A/N: fourth chapter~

I'll talk more at the end, but real fast, in case you forgot, I don't own Hetalia, it belongs to Himaruya.

Arthur woke with a groan when he felt Alfred start jumping in his bed. The idiot had kept him up past one, and then his sleep had been with uneasy dreams full of war, that he knew he could recognize if he tried, but he really didn't want to think about the horrifying fights he had seen. And now the wanker was waking him up at seven, even though they really didn't need to get up until eight, seeing they were expected to attend an assembly at nine before finding their classes and just wandering around.

"What the hell are you doing, you bloody wanker!" He shouted when he suddenly found the American's face an inch from him, staring at him with those bright eyes.

Alfred broke into an almost blinding grin, saying, "Come on Artie! We should get to breakfast extra early so that we can find Mattie and those other guys and explore! I want to see absolutely everything!"

"I went here before, asshat! And where did "Artie" come from anyways?!"

Alfred suddenly pouted, his face still just an inch from Arthur's, and looked almost heartbroken at the harsh words. Maybe they had been (slightly) uncalled for. "Oh, okay, if you don't want to, we don't have to. I am okay with whatever you want."

Arthur sighed, defeated. "Fine, we can explore. I actually heard they did some construction during the summer, so it might be a lot different."

"Yes! Artie thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" And Alfred nuzzled up against him, hugging Arthur, much to his discomfort, since he was only wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, but he didn't struggle too much. He breathed in Alfred's scent. He smelled like new grass. It wasn't too bad, Arthur thought. Finally, Arthur started to get very uncomfortable, and shoved Alfred off the bed, telling him to go take a shower first. Alfred, just got up, still smiling, and ran over to where his clothes were set out, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Arthur dragged himself out of bed and got out his clothes. The school, even though it was a boarding school, let them wear virtually anything they wanted, but Arthur decided to wear pretty much what he always did, a button up shirt, a pair of jeans, and black shoes. Actually, he normally wore dress pants, but that was just because his mum always made him. He liked dressing neatly, but not overly neatly. When Alfred came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, Arthur gagged on the smell. "What the hell is that smell?!" He gasped.

"I put on some body spray. Too much?" Alfred asked.

Arthur stared. "Did you fucking bath in it? Go, take another shower to get it out, go before I lose my sense of smell, you damn idoit!"

Alfred blushed for the first time and ran back into the bathroom. Then he came back out five minutes later without the immense smell. He was wearing a white t-shirt, that clung to him, even though he was skinny to begin with, blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a large bomber jacket, that was a little too big for the twelve year old.

Then Arthur ran into the bathroom and took his turn getting ready, and when he came out they were all set to go. It was only seven thirty, but they both headed down to breakfast, the halls nearly empty.

They ate breakfast reasonably quickly, and then Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and dragged him up and down every single hall, and checking the classrooms on their schedules (they were, to Arthur's surprise, in the same science class, even if they were in different grades, but Alfred explained science was one of the few things he excelled at), right up until the assembly. Then, they made their way to the gym, where they sat in the bleachers and listened to the teachers talk about rules and and learning and sense of community and blah blah blah.

After the assembly they found the other people who Arthur and Alfred had eaten dinner with last night. Alfred freaked out when he noticed the plush that Kiku was holding. "Oh my god, is that a Vaporeon!"

Kiku smiled fully for the first time, looking very proud of himself. "Yes, Alfred-san. My parents sent me it for a good luck present."

"Dude, that is so cool! I am so jealous of you!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "So, what have you guys been up to this morning?"

"Not much," Ludwig replied, shrugging.

Feliciano was clutching onto Ludwig's arm, and smiled at Alfred, "What did you guys do~?"

"We went exploring!" Alfred shouted, like they had been exploring a rainforest instead of a school.

Matthew tilted his head and asked in a whisper (Arthur was starting to notice that all he did was whisper), "But, Alfred, didn't we do that yesterday?"

