Chapter Three
Germany lay back in bed. It's been a hard day. He pulled the covers up, turned to one side, and did not feel anything come to his mind. It happened only once in a blue moon, a night when Germany was able to avoid the twists and turns of his thoughts, and this night was one of them. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly. In, out. In, out. In, out. Germany quickly faded out of his bed and into the blackness.
He woke up in a hazy, sunlit field, standing in the swaying grasses. "What...?" A little girl, copper hair wrapped in a white kerchief, stood with her back turned to him. A voice, unaffected by the deepening of puberty, stammered, "I-Ita-chan!" Ita-chan? Have I heard that before? And where is this voice coming from? He realized it was coming from his own throat. But...my voice is not high-pitched, like a child's! "Holy Roman Empire!" The girl turned. Eh? That looks like... Though rounder and chubbier, the face was undoubtedly Italy's. But Italy is a man... Germany's high-pitched child's voice was speaking again. "Will-will you teach me to paint?" Germany suddenly noticed the easel and canvas tucked under his arm. The girl smiled...
...and then the dream turned dark.
The grasses grayed; the skies blackened and the copper-haired girl split and turned into tall, evil men carrying rifles. Germany felt himself being torn apart by their guns...
"Germany!" He jolted awake in bed, broken out in a cold sweat. Italy sat next to him, shaking his shoulders. "Ve~ is Germany okay?"
"I-I'm fine. More-more importantly, wh-why are you here?" Germany tried to send the dream into the back of his mind. It was just a dream.
But they say that one can only dream of people one has seen before...
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Alright! Third chapter. Read and enjoy...and...
...dare I hope for a review? If not, still, thanks for the read! :D
