Japan heard knocking outside his house one night. He put on some slippers and went to answer the door. He looked out his window before answering the door. He heard scuffling outside. He put his hands on the door. He didn't want to open it. Something was telling him not to. But he slid the door open anyway.
A blond boy, with big black eyebrows, and green eyes stood outside. "England! How did, why. Huh?" He takes a step back as England walk in.
"I must talk to you Japan." He looks around Japan's house, and lights a candle. "I had a dream.."
"We all dream, every night we dream.." Japan said, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.
"No but his one was different.." England takes a deep breath and continues. His accent making the words sound funny as he was talking fast. "Well, Italy, Germany, and America, were standing along a picket fence. When you, France and Russia walk out from the left side of the street, I come with Canada and Greece. America being the miserable ass he is says. 'Hey England can you walk any faster, I could've eaten like thirty burgers by now!' You know normal him right, but Italy looked horrified. I looked up at the building. It was a place like I've never seen before." He takes a deep breath and says. "Japan, may I have some tea, I feel a bit off."
"Certainly." Japan says and walks off, his slippers slapping the ground. He comes back holding a small tea cup, and a small plate.
"Oh dear, don't you have any bigger tea cups?" England asks.
"No, sorry ." Japan says, and sits down impatient to hear the rest of the dream.
England takes a long sip of tea, and continues. "The building was huge! It was almost like the Buckingham Palace, but bigger. It was a odd yellow color. With red roses lining the outside of the house. It looked peacful, but Italy's expression was making me nervous.." England gulped and continued. "Germany told us to come inside, But the dream ended when the doors opened."
Japan looked annoyed. "You came all the way to my house, woke me up, to tell me about a dumb dream that means nothing!" England takes a sip of tea but doesn't reply. "What was behind those doors?"
"Oh Kiku Honda, If only I could tell you. It was only black." England said, taking his last sip of tea. "Oh Japan, I must get going my boat leaves soon. Tally Ho!" He announces as he rushes through the doors.
'What a strange man..' Japan thought and walked to bed. In the morning he woke with another knock at his door. He got up and slowly got up to the door. He slid open the door.
"Letter for, Kekq Hondi?" A man says his eyes are narrow and eyelashes thin, he didn't have any eyebrows. His hair was gray, and we was wearing an old tattered bussiness suit.
"It's Kiku Honda.." He said correcting the man. And grabbing the letter. Japan inspected the letter. Postage stamps from Italy. "Ugh, what does Italy want now." He shut the door on the mans face and walk in holding the letter.
Japan takes a seat on the floor, holding a cup of tea and opening the letter. Out falls a picture, and a short letter, hand written in Italy's sloppy hand writting. Japan takes a look at the picture first. A huge house, made out of yellow bricks, and red roses outlining the house. Japan holds the picture in his pale hands for ahile longer before dropping it. He starts reading the letter;
'Dear Japan,
I'd like you to visit my lovely country for a few days, this is the house, you and a few more countries will be staying at, It's Romano's old house, but he sold it because I wouldn't leave him alone yeah! But it will be fun, I want to show you around so many cities in my vast country!
-Love Italy!'
Japan gulps his hands shaking as he held the letter. Something wasn't right, this was going to end badly..