A/N: Hello there, my lovely readers. Do to the unfortunate event that I have school on monday, I updated this quickly. I'm not exactly sure when the next chapter will be up but it should be up soon because it'll be the last thing I can do for a while. School really gets in the way of my writing. lol. But After the next chapter, it'll be a while before i update. Right now, Im just trying to get the story rolling. Hope you like it. Please Read and Review. Thanks! I wuv you.
ps: I am aware that this is a short chapter. Because my main characters are the ones that are probably going to have the longest chapter. But until they get sucked into the Hetalia Realm, this is how the story will be written. But don't worry, it'll happen soon. :D
~RemyKeehlJeevas~
Chapter 2
A portal had opened between the real world and the animated world. To combine reality with fantasy is a dangerous thing to do because it messes with time and the minds of those who have always been either in the real world or the anime world. No one truly knows why this portal had suddenly opened but it would be a danger to them all. Nor are the side effects particularly favorable but nevertheless, this portal had to be closed.
That, my dear reader, is where the story begins.
Somewhere in the realm of Hetalia, a certain Brit was waking up with a problem in his pants and several questions on his mind.
Who is she?
Of course, maybe England had had dreams like this before. But none so detailed. As in she had a name and a face. Not only that, he felt a mental attraction to her. Like maybe he'd met her somewhere. The thing was he'd never seen her before. He should know her but he didn't. Yet he was,
'In love with her?'
'No, that could not possibly be,' Arthur thought to himself. How could you be in love with someone you didn't know, you haven't met, and certainly never seen before? Since we all know about England's sense of imagination, that would be the only way he could explain this dream. Yes, it's simply that he had imagined it. Right?
Arthur inhaled deeply and sat up from his bed only to remember his "problem." He groaned and guessed he would have to wait a few minutes before it would diminish, for lack of a better term. The best he could do was try not to think about that girl. Try not to think about her body, the way she felt, the way she looked at him, and the way he kissed her. Arthur groaned. He wasn't helping himself at all.
After Arthur got dressed, he went down stairs and made a cup of tea before he went to his office. He read through files and filled out paperwork and all the usual representative work. He had been sitting for hours, and he could use a break then. He took a sip of tea, which had now turned cold, much to his disappointment.
At that moment, the phone rang. Arthur answered it, "Hello?"
"DUUDE, DID YOU SEE IT, DID YOU SEE IT?"
A tick mark formed on Arthur's head. Of course it's America. What did that idiot want?
"See what?" Arthur asked with an annoyed sigh.
"THAT HUGE EXPLOSION IN THE SKY? IT WAS TOTALLY BADASS."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "What the bloody hell are you talking about? And would you please stop yelling in my ear?"
"Oh, sorry, bro. There was this big explosion in the sky. I was sleeping last night when I saw this burst of light flashing. You had to have seen it. There was this pinkish hole. Now all it's doing is glowing in the middle of the sky. Kind of looks like a snowflake shaped bubble. If you look outside, you might see it. I'm calling an urgent meeting, Thursday morning. 8 am. You got it?"
Arthur sighed heavily and went to his window. Sure enough there was a sort of clear snowflake shaped bubble in the sky.
"What is that?"
"I don't know man. But it's cool right?"
Arthur studied the odd bubble. It seemed to pulse and shimmer there in the sky.
"But anyway, you're coming to that meeting, right?"
"Yeah, Yeah, I'll be there."
"Cool, bro. See you soon.'
America hung up. Arthur placed the phone back on the hook.
Whatever that thing was, Arthur hoped he wouldn't regret it. Arthur could remember the last time something like this had happened and the whole world had been turning white. Surely those weird UFO bodies couldn't be back?
But, no, dear reader. This time it wasn't the aliens.
"Mr. Bonnefoy? It's time to get up." One of France's maids came in and opened his windows to let in the bright morning before leaving his room.
France however was buried under his blanket, caught on a memory of his dream last night. He had been up for about an hour now, trying to fathom the woman he had seen. 'Lyn..or something.'
France shook his head. He'd most likely had dreams like this before, and that was how he would pass it off. He would excuse the difference between the rest of them. No matter how much realer it felt, or how familiar she seemed, he would excuse it.
What was really on his mind more than anything was that explosion he saw. He had seen a burst of light shoot out from the sky and now there was this bubble looking thing in the sky. He'd been sitting on his balcony with a glass of wine when he caught sight of this explosion.
At that moment, the phone rang. France reached for it from under the covers.
"Bonjour?" France yawned.
"FRANCE! DUDE! DID YOU SEE IT? LAST NIGHT? DID YOU SEE IT? THAT EXPLOSION IN THE SKY?"
"America? Oui. I did. Do you know what it is?"
"No, man but I'm calling an urgent meeting Thursday, to talk about it, 8 am. Be there or be square, Yo."
"Of course I will be there."
"Alright, see you then."
And with that America hung up.
France sighed and pushed the covers off his boxer clad body and sighed. Images of the woman appeared in his mine again.
"What do you want, Francis?"
"Is it not obvious, mon chéri?"
France kissed her neck and pressed her harder against the wall.
"Francis…we should…."
France shook his head. Should a dream ever be this vivid? He could remember every detail . He could feel her on him as if she had been there last night, literally in his room. It was not like other dreams. In which he usually forgot the woman or only memorized specific parts of her. But not this time, he remembered everything. The individual sighs she took in between his kisses or the way she gripped his shoulders tightly, pleading for him to take her anyway he wished. And all of it, he could feel. He could memorize. It was strange. Very strange.
But France wasn't the only one having strange dreams, dear reader.
And he certainly wouldn't be the last.
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~RKJ~