"Good mor-er afternoon~" BlueBird sang as America was stumbling down the stairs. She was watching something bake in the oven with a warm smile on her face. England was sitting at the table still a bit groggy and had dried drool on his face.

"Well, I just had a great sleep. How 'bout you guys?" America asked as the smell of sweets perked him up.

"Hmmm." England mumbled still half asleep.

"Arthur just came down a few minutes before you but I think he just smelled what I'm baking and started to sleepwalk." BlueBird playfully said as she opened the oven door. The wonderful smell that came out was enough for England to sit up completely awake. America was already drowning in his drool. They waited patiently as she put on icing and served them.

"WOW!" America said with a mouthful of the sweet. England looked to be in heaven.

"I'm glad you like them. I've been craving them every Sunday for some reason. So today while you both were asleep I decided to see if I could make them." She told them simply while eating the sweets as if they weren't really that special.

After all the sweets were eaten and America and England had serene looks on their faces BlueBird cleaned the kitchen and went back to her room. She came back a few minutes later with her new sketchbook. She didn't look as happy as she did when she left and both countries noticed this. She sat down in a chair and looked at the pages.

"Hey, BlueBird what's got you so bummed out?" America asked now worried. England was also concerned.

"Oh, um…I woke up early and drew parts of a dream I had." She said looking at the pages. "It was a nice dream. I didn't want to wake up." She smiled. "But it was like I was there to say goodbye or something." Her voice was quieter when she said that.

"What are they of?" England asked wondering what could have made her upset.

"Here. I'm not sure what or where it is but…I just feel it's a really important place." She told them as she gave them the sketch book.

It was only four pages. One was a simple ruff sketch of a cliff overlooking a beach and some lines that looked like a sort of compound. It was like a child tried to remember a distant memory and couldn't get the details right. The next had different images on it one of a welcoming looking house with shrubs around it and a sign but it was blurry so you couldn't read what it said. The second of a foyer with a large round window a fireplace surrounded by comfy couches and at the round window was a grand ebony piano. But the last picture on that page had a dark basement like room with two sets of bunk beds and somehow it still seemed to be a loving home. The third page had what appeared to be the top of a warehouse and was at an angle to look down to the street an emotion of dread seem to fill the picture.

It was last one that got to them. It was a house and a yard that looked like it at one time would be the envy of all the homes in those garden magazines. Now though the roof was caved in a bit, weeds overgrew everywhere through the porch and cracked cobble stones, and wild ivy plants crawled up to cover windows. It looked to not have been lived in or taken care of in years. It needed love and care immediately if it were to continue standing. At some point it was a happy place but now felt like something terribly sad was there. Nobody was going to come.

"That one is the one I felt I was saying goodbye to in my dreams." BlueBird said breaking England and America's trance. They hadn't realized how quiet it had gotten in the kitchen. They even jumped a little when she had spoke.

"Y-yeah, I can tell why it would make you feel like that. It looks like a very sad place." America told her.

"But also a very happy one." BlueBird said so quietly England and America didn't seem to hear her. "Alfred do you remember what I told you the day of that thunderstorm?" She asked him.

"Yeah." America told her remembering while England had no idea what they were talking about and was completely lost.

"I believe I may have been right. About subconsciously gaining my memories. I'm not sure completely but in some part of my mind I know what happened to me. I feel like I've been to these places before and my subconscious is bringing them back slowly in my sleep." As she was telling them this she saw the looks on their faces. The expression of surprise and wonder. "It seems like it's the least painful things first. Random places or people. To help me readjust to what I previously had to deal with over a long period of time." She told them in a soft voice. It took them a while to speak after contemplating what she said.

"Yes that would make sense. Your body suffered a trauma and your mind simply couldn't deal with it all anymore so it shut down temporarily so to speak so it wouldn't break." England said in a low voice his gaze to the table.

"Sorry again for-" America tried to say.

"I already forgave you for that Alfred." She smiled and sounded like a mother when she said that. Then her face went downcast and she looked down. "But there is one thing I don't understand. When I first drew pictures all of you said you recognized them from your dreams. It's like we're connected mentally. How is that possible?" She asked looking at them for answers.

They both knew now they had to tell her.

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Surprise though this is a bit more of a filler I figured I needed to post something now since I need to get my grades up immediately ill update as soon as I can I promise and again remember to review and tell me what you think