Authors note: Be warned this part was a little harder to create. In addition, this does contain feelings, that might upset you. In addition, it was the longest chapter I wrote about. Sorry for so long…. This is part one! (Call this Chapter 10)

(England pov)

I could barely feel anything from head to toe. Bones ached and throbbed uncontrollably. I could scene them screaming into my veins if not that than into my mind. My eyes, that burned, and my vision, which was extremely blurry. Pain that only reached my bones and eyes stretched down even more.

The pain that hid itself a little too well reached up to my voice, which I tried to keep it locked away and never used against my will. However, for once it was not my own. It felt rough, scratchy, and broken.

Focusing was nearly impossible, even my people felt the daze. I was surprised they can feel my pain. I can hear children crying, elderly's heart pound, and the young's thoughts enter my own. I knew we were one but I did not think now of everything.

My hearing slightly ringed a high screech, which was, again, difficult to stop. Everything stopped, as it seemed, which I slightly heard a low thud sound echoed around me. I saw blurry figures enter my vision. However, I swear I could see blond hair, deep but yet bright blue eyes, and a single piece of hair up out of place. I could feel my smile as I could see it is ushering me to sleep.

I followed its lead and closed my eyes, which darkness took me under its midnight black wings.

~~~~~~~~(Dream World)~~~~~~~~

All around me was black. Darkness. It wasn't long until a midnight, dark navy blue sky appear. And so did it's stars. Twinkled but none were as bright as the Neverland stars. It also wasn't long until my world started to take its shape.

Twisting, turning, and shifting as if, into a world I wasnt prepared for. I soon felt this world shook, as it did soft but ridged stones appear. They were a yellow color like the storied I read to America as a child. However, ahead of me was still black that has not yet decided to take shape yet but I followed the stones. As I did, I swiftly started humming to the "Follow the yellow brick road" song. It seemed a little out of place.

Right, left, right, left repeated in my mind as soon as it began. It never left, which the road took even a weirder shape. Quickly water rushed into my feet soaking wet and cold. I tried to jump back but I couldn't. There was this hard push, which only made me fall into the dark waters.

When the rush of water rise above my face, air rushed and poured. Darkness didn't help calming my nerves, nor my minds rushing ness. As deep, the water was I kept sinking until something moved under my feet. It was fast, I can give it that, but how fast it rushed made my skin jumped.

I tried to follow the movement as it snipped around me. As it happens, I reached into my pocket on my bottom left and pull out, what seemed like a hard rounded object. Quickly as I could, I turned it on and just like that, I saw teeth.

There were several misshaped teeth, which either were missing or, were moved around in painful areas on the mouth of whatever I faced. The water was murky and slightly green. However, the monster that faced me was big, scaly, dark green-brown color, and yellow-ish teeth to the tenth power. Its eyes, which shined this red color made my blood run, cold than what it had.

I could feel its movements, the swish of its tail and its feet that had claws. My mind yelled at me to swim away but I knew that if I did that it would get me. My gut told me to stay perfectly still and stare into its eyes. Nevertheless, of course as the two argued I saw that it had friends. There was maybe five in front of me and there was maybe more behind me.

All logic that came to me disappears. As I turned quickly which wasn't a bright idea, because the other behind me was just as ugly and dangerous as the other. In addition, of course, I didn't keep my eyes on them as I think of an escape like those stupid Indiana Jones movies that America forced me to watch.

I did not bother looking down, nor looking up upon to see few more of these reptiles laying hungry eyes on me. Seeing their red eyes, watching me made my body shake, which they slowly came closer to me, I forced myself down.

The one below me strike, which took my foot and bit at my ankle. I tried to scream but more air rushed out of my lungs. As quickly as I could I closed my mouth but soon more strike. Left and right they kept coming until my body went numb.

With that, they dragged me further down into the dark black abyss that was the color of my blood.

I simply looked at these beasts and understood them, mentally and physically. It shocked me at first until where they were taking me was clear. The water that used to me murky was clear. They threw me through the muddy bank.

I quickly, by reflexes, close my eyes hoping this dream was over. No, not a dream. The nightmare to be over. It was not long until a voice entered in my ears. It was soft, comforting, and almost welcoming. Nevertheless, when I looked up to see America looking down upon me, I could almost feel the disappointment into those deep, bright, blue eyes. I could feel tears running down my face, burning my skin with my dead sins.

That is when I felt pain rushed through me. However, he seemed unfocused on me but on someone else. I quickly tried to speak but I could not. It was near impossible. However, it did not stop me for looking around. I swiftly saw Canada with France. They looked angry, well more of Canada than France did. That is when I heard America's voice. "So this is it." He said with very little anger but almost sadness. It could have been disappointment, but sadly, my mind was not working from my pervious dream?

Then from nowhere, the scene changed from grassy fields to a dark, but rich, room. Which, I was on the head of the bed looking in front of a glassy mirror. It shifted from right to left with its ivy gold and silver designs.

It wasn't long until a soft sound entered into the darkening room. Which as if on time a child no older than 3, at the most, stood at the opened door. Looking, just simply looking until the child moved.

I could not tell if the child was thinking or trying to be brave without wetting itself. I could tell the child was scared from how it holds its toy. What else was that the toy looked very familiar? However, I was not sure where though. I know a child who used to love a similar toy like this child had. It had the same body size, maybe same fur color, and the same style bow.

What else was strange was what the child called me. "Iggy…?" uncertainty struck the child's voice. I wasn't sure if I should reply but I knew I have to some time. "Yes?" I tried to sound as if I just woke up which seem like the child did not notice it.

I had to be sure that it was America. I had to make sure it was Alfred. Which my thoughts turned into emotions, predicted true, that it was my baby brother. "Iggy, I'm scared. And I- I do not like it one bit. Can…. I sleep with you. Please?" he slightly shudder in the response. I could not help but feel slightly sorry for his good. "Yes, America, you can sleep with me." As soon as I said yes, he scurried over to me and quickly climbed in bed.

When he finally settled, his eyes were heavy which closed in no time. I swiftly see the dreams he was having which touched my heart painfully. I could remember all those times when he really did need me, but I was busy fighting with France to see.

The heartache he receives every time he waited for me, but only sees that I wasn't going to come back just yet. All the letters I wrote were confidence enough to face him. I could feel the pain every time broken his promises. It was enough to make me cry. However, he was not like any other child, he was mine. To see his smile turn to a frown could make a simple man fall, crying for forgiveness.

I felt whole, as I hold him in my arms. Even if he was/not real. I still felt whole.

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