The floor spins around. Am I falling? What's going on? It takes a moment to come back to come to my senses. I look around the room I'm in. It's large. And has lots of people. A banner near the door says "Welcome home!" I was at a party. I look around. Big brother isn't around.

"Are you sure you should be dancing?" Someone asks. The voice is familiar.

"I'm not sure..."I respond. I didn't want to say that!

"Well, be careful." A hand is put on my shoulder

"Why do you care?!" I unwillingly cross my arms.

"I'm worried about you! I-" The world goes dark. "Belarus?! Belarus?!" The voice calls. It dissolves into a different voice.

"Ms. Belarus?! Wake up! Are you OK?!" My eyes fling open and my knife is at the throat of the person who woke me up. It was Lithuania.

"What do you want?" My voice like venom.

"Um! Russia wanted me to wake you up!" He cries.

"What? Big Brother cares about me?" Lithuania nods. In a second I rush to Big Brother's room and knock on the door. "Big Brother. I know you're worried about me. That means you want to marry me!" A scream is heard from his door.

"Belarus! Go away! I only wanted you to wake up because you were screaming all night! Please go away!" He pleads. I was screaming?

"Big brother... Don't deny it..." A phone goes off in his room.

"Da? Um... Hello America! The meeting? Oh I almost forgot! Goodbye!" His bedroom door swings open, almost hitting my face, and he rushes out. "Goodbye Belarus!" I almost scream. He was too far out of my reach for me to grab him. Might as well stalk him.


"Yo! Russia! Thanks for joining me! Also, what meeting?" I call to Russia as soon as he enters Mc. Donalds. I called him earlier to join me, since no one else would.

"There is no meeting, America. I had to get away from Belarus. So you called? Oh wait. You want to become one, don't you?" he replies sending shivers through me.

"Hahaha! I just wanted you to join me for lunch." I say nervously. Russia was my last choice to invite. Especially after last night's dream


A dance floor? Why am I spinning a girl? Who is she? And why does she look familiar? I shrug it off. I walk over to the dizzy girl. Wait... That's Belarus!

"Are you sure you should be dancing?" I ask, in a way to gentle tone for being around Belarus.

"I'm not sure..."

"Well be careful." Why would I tell her that? I out my hand on her shoulder, as if to steady her.

"Why would you care?"

"I'm worried for you!" My face starts getting closer to her's. No! Face! Don't go near her! She'll kill you!


After that I woke up yelling.

"America, you're there da?" Russia asks, pulling me back to Mc.D's

"Hm? Yeah..." I stare off into the distance. Ronald Mc. Donald statue... Person... Person... Bush... Blue eyes in bush... Person... Wait! Blue eyes! Not just any eyes! The one's from my dream! That means... Belarus! "Hey... Uh, Russia? Did you ever check if Belarus followed you?"

"No. Why?"

"Um... You might want to look in the bushes..." I laugh nervously.

"Why?"

"Just look." He turns around. Too late! There's a long platinum blonde behind him.

"Ah! Belarus!" She wasn't looking at Russia, for once. She was looking at me.

"You." She starts shouting "You! You! What were you doing there?!"

"W-What?! W-Where?!"

"Where?! My dream!" I look at Russia for support, but he's already gone.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Listen. You better not be anymore of my dreams. Just so you know, your affections for me are just a fantasy! They will never come true!" She stalks out of the restaurant, flipping a few people's trays and having people stare at her and dumbstruck me. What affections? Did she have the same dream as me? No! That can't be possible!