I stood amongst a forest of cherry blossom trees. The wind was softly blowing onto my face and making the branches sway. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the pink petals delicately falling to the ground almost in a graceful dance, floating until they peacefully hit the ground. It feels like back in my home during the Edo era, the whole atmosphere was peaceful and calm. Eh? What's that? I squinted my eyes to see if I could make out the form that was a good distance away. Huh? A rabbit in a waistcoat?

Japan quickly opened his eyes to find himself sitting on the veranda of his home. The stone path that leads to a stone pond, that was in the front of his home was calm, the bushes and trees swaying softly in the wind, everything was quiet except for the soft noise of the wind chime over his head. He was still in his work clothes, a white suit with a solid colored tie. It was pitch black outside. "I guess it was just a dream." Japan thought. "Why was I dreaming of something like that?" The Asian man ran his hand through his raven hair, letting the strands of hair slip through his fingers.

Japan looked down to see a book next to him that he was allegedly reading before he fell asleep. "Alice in Wonderland?" he said aloud. It was a very simple book; a simple red colored cover that's color has been worn out through age, and faded pages. "Why was I reading this? This is a child's book." Japan, vaguely remembering China reading it to him when he was a very young country, but he couldn't remember the details of the story.

Japan decided to not think more of the thought and go to bed. He also took the book with him though. He opened the paper door that led to his room, and after laying out his futon, he changed from my work clothes into a yukata and as he laid his back onto of the futon, Japan was replaying the dream in his head over and over. Him, standing amongst the cherry trees and then seeing a rabbit in the distance, he tried to remember what the rabbit looked like, but it was a fleeting memory.

Japan started to leaf through the old book he brought with him. He wasn't reading it, just, flipping through the pages of the old book. He put the book next to his futon and got under the blankets. Japan closed his eyes just wanting to try to get some sleep.

"Hey, Kiku! Get up!" A familiar voice yelled to the Asian country.

Japan instinctively shot his eyes open and sat up to see who just called his name. And right in front of him was America. He still had the same hair, glasses, and big dopey smile on his face, but he wore a red vest that had a black checkered pattern that was connected under his chest by a black button that was worn over a long sleeved white shirt and he wore long black pants with black shoes. But the most noticeable difference was that he had white rabbit ears poking out of his head.

"Hey, Kiku, now's not the time to be loafing around!" the rabbit eared nation yelled at the Asian country, looking rather annoyed. But Japan kept staring at America's rabbit ears.

America then sighed. "I guess there's no helping it." He then picked Japan up by his waist and threw the smaller man over his shoulder. America then started to walk out of Japan's room and walk out of his home.

Japan, obviously caught off guard, was trying to wriggle out of the other man's grasp, but to no avail. "H-Hey! America, let me down!" he shouted, obviously irritated by the sudden intrusion.

Still having Japan over his shoulder, he walked outside and kept walking until he reached a tree and stopped in front of, what looked like a deep hole that was next to the base of the tree.

"Huh, wait, I've never seen this tree before." Japan thought when he spotted the large tree. It was significantly thicker and taller than any of the trees on his property. And the large hole in the ground did not help with his anxiety.

"Uh…America, what are you doing with me?" Japan asked in a slightly annoyed tone, since he didn't like at all that he was being carried out in the middle of the night abruptly.

"I'm taking you to a Wonderful land, where all of your wishes come true, and you will be happy." America said with a soft smile, looking into Japan's deep, brown eyes. "Oh…and my name is Alfred."

And with that, Alfred jumping into the hole firmly holding Kiku in his grasp, still wearing a bright smile on his face as they plunged into the abyss.