This came to me while watching a movie so...yeah^^' and I know i havent updated my other stories, which I am sorry for

Chapter 1: Dreams

He woke up screaming. The young Japanese boy was panting heavily, sweat running down the sides of his face. He looked around his room frantically before letting out a small sigh. Just a dream… Kiku shook his head, running a hand through his short black hair. I think I need some water…

The boy stood from his bed and walked to his kitchen. He opened one of the cabinet doors, retrieving a small glass from the shelf. What's up with these dreams lately…? I keep waking up panting and sweating… He thought to himself as he turned on the faucet, filling the glass half way with water. Maybe I should talk to Ludwig…or even Heracles.

Kiku returned to his bed, drinking the water and placing it on the nightstand next to him once the glass was empty. The boy laid upon on his bed, resting his head against his pillow. He stared at the ceiling, trying to fall back asleep but he just couldn't. Finally, he closed his eyes with a small sigh.

The next day, dull brown eyes snapped open at the sound of loud knocking. With a small groan, he got out of bed and walked to his door. The knocking continued, a voice following, "Dude, Kiku! Open up!"

Oh, it's just Alfred… The boy opened the door to see the blue-eyed blonde grinning at him. "It's about time you opened up! I've been knocking for a while now."

"I'm sorry," Kiku began with an apologetic smile. "I was still sleeping."

"Do you know how late it is? It's almost two o'clock in the afternoon!" Alfred exclaimed, wearing a slight shocked expression.

The other boy blinked. "Wow, that late? I should get dressed; I need to talk to Ludwig."

"Huh? What for?" Alfred tilted his head to the side, confused. "I thought we could hangout; watch a scary movie or two."

Kiku froze and shook his head, turning away from the door. "No thank you Alfred, and this is kind of important."

The American huffed, crossing his arms, still standing in the doorway as the other walked away. Kiku was standing in the shower, the water running down his body. He stood there, staring at nothing. I hope Ludwig can help…at least a little…understand these nightmares. Once the asian was done, he got out and dressed.

Kiku walked back in wearing his usual white uniform; Alfred, still in the doorway, stared at him, "That important huh? Want me to drive you?"

The Japanese boy was silent for a moment, thinking about the offer. "Sure, thank you Alfred."

"No problem dude! C'mon!" Alfred smiled, running off.

Kiku smiled, shaking his head a bit and following after his American friend. They got to Ludwig's place quickly, but the two weren't surprised when the saw Feliciano sitting on their German friend's couch. Kiku smiled slightly, walking up to the Italian, "Hey Feliciano, where's Ludwig?"

"Ve," The Italian looked at him, tilting his head to the side, "He's in his bedroom."

Kiku nodded and headed towards the German's bedroom. He knocked on the door once he got to it and he waited for a response. When he got no response, he knocked again. "Ludwig?"

"Kiku? Uh…Give me a minute," Ludwig spoke from the other side of the door.

The black-haired boy could hear the sounds of drawers closing quickly and the German bumping into things in the room. Ludwig emerged shortly after; he was looking away from the asian, blushing very slightly. "What are you doing here...?"

"I needed to talk to you, that is…if you're not busy," Kiku said, looking over at the Italian still on the couch.

"N-No! I'm not busy, what's up?" Ludwig asked quickly, blushing even more.

The boy nodded. "Very well then, let's go talk about it; the kitchen ok?"

Ludwig nodded and the two walked toward the kitchen, passing the American and Italian who was chatting among themselves. Kiku sat in a chair at the table in the kitchen, Ludwig walked up, setting a cup of hot tea in front of Kiku. "Here."

"Thank you," Kiku smiled.

Ludwig nodded as he sat across from him. "So...what did you want to talk about?"

Kiku looked down, staring at the cup of tea that was now in his hands. "I...don't know how to talk about this, but...I've been getting these...nightmares."