Alfred suddenly looked slightly sheepish. "Yeah, well, um, Mattie, uh, we didn't go into any of the classrooms yesterday, and so I wanted to today!"

They all sat there for a moment, until Gilbert announced to them, "Let's just hang out all day! And you new guys can meet Eliza! She is my best friend and is almost as awesome as I am!"

They spent the rest of the day wandering around and meeting new people. Arthur had seen Elizabeta before, but he had never really talked to her, and she seemed nice, mocking Gilbert and being very kind to the rest of them, though she did look at him and Alfred a little strangely, and staring at Antonio and Lovino, and Ludwig and Feliciano the same way.

Her eyes lit up when she talked to Kiku, and got very excited when he mentioned that he wrote a lot of yaoi (Arthur still had no clue what that was, and figured he would ask Kiku at some point) and fanfiction, and got even more excited when she realized that he was actually one of her favorite writers. Then they sat off to the side together, looking at the camera Kiku had taken pictures of Arthur and Alfred with.

By the time Arthur got back to his room, he was definitely exhausted. He didn't even let Alfred talk to him. He was drifting off to sleep when heard a soft sob. He shifted around to look at the bed across the dark room. Alfred had almost literally crashed as soon as they entered the room. Now he was shifting around, crying quietly in his sleep.

Arthur silently slid out of his bed, and slinked across the room, looking down at the boy caught mid-nightmare. Alfred looked different without his glasses and the smile he wore almost as often. He looked older, more serious, and actually sort of handsome, but not as... cute. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was whispering, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. No, Japan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm... It wasn't up to me, I didn't know, they didn't tell me, I didn't know that... Nagasaki, Hiroshima, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to hurt you... England told me... I'm so sorry... I will help you build back up... I'm sorry..."

Arthur stared at Alfred, he was whispering and twisting and sobbing. Arthur reached out and shook Alfred gently, trying to wake him up from his nightmares. "Alfred... Alfred... Wake up..."

Finally, the American eyes opened, tears streaming down his face and his clear eyes unusually cloudy. "England..." He gasped, "Please help me... Like when I was younger... I-I need..." and Alfred broke down, sobbing harder.

Arthur didn't even notice that Alfred had called him "England", he laid down next to him after a moment's hesitation, and wrapped his arms around the other boy, feeling the tears soak through his t-shirt. He understood, he had had dreams like this before too, though the night before the dreams had been so much more detailed and numerous than usual, filling him up with moments that were like memories that he didn't recognize.

Alfred's arms wrapped around him, his face still buried in his shirt, and, arm in arm with the taller boy, Arthur fell asleep, exhausted.

Ludwig woke up on the first official day of school in a panic. His dreams had been horrible the past two nights, and he decided to simply chalk it up to homesickness. He knew Feliciano felt the same way, mostly because the small Italian slept in his bed. Which was awkward, because said Italian slept in nothing but boxers, and even those Ludwig had to convince him to wear. And Feliciano was the type of person who clung to you in his sleep. But he didn't push him away, because in the middle of the night when Ludwig would jolt awake, he would turn over to see Feli crying out in his sleep. So, he let the small boy hug him.

Anyways, Ludwig woke up in a panic, because of these dreams. He felt scared, and there was a pressure on his chest. Then he opened his eyes and realised that the pressure on his chest wasn't from fear or pain. It was Feliciano, laying on top of him and making Ludwig very uncomfortable, with only one layer of shirt fabric between their chests. Feli smiled down at him, resting his chin on Ludwig's shirt. "Good morning~ how are you?"

Ludwig still was very uncomfortable with how much physical contact he had with Feliciano, who always wanted to either hug him or hold his hand. "Errr... good." And he laid there, just staring into the beautiful brown eyes.

Feliciano grinned, "well, that is good! Now, come on, we have to get ready for school!"

Ludwig carefully and steadily got ready, finishing up several minutes before breakfast, when he finished slicking back his blond hair. Then he walked to breakfast with Feliciano, who wouldn't stop singing and talking.

