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Russia's eyes slowly opened, he felt that same cold wind on his face once again. He growled hating that someone keeps touching his window. Russia sat up immediately and slammed the window shut almost breaking it.

"Good morning Mr. Russia" Lithuania? Again? And with the same food and tray.

"Uh? Didn't I have that yesterday?"

"What? N-No sir. I didn't come in yesterday"

"Huh?"

Russia couldn't believe this; he was so sure he had that for breakfast yesterday. Was it a dream?

Russia got up and out of bed and just before he said anything else he spotted that same maid dress hanging from his on his closet door. It was still clean, untouched, right in the same EXACT spot he had left it from the day before.

"Uh…" Russia was highly confused, but he soon decided to try and ignore it.

"Are you ok sir?"

"…Da…"

Russia just took the tray and ate his breakfast. He headed downstairs and stopped in shock.

There, right there, was Estonia… cleaning, in the same places he was yesterday, doing the same things.

Russia stared curiously, and worried. He wondered if Latvia would clean the upstairs like he did yesterday, so he turned to Latvia and spoke.

"…Latvia"

"Y-yes Mr. R-Russia?" Same response.

"Um, go… clean the upstairs"

"Y-Yes sir" Once again, Latvia left for the stairs.

"What about me sir?" Lithuania asked.

"Russia just stared still shocked.

"Uh… Do I have a meeting today?"

"Uh? Y-yes you do sir"

Russia looked around his house once more in shock, he couldn't believe what was going on, then again, what happened yesterday, it was probably just a dream. Yes, it was one of those future seeing dreams that America would sometimes get excited over. Russia sighed calming himself before he walked out the door.

:::

Just like in the dream, Russia made it to the conference room.

He knew America would be in there on time for once. Unless the rest of the dream was messed up.

He entered the room and stared at everyone sitting in the same seats.

"Hello Russia, please take your seat" England said again.

"…..uh… o-ok"

"HEY COMMIE!" America once again shouted as he laughed.

Russia stared wide eyed curiously. He knew America would say that, but still he had to pretend he didn't dream about this happening, people might get the wrong idea, whatever it would be. Russia sat down in his chair quietly. He decided to not let this get the better of him and just smiled, trying not to think too hard about it. Just like in the dream the conference was about political problems and all that. America, again, blabbed on about the malls and him being the hero. England yelled at him and America laughed at him. Russia thought, I wonder if I'll get the same reaction from Yao.

He looked down at China and once more, grinned creepily at him making china scoot away in fear.

"This is weird" Russia said out loud.

Everyone had stopped talking and looked at Russia curiously.

"What's weird?" England asked.

"I think I had a dream of today"

America snorted and chuckled making everyone either simply look or glare at him.

"It's like one of those weird future seeing dreams, huh?" America said.

"Da, like that!"

"Well don't worry , they only really happen once… what else happened in your dream?"

England grew impatient of America interrupting the meeting and raised his voice to him.

"Git! Pay attention to the meeting, if you want to know what Russia dreams about then do it on your own time!"

"ohoo~ He said 'do it'" France said immaturely, but on purposely trying to piss England off.

England only growled at France before continuing the meeting.

The meeting ended. America was again complaining about how boring the meeting was. Russia and everyone else sat up from their seats and headed for the door, before any of them made it there, Italy came in and tripped over the same broom.

"You idiot! Watch where you're going first!" Germany said unimpressed… again.

"G-Germany! I'm sorry! "

"It's ok…"

Russia couldn't help but still laugh at Italy's expression making everyone uncomfortable to be there.

:::

Russia entered his house and found Lithuania making supper, the same supper. Lithuania looked over his shoulder again to see Russia at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Oh, hello Mr. Russia" He said nervously still, "Supper's ready, sir"

Russia knew what would happen next, maybe that dream had been there so he could do something different that day. Yes, that must be it. He saw Lithuania reaching for the pot and just before Lithuania touched it Russia quickly grabbed his hand making Lithuania yelp in shock.

"You need oven mitts before you touch something that hot, Lithuania"

Lithuania face read surprise. He couldn't believe Russia actually saved his hand from burning due to his own carelessness.

"T-Thank you Mr. Russia, I'll be more careful, sir, I'm sorry"

"Da, you better"

So, later that night, Russia crawled into bed, and fell asleep waiting for a new tomorrow.