"Nightmares? What happens in them?" Ludwig asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...All of you die," The black-haired boy replied dully, making the German's eyes widen slightly. "All of you; Feliciano, Gilbert, Alfred, Arthur, you, and...well you get the idea."

The other male didn't know how to respond. He stared at Kiku for a long, hard moment before speaking. "How...? How do we die...?"

"I barely remember...at first it starts out as a normal day," Kiku explained, pausing for a moment. "It seems real at first, but...then...blood appears everywhere...I just...don't know how to explain it very well. I've barely been able to sleep..."

"How long have you had these nightmares?" Ludwig asked him.

Kiku took a sip of his tea, "About…over a week."

"Ah...You want to stay the night, tonight? So that way Feliciano or I can help you if have a nightmare and you wake up." Ludwig offered, tilting his head slightly at him.

Kiku blinked and nodded. "Yes," He stood up, bowing slightly. "Thank you."

Ludwig nodded, standing from his chair. The two walked back into the living room, Feliciano and Alfred still talking to each other. The German sighed and sat next to his Italian lover. Kiku smiled at his friends. Though, later that night, Kiku was sleeping on the bed in the guest bedroom. He was tossing and turning under the sheets and his eyes were clenched tight.

Kiku stared at Ludwig's dead body. There were slashes everywhere on his friend's body, the wounds were still fresh and bleeding. No...Not...Ludwig too...He looked over at Feliciano and Alfred's still, dead bodies, even they had slashes on their bodies. Th-They're dead...Kiku gripped both of his shoulders, shaking.

Suddenly, he heard laughing in the distance. He looked up, pulling out his katana, eyes wide. "W-Who's there?"

"It's just me, Kiku." A British voice replied.

Kiku watched as Athur walked up, smiling a little; the Japanese boy frowned a little. "Arthur? That laughter belonged to you?"

Arthur blinked. "What? No, it wasn't."

The Brit's eyes widen at the sound of footsteps and he looked at Kiku fearfully. "We need to get out of here!"

It was Kiku's turn to blink. "What?"

"Don't ask questions!" Arthur grabbed the other male by the wrist and started to run.

Kiku was surprised but he followed the English man. The two ran down what seemed like a never ending hallway and the only source of light being candles. The black-haired boy could hear the sound maniacal laughter and footsteps not far behind them. Arthur heard it too and started to run faster.

The other noticed Arthur running further ahead, creating a great distance between the two. Arthur stopped and turned to Kiku. "Hurry up!"

Kiku tired running faster but Arthur seemed to stay the same distance. What?! He thought to himself as he continued to run, the Brit continuing to yell at him. "Hurry!"

Arthur kept yelling and Kiku's eyes widen when his friend was suddenly beheaded. "Arthur!"

The English man's head fell to the floor, his body following. Kiku somehow finally managed to catch up to him and he kneeled next to him as soon as he got to him. "No, Arthur!"

His vision was encased in white and he found himself in a new room. Blood was everywhere, but that didn't scare him as much. What scared his was his friend's hanging bodies, fresh blood still dripping. Yao, Ivan, Lovino, and...Heracles! N-NO! Kiku fell to his knees, tears running down his cheeks. "NO!"

Kiku sat up from bed, screaming, sweating, and panting. The lights suddenly came on, Ludwig standing in the doorway with Feliciano behind him. "Kiku, are you ok?"

"I-It...Was t-the n-nightmares again!" Kiku's brown eyes were wide as he stared at his friends.

Ludwig walked over to the bed with Feli; the Italian sitting on it near their Japanese friend, looking at him with a small, concerned frown. "Are you sure you're ok? Want me to make pasta~?"

It was a small attempt to get the asian to smile but it failed. Well...it wasn't a complete fail after all, a minute later, Kiku gave him a slight smile. "Thank you, Feliciano."

The Italian smiled brightly at his friend while Ludwig stared at the two. The black-haired boy looked down, staring at his sheets. I'm...just glad these are nightmares...and not real...

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