Ugh, those Biology and Chemistry tests shouldn't have been one after the other -_-

I'm ready to fall asleep XD but it's only half past five (edit: now it's almost 8 and I have Physics homework to do)...meh. I'll write you a chapter first :)

ARGH. WE NEED A THIRD PERSON PERSONAL PRONOUN IN ENGLISH ALREADY. It's annoying :/

The name is from an online fantasy name generator called Serendipity, which is amazing. My mum suggested Fiona for the name, but then I remembered my saved name list ;) one of which was Fialina. I also had Emmakala there, so that's likely to appear too.

Enjoy~

The alarm clock beeps incessantly, forcing me awake.

"This is such an unawesome time to wake up," Prussia groans, propping himself up on one elbow on the floor.

"I concur," adds Romania.

"Unnhh...shut uuuuuup..." I moan, clutching my head as a hangover grips me.

"Did you just tell the awesome me to shut up?" Prussia demands, shuffling until he's sitting upright inside his sleeping bag (he and Romania must've got those after I'd fallen asleep).

"N-no, I meant that bloody alarm..." I fumble for the button lethargically, missing every time.

Romania gets up and whacks the button, narrowly missing my hand.

"Ow...my head...ow...ow..."

He rolls his eyes at me, leaving me alone with Prussia in the room. I look at him incredulously.

"Wha- what's happening with you? Didn't you drink a lot as well?"

His clothes are almost as dishevelled as mine. Those geniuses didn't bring pyjamas with them. Well, maybe they left them at whichever hotel they stayed in for the conference.

"Me? Nein," he replies, flicking his wrist downwards as he speaks, "Rumänien stopped me from drinking as much as you did. Just so I'd have enough co-ordination to record a little something."

My eyes widen in horror. "Whatever it was, delete it."

Prussia picks up his iPhone, pressing the screen a few times to find said video, before holding it up to my face.

"Fraaaance," my drunk self slurs in the video, stumbling, "y'know, I...I looove you...I freakin' love ya..."

My hand shoots out to steal the iPhone from his hands, but he yanks it away just in time.

"Kesesesese...maybe I should send this to him..."

"No, don't!" I cry out, throwing the covers off. I dive onto the floor in front of him, trying to get the phone back, but he holds it out of my reach.

Prussia laughs loudly, causing my head to throb. I clasp my hands to it, and he quickly takes my lack of opposition as a chance to send the video. I think. Then he confirms it by showing me the screen.

"Git," I grumble, as Romania returns with some water in his hand. He offers it to me, and I gladly drink it. Bloody alcohol. I'm never drinking again. Ever. I mean it.

"So...why did you have an alarm set to this time anyway?" Romania asks, sitting down beside me. Then he hesitates, considering something. "You called me at about this time yesterday, didn't you?"

"I dunno what's happening," I slur sleepily, now that the panic from earlier is over. Prussia's already sent it, what's the point? "I never set my alarm to that time. It went off yesterday at 5:12 for some reason, but I sort of forgot about it. You know a lot else happened."

Prussia sits at the side, messing with his iPhone and paying no mind to our conversation; probably updating his Facebook status to say that he's having a sleepover here and that he made it awesome.

"I think it was one of the fairies," I continue.

"No," Romania cuts in, suddenly acting serious, "it's too much of a coincidence. That wouldn't have happened at the exact same time as all of this started."

"A coincidence is possible, they're always possible," I retort, sipping the water, "Ruhtra seemed to only exist in the dream world, so I guess that it - or he or she - would be able to affect my appearance, but not necessarily my surroundings..."

"Ruhtra?"

"Long story," I mumble. "Heh, maybe I should've asked what happened to my looks, that would've been a good idea," I wonder aloud.

The dream's events return to me.

We'll find your parents.

Such meaningless, empty words.

Nothing more than rubble.

The destruction of so many things that meant so much to me...

A human hand. Another human hand clasping it.

The death of so many people...

"Anglia...ANGLIA!" Romania calls, bringing me back to reality. He looks at me with concern. I must've been staring off into space. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I reply.

So real...it was more than a dream. It was a memory. A memory that'll haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Hey, England, what's up?" Prussia asks, his attention torn from his screen. He slings his arm around my shoulder, leaning into my face. "You can tell the awesome me~"

"I said, I'm perfectly fine!" I snap, sliding out of his loose, unwelcome, over-friendly grip. I stand up and storm out of the room, not wanting to face Romania's interrogations and Prussia's...well, Prussia in general. Especially with this bloody hangover.

I stagger downstairs to the kitchen, with the mug Romania's given me still in my hand. I refill it and gulp the water down greedily, anything to make this stupid headache go away.

You know what, England, you're pathetic. Letting Ruhtra take advantage of you and make you depressed over an event from so long ago?

Not now, brain, I scold myself. Well, maybe it's true...but what was I meant to do, faced with something like that all over again...

I recall the fresh memory, spluttering around the glass as sadness clutches me again.

"F...fuck..." I mutter, sliding down to the ground, sobbing pathetically.

"Arthur?" whispers a small, feminine voice. I look up, catching sight of Fialina, one of my fairy friends.

"Leave me alone," I mutter.

She flutters closer, cautiously. "Are you alright, Arthur? You...are you crying?" She gasps, drifting ever closer.

"I asked you to leave me ALONE!" I snap. "I don't want to talk to anyone, okay?"

I feel my eyes flare up, and she flies off in fear.

"Damn this short temper," I seethe. "Fialina! Fialina, I'm sorry!" I call out, but she's already gone, afraid and probably offended.

"Fialina!"

I run upstairs to hers and everyone else's bedroom, throwing the door open so it slams against the wall. I wince. I didn't intend to do that, and the loud noise means that the pain in my head has increased again. Looking around, I notice Mint's startled eyes looking at me.

"Pardon my intrusion, but have you seen Fialina anywhere?"

Mint timidly points over to the drawers nearby (I built small bedrooms in there a while ago for the fairies because it was just easier than using magic) and cowers in the corner.

"Mint? Oh no, please don't be afraid of me too..." I walk over to Mint, who flinches as I approach.

"She...she doesn't want to see you! You're scary!"

"Don't..." I start, edging closer, but Mint flies away. "Please, I don't mean anyone any harm! Is it my eyes? I didn't mean to scare anyone! Don't...don't leave me..." I cry futilely, "I don't want to be alone, not now..."

I drop to the floor. First salt on that old wound, and now this...

I become aware of a drawer opening slowly, and Fialina is soon by my side.

"Arthur, it's fine. I'll help. We'll all help."

She holds on to my finger, smiling up at me reassuringly.

I smile back, but it's fake. All I could think of were the words I'd said decades ago...

You'll be fine. This'll all be over soon. I'll help you. I'll protect you.