I couldn't see anything in the new whiteness I found myself in. It was like I had a giant flashlight in my face. The new environment was too bright. It hurt my eyes.

Maybe I should just close my eyes. But that wouldn't make any sense; I found myself in this new whiteness when my eyes were closed. So, wouldn't that mean that my eyes were stilled closed now?

I don't remember opening my eyes. But in dreams eyes are always open, there isn't a moment where you open them for your dream to begin. Wait, was I in a dream.

I closed my eyes before I got here, so it should classify as a dream. But I remember the exact moment I got here, so it shouldn't be a dream. People are incapable of knowing the exact moment they fall asleep. So that should mean that I'm not asleep, right?

I'm so confused, and this bright light isn't doing me any good. What is the point of the light anyway? Maybe it's a symbol of something. But that doesn't make any sense; if it were a symbol I would know what the meaning it held was, wouldn't I? I am so confused.

One second I'm at America's house, and now I'm in this blinding light. That just doesn't happen in a normal, sane person's life. Do I still classify as a normal and sane person?

Seriously, does the term sane still apply to me? A sane person doesn't hear laughter fade and then find themself in a white room. Son of a tart!

I forgot about that anxious French laugh. How could I forget that? France is what I need to be worried about right now. And the stupid blindness of the stupid whiteness made me forget.

Does that even make sense? Is it even possible for a light to be so powerful that it blinds me from seeing what I need to be seeing? Well, maybe "seeing" isn't the right word there.

I'd rather stick pins in my head, then see whatever France wanted to expose to me. Oh, goodness no! Could France be possibly exposing everything about my body to himself right now to suit his disgusting wants? Damn, that sounds so wrong.

This sucks. My body is probably being taking advantage of by France, and I have no idea what is going on. The only thing I feel right now is cold. One would think that the light blinding me would bring in some heat, but no.

Well, maybe I'm just being a bit paranoid. I might actually not be on the recliner, being raped, and having some sort of hallucination of a blinding white light. Hell, that can't be what is going on right now.

I'm not on the recliner anymore, and I'm not being trapped in my mind with some sort of crazy hallucination of whiteness. Hell that would just be too unfair and crazy.

I'm actually in this whiteness that doesn't exist only in my mind. 'Cause it never was in my mind to begin with. This whiteness really existed and I'm completely in it. It's not just in my mind while by body gets…. I don't want to think about that.

But, yeah, France can't be doing anything to me, because I'm not on the recliner anymore. I'm really and truly in this complete whiteness. And it never was a hallucination!

Hell, none of them were really ever truly a hallucination! What was a hallucination was finding myself in the doorway at America's house. Finding those countries really happened, because that wasn't a hallucination. America's itchy couch was a hallucination, but that strange beach wasn't. Listening to America's stupidity on veterinarians never happened either, because that was a hallucination as well. And Lithuania actually did commit suicide because that wasn't a hallucination either.

Oh, no I forgot about Lithuania! I can't believe I let Belarus encourage his suicide. That was just awful! And she shouldn't get away with it. Now that I know-

The sudden change of scenery cut off my trail of thought. The whiteness just instantly disappeared, and now I was standing in one of those walk-in freezers. Well, I guess that explains why I'm so cold. But, it still doesn't make any sense. I can't just somehow end up in a freezer after being in whiteness.

Maybe I am losing it. Maybe this really is just a vision of some sort. Meaning that the whiteness was all just created in my head? How the hell did I begin to think that I wasn't imagining this?

Why a freezer? The tacky pink house was at least a place I've unfortunately visited before, and the beach was probably a symbol of happiness I haven't felt in a long time. So what the bloody hell could a freezer mean?

It can't not mean something. Sure, I haven't figured out the meaning of the other hallucinations, but that have to have some sort of meaning. Even the disgusting first one has a rational explanation. I can't just be going mad, can I?

I don't understand any of this. Seriously why a freezer? Where the hell is the freezer supposed to be located anyway? The pink room was part of a disgusting pink house. And the beach was outside. So, that should mean that the freezer was part of a room of a house.

I wish I had at least an idea on where I was located. If I'm supposed to learn something from this freezing vision then I should at least know my exact location. It's a shame that I haven't visited other countries' freezers.

That would be stupid. Why the hell would I visit somebody's house just to see the freezer? Seriously who does that? If these visions want to tell me something then they need to be a little clearer. Just a freezer isn't doing me anything. It's just making me cold.

Oh, goodness is it possible for me to freeze to death in a vision? Could that even happen? I want out of this vision now. I don't care if I haven't seen what I needed to see yet! It's too cold to stay in this imaginary freezer any longer.

I haven't learned the message of the last two visions, so I don't care if I don't learn the message of this vision. Message or no message I want out now. This is just-

The sound of the hedges on the freezer door interrupted my train of thought.

A/N

So, anyways I thought that I should share the best answer I received to one of the last review questions.

The Question was:

"Where was Poland in that one chapter?"

And the answer I got from Kyuusoku was:

" Well, once Iggy left, Liet was still falling when suddenly Poland came

out of nowhere on his super duper ultra mega awesome and magnificent flying Super Pony and caught Liet while screaming "IT'S, LIKE, SUPER PONY TO THE RESCUE!" at the top of his lungs, then they rode to the nearest mall there was to go buy some hot pink nail polish. The End."

Anyways here is your next set of Review Questions. I'll pick my favorite answer to put in the author note of the next chapter.

What do you think is really the hallucinations?

Does anybody else know the poem "Ten Little Solider Boys"?

Why won't my mom let me bake a cheesecake?

What should America buy at Wal-Mart?

What is your theory on the hallucinations?