Meeting Fate

France woke up in his own bed with the dream still fresh in his memory. A dream of a young girl, a high-schooler no less. One with silky, (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes and solemn look plastered on her face. Occasionally, a cat would walk in, be it a tabby or a Siamese. Once in a while, she would read to herself or sing a song known as 'You Are the Moon' from a band known as The Hush Sound. It's been the same dream for over six months and France was getting rather tired of it. But still, he can't doubt the fact that he had fallen for the girl. His only wish now was to meet her personally in real life.

He got up from his bed and prepared himself for the occasional world meeting. Eating a mere toast that has one side glazed with jam and drinking coffee with cream, he sat back in his chair and read the newspaper. Although, he didn't even bother to let his blue eyes skim over the article. Instead, he has thoughts rested on the dream. It's hard to say that he can't even imagine the scene because, with the same dream being played for six months, the image is stored back in his head. He knows it well just as he knows his own name, or the back of his hand, or his birthday. He sighed tiredly and finished his small breakfast, got up from his chair, and head straight to his bathroom. He took a shower, not even bothering to wash his hair, and dried himself off. His clothes were put on, his blonde hair has been brushed along with his teeth. He slipped on his shoes, went out to his blue Porsche and drove out to the World Conference Center.

*le time skip to the center*

"Hey! France! Good morning!"

A familiar voice called out to him who belonged to none other than Canada, his younger brother.

"Canada! It's good to see you. How have you been?" France called back as Canada walked closer.

"Nothing new. Well, except that school is about to start soon so it's commercial all over again." Canada joked. France chuckled at his tease and conversed with him.

"So, anything new about your dream?" Canada asked.

"Well, nothing. Except, she sang a different song tonight. I believed it was called 'Just a Girl'. You know. That song from America during the '90s?"

"Oh, yeah! I remember that! I went to No Doubt's concert during that time and they played it. It was really good. Was that the only difference?"

"Not exactly. She seemed happier. I'm glad she does. I hate to see such a lovely young lady be upset and all."

Canada chuckled and continued to walk with him down a hall. They had walked for about fourteen meters and they had ten left to go.

"Oh! By the way," Canada started. "I heard the meeting is supposed to be longer than usual. About from two to three hours."

"Two to three hours!?" France exclaimed. "I'll be dead before it ends."

"No need to worry. They're serving plenty of refreshments and even countries have volunteered to bring some."

"Does that include Angleterre?"

"No…I hope not." Canada shivered at the thought. His childhood and his stomach has been traumatized by England's dishes enough. "Anyway, there is a bookshelf further down the hall in case you get bored."

"Merci. I'll see to that." France sighed.

They continued down the hall a few more meters and have found the bookshelf. It was tall as 8 feet and wide as 5. It had about 8 shelves, holding more books than you can count which were all arranged in alphabetical order. The bookshelf was an old German style and had a dark, brown color. Despite looking so old, it was polished and dusted to where it gives off a fresh look. France looked around amongst the shelves along with Canada. His blue eyes skimmed over each cover until they fell upon particular book. It was sky-blue at the top of the spine and it faded to a pale yellow at the bottom, indicating a picture of a sunset. France pulled out the book and read across the title. 'Over to you…' it read, '…written by Roald Dahl.' He peered at the back of the cover and read the description of it. It told that this book had many short stories of the tales of being a fighter pilot during World War II.

'This seems interesting.'France thought.

"Well, I found my book," he informed Canada. "Have you found yours?"

"No. Not yet." Canada replied. "Although, I think I found another book for you."

Canada pulled out a gray-blue book with a picture of a silk tie. It read 'Fifty Shades of Grey.' France laughed at his joke.

"No. I think I'll pass on that." France chuckled. "This one to me seems more interesting."

"Hm…Over to You, huh? Seems like a good one."

Canada searched for another thirty seconds until he found his and they continued down the hall. After finally reaching there, they sat down next to each other and watched as more countries came in. After about five minutes, they place was packed with nearly every country from across the world with only a few absent or tardy.

Like France had predicted, it was one of the dullest meetings he had ever encountered. Only very little progress was being made. A few meaningless turmoil broke out which ended quickly, thanks to others trying to create peace. He decided that since he wouldn't be involved, he picked up the little book and began reading. It was certainly the most surreal book he had ever read. He couldn't stop himself from turning page after page. He didn't even realized that the monitor screen had automatically turn on.

'Wha-wait a minute.' He thought. 'Did the screen flash on? I thought America had specifically stated that there will be no presentation during the meeting.'

~Flashback~

"Alright, dudes! Next week, the world meeting will take its place in my country. Be sure to be there before 11:00 a.m."

America announced the rules and details to the rest of the nations at Canada's world meeting at the podium. The meeting was closing to an end so America made the announcement brief and straight to the point.

"Okay. One more thing. This meeting shall have no presentation and will last for over two hours. I repeat; no presentation whatsoever. The monitor's light bulb has burned out and we have yet to find a replacement. No one is allowed to use the monitor without permission."

~End of Flashback~

Everyone stared at the screen, completely baffled that it could still work without the use of hands. Without the use of a mere light bulb! Did America leave it in there? Was it still able to be used after all?

"N-no." America answered the stampeding questions. "I remembered specifically that I took out the light bulb. I told the hardware store to notify me quickly if they had the bulb and not to install it, yet. I doubt they would disobey. …I think."

The screen was all static. It buzzed and buffered a bit before it could flash up the image of a familiar young girl laying her bed in her room, alone.

France gasped in surprise. It couldn't possibly be her…could it? Did scientists figure out a way to see into dreams and tape it? Was he himself dreaming at this very moment?

The screen flickered and warped until a large, black hole formed at her mattress and sucked her in along with a few of her items causing her to wake in fright. The hole appeared again in the ceiling of the meeting hall and down fell the young girl. She hit the table along with the rest of the items, causing her to become subconscious.

All the countries couldn't do anything but stare. They were too shock to do anything. What happened? Was that all real? Is this just a prank or a dream?

…Is she still alive?

France stared in surprise. His mouth was agape and his body was tense. This couldn't possibly be her. She was just only a part of his dream…unless….

"Hey…France?"

France slightly jumped at the sudden voice and quickly turned to see Canada.

"France…"Canada said. "That just can't really be her. She's just a figment of our imagination, isn't she? Isn't she?"

"…I…oui? …maybe…?" France stuttered. He wasn't sure anymore. Maybe this is just a dream. Maybe it's all just a stupid dream. This is just a stupid dream. A silly, cliché scenario where he will just wake up in his own bed, in his own room, safe and sound.

'All I have to do is just wake up.' France thought.

"Canada."

"Hm?" He replied.

"I want you to do me a favor. Pinch me."

"Huh?"

"I need to see if I'm just dreaming so pinch me."

Canada looked at him quizzically, thinking he may have just lost his mind. He sighed reluntcally and pinched his cheek as hard as he could, earning an 'Ouch!'

France closed his eyes tight in pain and reopened them. He saw the same World Conference room. He saw the same table and the same faces. He saw the same girl. This was no dream.

"This is real."