Sunflowers.
One of the rare dreams Ivan experienced. They surrounded him. Oh, how he wished this was his life. Without warning he was jolted to reality by an intense, burning pain all throughout his body. He cried out and fell to the floor, trying to stop the agony in any way he could. As soon as it began it ended. Ivan's eyes closed painfully and all he saw was black.
Across the globe in a certain "Land of the Free," America was experiencing the exact same thing.
...
England awoke in his favorite chair in his living room. He had a pouding hangover. He groaned, grabbing the attention of France who was in the kitchen. Out he came with Earl Grey tea.
"What are you doing here, frog?"
"Caring for the wounded."
"What happened?"
"I saw you on the floor of your potions room. The book on the pedestal was smoking."
"Interesting..."
It was decided that they would go and inspect the damage.
"You bloody git!" England snarled. "You broke the door down!" Indeed, the door was smashed to pieces.
"It was the only way I could reach you!" France justified.
England, however, was making his way to the book which had apparently been smoking. He gasped when he saw just which page it was on. "France..." he began in a low voice. "How drunk was I last night?"
"Very."
"Oh, no..."
"Why?" France asked walking up behind his friend. "What's wrong?"
"I swore I'd never to use this curse. There are so many things that can go wrong."
"Well..." France said. "Surely it can't be...that bad."
England just frowned. "It's extremely dangerous, Francis. Not many have survived it."
"Who did you cast it on?"
"Russia and America."
At that France laughed. "They are strong enough to get through this. They aren't called the two superpowers for nothing."
England sighed. "I hope so."