Afternoon. History class. My favorite.
I was just sitting there, waiting for the lesson to start again. I was tense, and each second it seemed that my pulse quickened.
The reason for my nervousness was the fact that we needed to hold a presentation. A presentation on a nation that we created ourselves. We had to explain the form of government, the state's history, finances, and industry, basically everything that made it tick. The moment we had received this project, ideas had started forming in my head. We could create our own nation! How often do you get to do something as fun as that?
I knew that most of my classmates wanted to create a perfect state. No corruption, solid finances and as much democracy as possible. But that was no fun. There is no perfect state. There is always something that is not quite right, which could be different.
I wanted to create a dysfunctional state. And it was clear to me what example I was going to model it after, the Soviet Union. If there was ever a state which was absolutely terrible, it was that one. Besides, during the presentation I would get to use my Russian accent which I'd been perfecting for so long!
So I sat there, in my left hand I clutched a memory stick, the thing I'd worked on for so long, and which was going to make my presentation completely awesome!
Then it was time.
I went to the front of the class, the curtains were drawn, and plunging the room into semi-darkness. The overhead projector displayed a black screen on the wall behind me. Then several words appeared, written in Cyrillic. I had the spelling checked with someone who actually took Russian as a language class. There were subtitles too of course.
'Commissioned by the state of Ostrogot'
And under that
'Approved by the KZB'
Then the next slide was in, displaying a large title
'OSSR – the Ostrogonian Soviet Socialist Republic'
Then the music started. It was the Russian national anthem, which I had thought to be best as a background. I looked at my classmates and saw surprise in their faces, looks that even showed slight amusement. Perfect.
That was when I started speaking, talking in my thickest Russian accent.

"Privyet comrades, my name is Aleksandr Braginski…"

It hadn't taken long for me to select a name. 'Aleksandr' was the first Russian name I could think of and Braginski…well, it was Russia's name in Hetalia. Not that anyone else got the reference, but it was more of a joke to myself.
I continued.

"…and I am here today, to tell you about my great home country of Ostrogot"

I gave them a speech I had practiced, a speech that told of the glory of my state, and of the wonders of communism, how capitalism was a failure, and that they all should come and join us in the fight against the Bourgeoisie. Basic Soviet propaganda of back in the day.
I went on with my inspirational speech until the hymn stopped, and then continued on with more serious matter, like showing them a map of Europe and where Ostrogot was, taking up a large part of Siberia. I explained everything, from history, to the structure of the government, to resources, and laced the whole presentation with propaganda, my logic being that if I overdid it, it would become ridiculous and hilarious, which the idea of communism was.
After half an hour I was done, and started taking questions. One question from my teacher was very amusing I thought.

"So, with you being communist, not participating in the current globalization going on, doesn't that mean that you're technologically behind?"

It was not a question I expected, but I knew that the eastern block was far behind from the west during that time.
I answered very uncomfortable it seemed.

"Vell…maybe just a little bit…"

"But you're going to correct that with the next five-year plan, right?"

I nodded "Da"

And that was the end of it.

Late evening that same day

I was brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, dressed in my pajamas, thinking about nothing in particular, just wanting to go to bed. When suddenly I noticed that I had started glowing…literally glowing, in a purplish light. I was so surprised that I immediately spat out into the sink. Then I began floating upwards towards the ceiling.
Sure I was going to hit it hard with my head; I stretched out my hands to protect myself. But I passed right through, and instead of coming out on the roof of the house, the first thing I saw was a darkened room, lit only by candles and that same glow which seemed to come from the floor itself.
The second think I noticed as I was floating upwards, now with my shoulders starting to emerge from the floor, was a man dressed in black robes, just standing there a few feet away from me, chanting words that made no sense to me whatsoever. He had his eyes closed, and so couldn't see me.
Then he spoke, loudly, in a commanding voice.

"I have summoned you from the depths of hell. SHOW YOURSELF!"

I had made it out to the waist, when I noticed that there was a drawing around me on the floor. A pentagram I think it's called, a five pointed star enclosed in a circle, with candles at each point where the star intersected the circle.
Witchcraft?
Ludicrous! But then how did I get here? Did I fall asleep standing? No, I know when I'm dreaming and dreams never feel like this.
So it was real.
And why did this scene look so very familiar?
At last my feet emerged, the glow subsided, and I was standing there, in my PJ's, toothpaste smeared all around my mouth, with what probably was a bewildered look on my face.
Then the man opened his eyes, and we stared at each other.
His expression turned to anger as he scrutinized me.

"I wasn't calling you!"

Then it clicked in my brain.
It was England.