The sun sure is strong today. I feel dizzy...

I had no idea why I was sitting by a window seat anyway.

Maybe I should go lie down. Bulgaria won't be back until an hour or two, I do remember he said he was getting yogurt or something like that...

"Hello! It's Italy, veh~" The Italian said energetically, walking into the room, a ceramic cat on his back. "Hungary asked me to deliver this to you." Italy said, placing down the Beckoning Cat.

"Wait, why did that crazy woman send me anything at all?" I demand. How does he even carry that? It looks rather heavy, and I thought he was a wimp!

"Veh, I don't know." Italy shrugged, "She just told me deliver it to you. I do know that they give you good luck though!"

I stared at the Italian, wondering what he was talking about.

"Okay, ciao!" [ciao - bye]

"Hey, wait!"

Italy stopped abruptly, "...Oh! There's something else. I haven't seen Hungary since this morning. Do you know where she is?"

It can't be! I thought, staring at the cat. I had many questions to ask the Italian, but it seems the pasta lover had disappeared.

"I know you're in there." I sighed, finding the cat rather creepy, as I heard a very, very faint 'hee hee.'

"Long time no see, Romania. Hee hee." the cat sounded suspiciously like Hungary...

I knew it. I sighed, propping his arms on the table.

"Why do you wear such a silly hat? It doesn't suit you. Let me take it off."

"No, I won't let you!" I said, holding my hat.

"Why won't you let me take it off? It would make you look even less stupid."

"AH!"

"What's that?"

"What happened? It came off?" I mumbled, putting my hat back on.

"Well, Romania, a lot of things happen in this world, especially if you are a country, tee hee!"

"Stop it! This is getting on my nerves!" I yell, picking up their chair, and slamming it onto the cat. I watched as it shattered, splitting in half and the many broken pieces falling to the ground. Empty? How can it be empty?

"B-But...she should've been in there?" I say, staring at the shattered ceramic pieces.

"Where on Earth am I?"

A daydream...is a visit to a fantasy world.


A/N Is the heat playing tricks on Romania's mind? Or has he entered the realm of fantasy? You can take a guess!

I was bored when I wrote this, and to be honest, it is kind of useless.