"Prussia..."
Someone is calling my name?
It can wait... I was doing something... Wasn't I?
My memories are all slipping and crashing together. I remember the color red, and walking through the streets.
"... Wake up. Jesus, this is what happens you get drunk off your ass..."
It was a good dream. I remember that much. I remember feeling an overwhelming numbness and a sense of hysteria. Something happened I wasn't expecting... But what?
Is it important? After all it was only a dream.
"... You're always so problematic! Even Hungary got fed up with you last night!..."
Hungary? That's right. Hungary was in my dream.
She was wearing a dark red dress, which reflected the lights of the street. And she was outlined by a strong light coming from overhead.
Why was I dreaming about Hungary?
"Honestly Prussia! Wake up! It's a miracle you're in one piece right now. I guess that means hungry got you home alright..."
Hungary got me home?
And it all comes flooding back. All the sharp comments, her smile, the perfume she was wearing which clung to my skin as she pressed herself against me. Her pressing her lips against my...
I have to talk to her!
There is a searing pain in my head, which makes itself evident when I try to spring out of bed.
Bad idea. Gonna lay down for a little more.
"So nice of you to join us. Now, would you mind telling me what happened to you last night?"
If only I could. I'm still a little numb.
She... She kissed me...
I gotta get out of bed!
And all the blood rushes to my head and collects there.
Ok, it can wait. I'll lay down.
"Hey West. Do we have anything for hangovers?"
Well, doesn't he look wonderful. Anger really is becoming of him.
"Don't give me this shit Prussia! Not right now! Italy has managed to piss off Sealand and wants me to save him. Sealand! Who the fuck needs protection from Sealand?"
"…That's rough West, but seriously, hangovers? I'm dying over here"
"Medicine cabinet, if we've got anything it's there. I gotta go, when I get back I expect you to tell me what happened!"
"Yea yea, ok West. Later.
I've eaten, taken medicine, lain in bed asking to die, time to move to more pressing matters.
Like what the fuck am I gonna do about Hungary? Who the fuck does she think she is kissing me? Where does she get the nerve? What the hell?
Doesn't she know I have no interest in relationships? I don't want to be with anyone! I'm happy alone! So who does she think she is waltzing in with her red dress trying to take that from me?
Ugh, I need a drink.
The gag reflex is triggered. No, no I've changed my mind. No I don't.
Ok. Let's think about this rationally. She is a girl. I'm a guy. We both have needs...
What the fuck? Why does this sound like sex education?
Calm down. It's ok. Just relax. It's not like we're gonna have sex right away anyway...
WHAT THE FUCK? RIGHT AWAY? More like never! Not gonna happen! I wanna be alone!
Oh god, what's wrong with me?
Okay, she's a pretty girl. There's no denying that. And yes, she has... A little sex appeal. BUT it's not gonna happen! No frickin' way!
Ok. I need to sort these feelings out.
I'll just go meet her and tell her that I'm not interested!
Right problem solved! I got this! I'll do it now! Better get it over with fast, right?
Right. I'll go call her