"Russia?" he meekly murmured, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
England was sitting beside Americas' bed, with a cup of tea in his hand and his trademark scowl.
"No I am not Russia, thank you very much. Though I would like to know why I saw you dry humping your pillow and calling out for him this morning."
Americas' cheeks burned bright red and he hid his head under the covers.
So I was still here, yet I was fucking her? This doesn't make sense – it felt so real!
"Um. Don't tell anyone, k?"
"I wont say anything – not for your sake, but because it was highly embarrassing to witness. Why were you doing it though?"
I guess I can tell England…I mean, he's into faeries and unicorns and…g-ghosts.
"Uhh, well…I fell asleep and I uh ended up in a dreamworld. It was Russias' sunflower field and…uh…he turned into a girl and we had hot sex and I think I got him/her pregnant."
There was a brief pause as England stared open mouthed at his comrade and slowly placed his tea cup on the side.
"Oh great now you think I'm a pervert and a nutbar."
"No no, well, I do still think you're a nutter but that's what I've always thought of you. But are you serious about this dream world? Do you know how lucky you are?"
"I got real lucky in my dream, let me tell ya!"
"Yes, judging by the drool all over your pillow. Anyways, yes, you are lucky as it takes a lot of effort to have a joint dream as vivid and as lifelike as yours and Russias'.
"He said that he created the dreamworld a long time ago…uh, he never had visitors before and uh, that's about it really."
"I guess he wanted an escape from all the carnage he's seen throughout his history. But it still doesn't explain why you happened upon it – these places are usually very secret and are only open to those who dabble in magic – myself included of course."
"Oh yeah, that's the other thing I forgot to mention; Russia said that if I think about him hard enough, I'll end up with him in the dream again."