said and the lady nodded and left. Only then did I realize that I had talked with a British accent. What the heck? I just thanked her for the tea, I drank it quickly then paid for it and headed out. On my way to class I tried to rid myself of the accent, but I couldn't.
With Italy
I was in a dark place for some reason. I knew I was hiding but I didn't know from what.
"Hmm." I heard a man outside the dark box I was in, I heard something tap on the box "Why is there a box here?" he asked himself.
"H-hi! I'm the box of tomatoes fairy!" I yelled to the man. "I came here to be your friend!"
"I think there's someone in here" the man said. He had a German accent. Then he was prying at my box.
"Nobody is in here just me, the box of tomatoes fairy!" I said and he eventually pried the lid off. I jumped out and begged him not to kill me, I was using a Italian accent. I just kept yelling to him, he looked stunned.
"Ve~" I yelled waking up. I just tilted my head. What did I just say? Ve? "What the heck?" I asked. I was suddenly speaking with a Italian accent? Why? What the heck is going on? I just changed in a hurry and ran downstairs to see my brother having the same problem. He was stuck in a Italian accent. I just ran at him.
"Brother I am stuck on a Italian accent! Help me! Ve~" I said. He just stared at me.
With America.
I stood there in the rain. Me in blue and him in red, I was pointing my gun at him.
"Hey Britain!" I yelled "All I want is freedom! I'm no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on, consider me independent!" for some reason these words were burning in my throat. We stared at each other for a while. Then he rushed me, I froze in shock but brought my gun up to defend me in time but it went flying. He was pointing his gun at me as we stared each other in the eyes. And then the gun drifted down.
"There's no way I can kill you!" he said. "I can't" he fell to the ground. My heart broke. "Why!" he yelled as he cried into his hand "D***it why! It's not fair!" he said, crying more. I wanted nothing more than to just kneel down and hug the smaller man.
"You know why" I said to him "What happened? I remember when you were great" I said and he stayed there crying on the ground.
I felt a hand at my shoulder and I jerked awake. I was pale and sweating and panting. I looked up and saw my brother had woken me up.
"Thanks matt" I said and he just looked at me.
"You to?" he asked quietly and I nodded. We both had these strange dreams. And we couldn't explain why, but it was painful.
"I had one to. But now it's different eh~. I'm stuck on a Canadian accent." He said softly and my eyes widened at him I was lucky in all of my dreams I had an America accent. My head was pounding.
"Come on little bro! I need some ibuprofen!" I said and we headed downstairs, testing out matts new accent.
With japan.
I fell to the ground, I felt like my insides were burning. It hurt so badly. I looked up at a man
"Hiroshima, it's been bombed, there's no one left." I said softly, his eyes widened in shock as I coughed up blood.
"Japan!" the man shouted
I woke up in a cold sweat. I couldn't move, I felt like I was paralyzed. I didn't know why I couldn't move either. After a while I was able to move again and I got up and got myself a cold glass of water.
"I wish these dreams wourd stop" the glass stopped halfway to my lips, was that a Japanese accent? "Why am I tarking rike a Japanese person?" I asked myself. Ivan walked in
"Maybe for the same reason I'm stuck on Russian, da?" he said and I just jumped. It freaked me out.
"You to Ivan?" I asked.
"And me aru~" a Yao said from down the hall. "Except I'm stuck on Chinese." He said. We all just stared at each other wondering what was happening to us.
With the rest of the countries.
"Let's start this world conference" France said. He had been rather dead. All of his friends disappeared a year ago. Prussia, japan, china, Britain, America, Canada, the Italy's, heck even Germany and Russia. All of them left suddenly, and without warning. No one knew why though. They just dropped off the face of the earth. And they were missed greatly. No one really took their leave well, but everyone took up all of their paperwork, because they eventually will come back.
"Do you think they will ever come back?" Switzerland asked out of character. He had been quiet ever sense their disappearance.
"I think that we should look for them!" sealand said trying to optimistic; everyone shook their heads but France.
"But where would we start?" France asked. Everyone looked at him funny.
"Well I would try America first. Considering how once we found America we could use his equipment to get the rest of them back. We could go from town to town trying to find them all." France nodded and all the countries looked at him like he was insane.
"What there are only about six to seven different colleges per state (A.N. I know there are more this is just for time reasons) so why can't we each take a state with a partner and try the schools for him. and if no one finds him, then you can all give up." France said. He was a bit happier now, he had a chance. He shot a smile over at sealand. Who smiled gratefully back at him.
"I'll take sealand and we will go to Wisconsin!" France yelled and then they both took off, running, hoping that the other countries with actually pick a state. Sealand grabbed his hand and brought him back over to the world meeting table and waited for everyone to pick states. Then they all went to their states to look for America. France and sealand flew to Wisconsin fast, and they began to search colleges, calling other countries periodically, to see if they had found anything. They didn't find anything, but, on the fourth college they tried.
They walked in to the college, France was beginning to lose hope. He was starting to wilt a little they just walked into the office to talk. He picked up his phone and saw a text to them all from Austria that they needed to have a meeting at the capitol of Wisconsin, sense most of the countries were already there trying to reach France.