And so begins the sequel of Light My Heart. I will be making refferences to that story here and there so uh...maybe you need to read the story before this one...I don't know...

ENJOY!

America found himself in an area whiter than any snow, he had come to know this area as the annoying place where he spoke to something like his subconscious. He had told his brother, Canada, about this 'dream' – if you could still call it that – and the latter had speculated that this dream would only occur when he was troubled about something.

Like the first time this situation occurred, a silhouetted man that he still couldn't place appeared.

"Truly…the only way to destroy a man is through love…" he said.

"Oh not this again," America sighed, "Look, this already happened! I found Russia's heart and now we're lovers! The end! That's how the story ends!"

The silhouette chuckled, "Not quite. Life is not that simple."

"What are you talking about!" America demanded annoyed.

But before America could finish his sentence, the anonymous man disappeared and was replaced by his brother, crouching further ahead, holding his head. It was an odd sight which explained why America couldn't take it seriously.

"Hey bro." He cheerfully greeted as he walked towards him.

Canada didn't respond which confused America until he reminded himself he was in his subconscious.

He stopped walking once he was next to his brother and crouched down, it was then he noticed that Canada was muttering something repeatedly. America then noticed that the grip Canada had on his head was slowly tightening and that the muttering was getting louder and comprehensible.

"I hate him, I hate him so much. I hate him, I hate him so much. I hate him, I hate him so much."

"What?" America gasped.

Suddenly, Canada gripped him by the collar and threw him to the ground as he began to yell frantically, "You never look at me! I hate you! I hate you!"

"Canada, calm down!" He yelled startled.

Canada threw himself on his brother and began to choke him, "Why do you insist on running me! On ruining me!" The snapped Canadian hissed, "Why can't you understand that I want him! I love him!"

Canada suddenly disappeared, releasing America's throat which he clutched as he caught his breath. He didn't necessarily understand what had just happened but it seemed that his sweet, little brother was incredibly jealous of his relationship. No, that Canada wanted Russia for himself the same way Belarus did.

"I don't get it…he never showed any interest…"

A tulip laid at America's feet who then kicked it in anger having it shatter like glass.

America sat up and stared at nothingness until he came to, back in reality.

He opened his eyes staring at the ceiling and then looked next to him. There Russia laid, sleeping next to America soundly. He moved closer and snuggled his boyfriend but he was disturbed by what he saw in his dream. His brother had seemed to hate him enough out of jealousy to kill him – or at least attempt just to get what he wanted. How long would it be until this dream would turn to reality?

It had only taken the span of a night for him to find Russia's heart after the revealing dream he had, now it was betrayal on his brother's part.

Can you say...DRAMA?

But no, it doesn't end with that! Ex-s will intrude and obssessive Belarus will return in FURY!

So until then...SEE YOU SOON!