That scent…
America slowly opened his eyes, sat up and saw that he was surrounded on all sides by seven foot sunflowers. Panic gripped his heart.
The Sunflower field!
He drew his legs in closer and pondered deeply on his situation.
Okay, first off, how in the name of fuck did I get here?
America checked the back of his head for bruises or blood.
Nope, nothing to suggest I was knocked out and dragged here.
He breathed heavily into his hand and smelt it.
No alcohol on my breath, so I didn't get drunk and stagger here.
Just as America was about to get up to find a way out of this place, a certain someone approached him with a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Dopradanya! Welcome to my sunflower field!"
"Russia, how did I get here? You gotta tell me!"
He stared at him for a minute with his trademark vacant expression.
"ahh….How do I put this? You were asleep in your bed at home, da?"
"Uh yeah…"
"Then you woke up here, da?"
"Yes."
"This is the dreamworld I created long ago – I have never had visitors before!"
America blinked for a few seconds as he processed this strange information.
"Wait wait wait, so you're telling me that I'm still asleep and I'm in your creepy-ass dreamworld?"
"Da!"
"How did I get here through dreaming?"
"Uh…I guess if you dream about me, you end up here."
"…How do I get out?"
"When you wake up. Of course, if you die in your sleep by say, a faucet pipe to the head, you will have to stay here forever…"
"With you?"
"Da!"
A shiver ran down Americas' spine.
"…sunflower seed?"
"Uh no thanks, Russia."
There was an awkward tension as Russia blatantly stared at America, who nervously shifted on the spot.
"Uh…so what do you do around here for fun?"
"I like to sit and admire the pretty flowers and the endless blue sky. When I am awake, there is no time to sit and admire things, only time to build useless canals and edit people out of Stalins' old photographs."
"Rightttt. So, uh, anything else other than sit and look at stupid, uh I mean, pretty sunflowers all day?"
"Well, what do two people normally do? I'm always alone here."
America stifled a smirk as he began to think lewd thoughts.
If only I was here with a hot babe – I tell ya, the things I would do to her, considering we're alone. I'd have her screaming the whole place down!
"Why do you smirk? Am I missing out on a joke? Because I hate being left out of jokes!" Russia glared.
"No no, my friend, you have it all wrong. I was just laughing cuz I was thinking about what I'd do if there was a hot girl here."
"You want a girl?"
"Of course – I'd bang her so hard, the fuckin' sunflowers would feel it."
Russia stared ahead blankly as he registered what the other guy was saying. After another long, awkward pause, he finally spoke again, with childlike innocence.
"You wish I was a girl?"
"Hehe yeah, sure"
Before America could catch his next breath, there was a blinding flash of light and Russia suddenly collapsed to the floor; his scarf covering his entire head.
"Woah! Fuck! Are you okay, man?" America rushed over to help the guy up off of the ground and then quickly dropped him again.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he cried "Y-you're a girl?"
