Hello everyone! So I had a really bad case of writers block when I was writing the last chapter so I hope it was good! I hope you guys are enjoying the story, but if it's confusing don't worry, it'll get a lot less as long as guys follow. Also please review, I love reviews :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

They were under a large willow tree, the sun was gleaming, and its seemed to be gleaming a bright blue color. England was sitting there with them, America in between the two. He was playing with his old toys, the toy solders that England had built for him. England had his arm draped around the woman, she was as beautiful as she was before. So vibrant, her beauty was truly incomparable.

England was finally able to really look at her facial features. And surprisingly she looked slightly like him, with bright green eyes, and dark eyebrows although not as thick as his. She was very slim, and her bosom was slightly large. His heart was beating at a rapid pace, and he felt the way he did many, many years ago. At peace. Like nothing could come between the three of them.

The woman rested her hand on America's head and stroked his hair back. He giggled, and climbed up on to her lap. Leaving his toys on he ground. Than the woman faced England, "I love you Arthur", she said with a smile that made his heart melt.

But out of no where the sky turned dark, and the once bright blue sun had turned to a blood red color. America and the woman stared at England with sadness, and devastation.

"Daddy, why?"

England eyes shot open. "Damn it!" he yelled, crying, "that damn dream again! Why?! Why the bloody hell do I keep having this dream! Damn it!"

He wiped his eyes, and got out of bed. "Oh god, what is with this dream?" Every time he had it, it never made it easier to understand. He still didn't know who that woman was, and he really didn't know why America was calling 'daddy'. It made no sense! And what made it worse was that he would wake up crying every night because of that dream.

England needed help. He didn't think he could talk to any of the other countries about it, they wouldn't get him. They never did.

But he could always talk to a psychologist. Which when you think about it, was pretty idiotic, an immortal nation going to talk to a psychologist. But he needed help, badly.

England looked at the nearest clock, it was seven twenty in the morning. He took in a deep breath, and let it out with a shutter. Might as well, right? England grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He made it passed the first block, when that feeling hit him again. And this time it hit him hard. He quickly looked behind him in a panic. No one. So he continued to walk, but the feeling never left him. The feeling that he was being watched. It overwhelmed him, and made his head spin like a dreidel. All the sudden he felt as if he couldn't walk, like some how his balance or center of gravity had been disturbed. There was ringing in his head that made him want to vomit. It got louder, and louder, and louder until he thought his ears would bleed.

Than it stopped. Just like that it was over.

England looked around, panting heavily. There was absolutely no one around him, but he was still in a some what state of shock. He wasn't expecting any of that, he gulped, and wiped his sweat slicked forehead. His heart was going crazy, but he still continued to walk.

When England finally made it to the home of the nearest psychologist, he gave his name as Arthur Kirkland, and waited. For awhile that was all he did, just wait.

"Arthur Kirkland?"

"U-Um...yes?"

She smiled at him, "I'll see you now."

"Oh, r-right."

England went into her office and sat down in one of the plush chairs, the psychologist closed the door.

"Alright Arthur, my name is Lauren. You may call me that if you like." England simply nodded.

She smiled at him again, "So...can I ask why your here?"

"I'm here because...I-I...um."

"Because what Arthur? You know if something is hurting you, I promise that talking about will make you feel better...is something hurting you Arthur?"

"Yeah..." he narrowed his eyes, thinking about the dreams, and what had happened not just fifteen minutes ago.

"What is it Arthur?" she looked at him with a strange glance, "why won't you look at me?"

"I-I'm sorry, I'm just really out of it."

"You don't have to apologize, it's very normal to feel out of sorts. But you know that I won't be able to help unless you tell me what's wrong."

"I want to know if these dreams that I'm having mean something, or anything at all really. And I want to know why I keep feeling like I'm being watched."

"Well, what are your dreams about?"

England proceded to tell her all about the dreams. About the woman, and america as child again, and how at the end of the dreams they go from happy to sad in like the blink of an eye.

"What do you think this means? There driving me crazy! Y-You don't think I'm crazy do you?"

"No Arthur, not at all. Dreams can mean many things, but you did say that you don't know this woman in your dreams at all, right?"

"Yes!"

"Well, there is a possibility that you may come to meet this woman one day."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes having reoccurring dreams about someone can indicate that you either have feelings for them, or are having second thoughts about them. Or even that you may meet them one day. They can mean all sorts of things, depending on the dream of course. Because mostly they don't mean anything at all. But sometimes they can send you a little message."

"But what about their change in emotion?"

"I'm not sure. That could mean anything, the possibilities are endless...listen Arthur I'm going to ask that you spend a little time on your own. You know so you can have sometime to think."

"Alright, but I have to be somewhere in an hour."

"Thats alright, just remember what I said, okay?"

"Okay."

On Phoenix...

"What! Is that truly what you intend to do England?!"

"Yes", England said in a rather monotonic voice.

"Angela, you understand how precarious it will be, don't you?" France didn't quite believe that she would follow through with it, especially with five very young children.

"I completely understand".

"But, we aren't even aware of the location of that planet. How will you acquire it?" Spain was nervous about what England had just suggested.

"I will cope."

"So, you truly intend to go through with this, don't you? And all on your own?" Norway said, trying wisp away her disbelief.

"And who exactly said she'd be unaccompanied?" Lithuania said in a serious voice, despite the smile on his face.

Everyone stared at him, "W-What, no! Vadimas, why?" Poland said taken off guard.

"No, Natusia. I want to accompany you England. I don't want our morals to go unheeded by them. I want to help salvage the lives of these people."

England smiled, "thank you, thank you so much."