Welp there she blows! I have updated again! I know I update at the most random times but college isn't easy I write and update when I can. Also fun fact the chapter names are based off songs that helped inspire that chapter. but enjoy!

Luciano stared at the space in front of him; the cloud that had shown him Feliciano was long gone, and the others had started whispering amongst themselves, probably wondering why Luciano hadn't moved yet. He didn't care what they thought; he could easily turn around and stab them right now. He could if he wanted to, but his mind was filled with thoughts of him. Of his words and the way they defended Luciano. No one had ever done that, either out of sheer fact that he didn't need it, or because everyone hated him, he didn't know but, there opinions didn't matter, just as their whispers didn't matter. Feliciano, he mattered, and his opinions of Luciano were far more then he deserved but he would take it.

"Oliver" He said suddenly, turning abruptly and marched over to the red head that was sitting in a chair teacup and saucer in hand. "How did you do that?"

"Well love" He smiled, taking a sip "I connected with his inner subconscious then manifested into that cloud so we may view it" Luciano eyes darkened grabbing the teacup out of his hand smashing it to the ground, his other hand shooting out to pin Oliver to the chair.

"How!" He demanded and Oliver had the decency to look frightened. Luciano was unstable when worked up and everyone knows he was not above stabbing someone.

"Your connected, that's how you can meet in dreams, your psyche is attached." Luciano continued to stare at him waiting for more "Have you heard him while awake yet? I used to hear Arthur, before he cut me off" There was a small pout on his lips as he said this. Luciano's magenta eyes looked up remembering the plane. He hadn't really understood it, but he had heard Feliciano, say his name. Luciano released him and started pacing, trying to put this together in his head.

"You've met him?" Al asked, popping another bubble, receiving a disappointed look from his 'father figure' that he shrugged off.

"Yes a quite a few times, when all of us were very young, before you and your brother even existed. He was-" Oliver paused as thoughts of the beautiful blond from his dreams came back. Shaking his head, he looked up to see all eyes were on him, including Luciano's. "When he learned I wasn't a dream he freaked out and blocked me out with magic I think he did so with the rest of the countries, I'm not too certain of the details, my only guess is in the last hundred years it had started wearing off, so that's why we have been seeing them, and now further interacting with them" Oliver summed up in an odd moment of seriousness. Those eyes kept staring amazed. With another shake of his head, his typical smile spread across his face.

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"We're connected by subconscious" Luciano sat in his office swiveling in his chair slowly, Feliciano was asleep, probably wondering where he was, he could tell somehow and that intrigued him as well. How exactly were they connected? And why? Were they created together then separated? Or created separately with the fate to find one and other? Luciano pushed back from his desk, lifting his arms above head in a stretch. He made his way to his room slowly putting his thoughts away for the night. He could always share them with Feliciano, but he didn't want to worry the other. He also didn't want to ruin their time together, he wanted to spend his night just being with the cute nation. He changed into in under where, the only thing he wore to bed, and crawled under the covers eager to go to sleep.

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Matt entered the snowy terrain with little knowledge on how he got there; it did little to stir him though. He idly wondered how he wasn't cold as his outfit consisted of his typical flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans. Those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind, however, when he noticed the ruins of a city come into view. It looked like this place could have been bustling metropolises at one point, but here it sat in shambles, most of the remains were still ablaze, almost as the destruction had just happened. He was by what was left of a brick wall. He was leaning agents it, knees pulled up to his chest head buried. Matt adjusted the hockey stick on his shoulder as he moved forward, black boots crunching in the snow. The boy didn't lift his head as the other peered down at him, his hand lifting his sunglasses to get a better look. He seemed so fragile and for lack of a better word, sad. Matt frowned at the thought of anything allowing this kid to be sad. Letting his glasses drop he threw his hockey stick off his shoulder before gently leaning down, taking his mitted hands in his own, callused exposed palms. Slowly he helped the other to stand being as caring as possible. The other looked up his giant violet shining with confusion and innocence, and for a brief moment all Matt could do was stare, memorizing this magnificent site to memory. Finally he brought those hands up right under his nose lightly kissing the white cloth. He really wasn't sure what had compelled him to do it, and if prompted in the future, he will deny it, but for right now, he will do whatever he has to, to keep that trust the other now has on his face. Matt slowly took a step forward, dropping the hands and wrapping his arms around his slim waist. He moved his face, noticing with pride how the boy's eyes fluttered closed. He let his lips brush across the skin under the ear in a kiss.

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Matthew shot up so fast he managed to tumble out of the bed completely. Everything about the dream had his head spinning, and his whole body was shaking as he climbed to his bed. Kumajiro was at the end of it, starring at his owner in concern. Crawling over to the animal he wrapped his arms around his bear in comfort nuzzling his face in the soft fur. He didn't say anything, he just breathed deeply willing he speeding heart to calm down. Finally he got up, Kuma still in his arms as he made his way to the phone.

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Matt woke up lethargically, that wasn't at all what he expected and he was blushing to his ears at his dream self's actions. He would never build up the confidence to that in real life, but if he sees that little beauty, Matthew, he would certainly try to kiss him again, as dreams were very different. He stood from the lazy boy he found himself asleep in, stretched out his back, grabbed his coat on the back and made his way out the door.

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"Ciao, hello?" Feliciano's chirped into the phone, wiping his hands off from dinner he in the process of starting.

"Feliciano?" He heard the familiar voice crack from sleep on the other side.

"Ciao Matthew" His eyes drifted to his clock reading 3:30 in the afternoon, "What time is it there" He frowned wondering why the Canadian was up so early.

"It's about 3:33, sorry if this is a bad time, but may I ask you something, please?" Feliciano nodded and although it couldn't be seen through the phone, the blond continued. "I heard rumors you meet someone strange in your dreams" a smile slowly made its way onto Feliciano's tan features as he heard the next response. "I think I met someone too. Could I maybe ask you a few questions?"

So Luciano and Feliciano weren't the first to meet after all, and whoes to say they havn't met before? Have they? Maybe? More answeres will be given as Feil slowly ganes exceptance over on the side of the light.

Awe yes are Canadians! Maple leafs! They are cute arn't they, not as adorable as Feli and Luciano but still very cute. Now who gets to meet next? I havn't deicided... but I am leaning tword one specific couple.

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