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All characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz

America kept having the same dream lately, a dream that left him sad and confused, and as he closed his eyes, he felt that tonight would bring no change to his unconscious mind. So he drifted off to sleep knowing of the first thing he would find.

America opened his eyes to find himself in a dark place. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all black. He turned around to further investigate when he caught sight of who he knew was England. It always was. England was turned away as usual, he could be standing up and facing straight ahead or sitting down and facing up as if he could see something fascinating in his black surroundings.

America started to call out to the older nation when a younger him came out from behind him running towards England. He was only a child, happy to see his caretaker but when he got to the Englishman and called out to him, with his innocent voice and the l's changed to w's, he was ignored. His younger self went around to England's side who, this time, was sitting down cross-legged. "Enwand?" But he was still ignored. "Engwand!" He yelled and shook England's knee. The real America recognized this as the point where his dream self would cry and it would be the point where he would wake up from his dream.

Except, this time, it didn't happen.

America wanted to get to them but as soon as he was at arm's reach an invisible form stopped him, something that felt just like a wall. "You know," England's voice resonated from all the walls and all the corners. His voice was everywhere, "maybe I would be happy," America felt his heart throb at the pauses England made, "if I had never met you."
America tensed and kept staring at the scene before him. His younger dream self was crying, begging for England to snap out of whatever was bothering him.

Finally, England turned towards the small nation and reached out to wipe his tears. England's face was missing all traces of emotion, not even his eyes betrayed him. Dream America grew from a toddler form into a small child who tried not to cry but failed as a few tears managed to fall from his watery eyes. "England, what's wrong?" England patted his head and dream America grew again. He was wearing the suit that England had given him many years ago. "England." The dream America reached out to put his hands on England's shoulders but England shook his head.

The real America, the one dreaming, felt he knew what was to come next and he desperately wanted to wake up, even if his guess could have been wrong. Both England and dream America stood up and their clothing changed into their military uniforms, the red and blue ones that were so familiar to them both. England and dream America faced each other and England had his back faced towards the real America.
"Goodbye England. I will become-"
"Independent." England finished for him.

The real America gasped, England had never spoken in his dreams before. Dream America's eyes became wide.
"I don't care," England's voice was monotone, his face as expressionless as ever, "do what you want. Just know that I never want to see you again, I never want to be your friend, and I will hate you." He never looked away from America during his revelation, his green eyes always locked with the blue eyes of America.
The real America stood shocked, he reached out and was again stopped by the invisible wall. He started to hit the wall, banged on it because all he wanted was to get England's attention so that he could tell him it was all a lie. Because it had to be. Because England could never hate him.

Dream America's eyes narrowed and a gun appeared in his hand, a gun that he raised to aim at England's chest. "Fine." was all that was said. The gun was visibly shaking, both Americas were shaking. The real America screamed as the other pulled the trigger and England was hit through the heart. He fell slowly and just when he was about to hit the ground, complete and utter darkness surrounded the real America. He took a step back. Nothing was visible, not even his hand in front of him. "England!" he yelled. He so desperately wanted to wake up. It was all a dream, he knew that none of it was real. "But I do hate you."
America turned, trying to find the source of the voice. "England! Where are you?"

The walls were back. He could see again and in front of him was England looking straight at him, his face still void of emotion like it had been the whole time and there was a hole where his heart should have been. America's eyes widened in horror and he felt nausea hit him. England just watched him with the emotionless and dead looking green eyes of his. America fell to his knees and felt tears running down his face. He pulled at his hair. "Please let me wake up!" He yelled at no one in particular, or maybe he was begging England. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!"

England squatted down to America's level and America looked up at him.
"It's a dream, it's not real." America informed the older nation and received a shake of the head in return. "No, this is reality." England watched America's tears leave his eyes. "I hate-"
"No!" America screamed not wanting to hear England finish that dreadful sentence.
"No!" America quickly sat up, panting as if he had just had to run for his life. England was gone, America realized that he had woken up from the dreadful dream. He turned towards his alarm clock to find out it was only two in the morning. He lied back down and closed his eyes only to be met by the dream England that made him miserable. He felt he could not sleep again. Not until he could hear England assure him that no, he did not hate America. But until then, America hoped for a dream that would full him of hope and made him feel loved by the only one he wanted. Tonight would be another restless night.

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Do you know that feeling that you like what you're working on (story, art, etc) and then you look over it and think you are the worst ever? Yeah, that would be me right now.