After breakfast, Ludwig carried his booking to his first class, surprised to find out that all of his friends that were in seventh grade with him were also in this class. Feliciano and Alfred and what was his name again? Anyways, apparently they had most classes together, though he was rather annoyed by the American...

The first few classes blazed by, up until he got to his English class. Ludwig was surprised to see Kiku there, after all, this was a seventh grade class... Kiku walked up to him, saying politely, "May I prease sit with you? I needed to take this class as my engrish is still not very good."

Ludwig nodded and Kiku sat next to him a Feliciano, who smiled widely at the Japanese boy. "Ve~ hello Kiku! I am so happy you're in this class! This means that if something happens and Luddy can't come, then I won't be all alone! Isn't that great? I hope nothing happens so that Luddy can't come, but just in case~."

Fortunately, the bell rang, so Feli would have to stop talking. The teacher walked up, and right away began talking. "Hello, students, welcome to your seventh grade english class. And, you might be wondering, considering this is a boarding school for students from all over, why we are learning about english. Any guesses?"

Ludwig raised his hand and said, "It is because english is zhe language used most often for business, and zhe most people know it."

"Very good. So, if anyone has any issues with this class, you may go speak with the principal. Now, this class will teach you to write your best, mostly by doing research projects and writing prompts. This brings me to your first assignment, which will take several months to fulfill."

A groans filled the room at that statement, everyone except for Ludwig (who enjoyed work), Kiku (who was too polite), and Feli (who was excited for his first real school assignment). The teacher raised an eyebrow, and glanced around the room. "Now, it won't be as bad as you think. I know this sounds stupid, but we will be keeping a dream journal. Every morning, the moment you wake up, write down whatever you dreamed about that night in at least five sentences. This will give you practice writing, and, at the end of it, we will be able to compare dreams. I know that many of you won't remember the dream you had last night now, but for the rest of class we will be writing down our dream."

Then, the teacher passed out the notebooks they would be writing in, and they set to work.

Ludwig racked his brain to remember. He could only remember brief images: training with two other people, watching a group of people all in tatters march down a street while people watched and through dirt and garbage at them, and walking through a forest and seeing a crate labeled "tomatoes". He started writing.

After Ludwig was finished he carefully read the paragraph over and checked that he hadn't misspelled anything. Once he was sure of that, he closed the notebook and glanced at Feli.

Feliciano's face was, for once, serious. He was writing quickly, and when Ludwig looked at the paper realised it was half full of Feli's loopy handwriting. His face was serious, but his eyes were shining with emotion, and Ludwig thought he saw the beginnings of tears in the corner of eyes. Ludwig decided not to ask what his dream had been about, and instead turned the other way and look at Kiku.

Kiku's face did not have anywhere near as much emotion as Feliciano's, but he still had a look of mild concentration as he wrote, and finally, when he was finished, he set down his pencil with a brief sigh.

After a few more minutes, it was time to go to the next class, and Ludwig slid notebook into his bag, and got up and was walking out the door when he realized Feli was not next to him, and turned around to wait for him, surprised to see him still writing.

A/N: So, we have some cute UsUk going on, and then some serious nightmare issues (I think that Alfred would probably feel really bad about dropping the atomic bombs, since I feel bad about it, and I wasn't even around then). I personally think that Feli's dreams would be worse than the rest, mostly because his life kind of sucks, which is also my reasoning for him being so happy all the time, because he wants to try and block it out. Also, quick question, I don't know who Mattie and Francis will end up with (I do not want them to be together, it just seems so weird to me) Mattie could maybe end up with Gil, but then there wouldn't be PruHun, or maybe with Ukraine, and Francis could possibly be with Seychelles or something? I would like some suggestions, please.

Another thing I would like people's opinions on who else's point of view I could have at some point, and also if there are any historic events that are dream-worthy for a country. So, just tell me and I will try to use it. Thanks!