4 years later…

America

Carribia grew into a beautiful young nation. She grew strong, but never had any urge to attack. Unless it was Prussia. She hated Prussia. He would always tease her about being a girl. She would get him back with jellyfish in his bed at night. Portuguese-man-o-wars were some of her fonder specimens, I believe. She would have made a formidable country to have in the Allies. But there was one problem. She didn't want to! She had some sympathy for the Axis, of all things!

She kept thinking that violence was not the answer, blah blah, all that new age hippie stuff. She could have been a ruling power, but she hesitated. She almost seemed to know something I didn't…

Carribia

I was scared. Really, really scared. After I had come back they had kidnapped me! I had been thinking about what had happened. I had dreamed that America got shot in the head, he did! If that was some power, like England had, then everyone I cared about could be in danger! America, Hungary, my human friends Cat and Kathryn, Britain...the list went on and on! And I couldn't just not sleep, and running away wouldn't do anything about dreams. Maybe I could ask America. But if I had a good dream, about countries I did not like...

I went to America about what happened. He thought about it. But then he told me to go to England. "Why Britain?" He laughed. "He has always been obsessed with magic. Him and his imaginary friends!" I smiled. I had seen Britain talking to Flying Mint Bunny on more than one occasion. But ask him? Nah. He was more into black magic. Not really my thing. I wondered if America and Britain were starting to make up. They still fought, but I was starting to think that maybe they enjoyed it. Plus, even if me and America fought, we would not fight for so long! I wonder what happened exactly? It was big enough to start a war! Maybe I'll ask Britain about it. Ask Britain. Dammit. I was getting my thoughts away from psychic death dreams. Oh well. Who else was into magic? Russia? NOPE! I thought some more. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. I guess I'll ask my friends at home. Yeah, I still thought of my friends as home. With a start I realized I had not seen them for 2 months! Oh no! They might think I abandoned them! I have to go!

I arrived at Cat's house nervously. I rung the doorbell. Kathryn answered it. She had her head turned the other way. "Cat! Someone's at the door!" "Let them in." a voice called faintly. Turning away, I realized Kathryn had not even seen me. "What's up?" I asked. She replied "Me and my friend. We're kind of fighting." "What? Why?" "Our other friend left. Cat wants us to wait and see if she'll come back, but I vote that we should go find her!" I almost laughed at that point. Wow! They were fighting about the best way to find me! I said slyly, "I bet my money on Cat." she turned, frowning. "Why would you…" she screamed. "SYDNEY!" Cat came running down the hall. "What? I heard you say.." I laughed and hugged my best friends. All my worrying was for nothing!

We all sat in Cat's bedroom. I looked around, and the thoughts of the dreams roared into my head again. Dammit! They looked ecstatic. Kathryn kept hitting herself on the head, muttering. "How did I not notice? HOW?" Cat was just happy. They showed my new videos they had made. Finally, we stopped talking and sat in silence. I took a deep breath. Just remember, these are the best friends in the world. Yeah right. That made me feel better. They could be at the top of the list of people that my psychic death dreams would target. They looked at me expectantly. Here we go.

I launched right in. "You all know the story of how America got shot, right?" They nodded. I had told them. What happened involved a sleepover, a baseball bat, and a cloth bag. "Well, right before he went off to war, I had a dream. I saw him.." I choked back a lump in my throat. "I saw him lying on the ground, bleeding. I saw Britain holding him. I saw everything that happened." My friends stared at me. I took another deep breath. "Also, right before the war, I had another dream. I thought of a evil person standing outside the door, waiting…I told America, and we went downstairs. Russia was there. He delivered news that Austria and France were going to attack." They were still staring at me. Kathryn spoke first. "So what you're saying, is that you have some sort of psychic dream?" Cat said "Cool!" I was getting angry. "No, not cool! These dreams always bring bad news! You guys could be next!" They started laughing. I was confused as heck. What?

When they pulled themselves together, I was still standing there, confused. "Why are you laughing?" They smiled. "From what I see, these dreams of your's predict the future, not change it." Kathryn said. Cat nodded. "Yeah. Still, these things haven't happened for a while, have they?" "You saying that, I will have one tonight." I muttered. She laughed. "There's nothing funny about it!" Kathryn, always the voice of reason, stepped in. "America didn't die, did he?" I groaned. "Karma. You saying that, he'll have a heart attack from his burgers." This time all 3 of us laughed. "Listen, I'm sorry I haven't contacted you guys in a while." "We understand." Kathryn said kindly. Cat muttered "Just don't do it again, ok?" I promised, and we arranged for them to come over in a few days. I left the house relaxed again. You thinking this way, you'll have one the next night. said a little voice in my brain.

I didn't have a dream that night. I had one the next night. I was in a dark room, as water slowly filled it. There was a hand reaching out of the darkness. I reached out to it, but missed. The water slowly went over my head. I screamed, but it was muffled by...covers? I woke up, the sheets soaked in sweat, my skin clammy. America opened the door, blinking sleep from his eyes. "My god, do you have to scream while you're sleeping all the time?" But he walked over and sat down, putting his arm around me. I leaned into him, enjoying the fact that he would always be here for me, no matter what. I shuddered, thinking of my nightmare. Drowning? But I could swim. I was an island nation for god's sake! And the hand...it seemed familiar. How? What was going on?