A/N: There is a one and a half week time skip between last chapter and now, so no one get confused! R&R!
A small boy wearing dark navy blue clothes wandered up to the little girl. His hand fidgeted at his side. "May I speak with you…?" He shyly asked.
The little maid-dressed girl stared sweetly at him. "Yes, what is it?" She smoothly asked in her beautiful voice. He dropped his head to look down to his feet.
"Someday," – his voice silently cracked as he began – "I want to become a strong and powerful country…" He glanced up at her. He extended his arm with lightning speed at her. "I want you to join me! Become a strong nation, together with me!" His head fully rose to be fully visible to the girl. "Join me…?" Hesitance filled his voice. The girl gazed down at the trembling hand in front of her.
The scene faded away as Germany opened his eyes. "Dammit…" He whispered. These dreams have been keeping him awake for almost two weeks now. What is this all about, he thought silently. He glanced around the room to be sure he was in reality. He couldn't believe it. Every night it was the same nightmares. This maid-girl and this small boy somehow shocked him. "Dummkopf…" He whispered to himself. He staggered into the dimly lit bathroom.
"Look at yourself…" He mumbled as he stared at the muscly man, who was in turn staring at him as well from behind the glass. "You're not… you anymore. What is it about these dreams that are making you insane…?" He remained silent for a minute before dropping his head. "Und now I'm talking to myself…" He groaned out.
"Get a grip on reality. They are only a part of a dreamland…." Germany whispered as he filled his hands with water. He splashed the warm water on his face and shut the sink off. He left to the bed and laid down, pulling the covers over his body once more.
Dummkopf. It was no longer a term he used on Italy. He himself felt like one. He turned on his side, facing the dull wall. He heard Italy move slightly. "Am I really believing in shooting stars? In wishes? Und I'm letting these silly dreams keep me awake…." Germany whispered.
"Maybe soon I'll know…." He spoke softly. "Maybe…" He repeated the word. Such a small word. His sanity depended on the outcome of this word. His thoughts slowly drifted in and out of his dreamland. 'Yes, I know soon that I… will…" He fell under the spell of sleep.
The boy stood, holding a rectangular canvas in his hand. His clothes draped over his body in a perfect fit. "We are almost finished with preparations." A sailor told him. He stared up at the tall sailor. He nodded and the sailor returned in the direction of the ship.
"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" A sweet voice called from behind him. He spun around, only to see the cute maid standing before him. The little boy whispered something too soft to be heard.
"Saying goodbye is a hard thing to do…" He responded, his voice at a normal volume. He didn't move an inch. He was frozen in a numbing state of shyness.
She didn't move either, clenching a bucket's handle in her miniature hands. "It's harder to leave when you regret not saying goodbye…." She responded in a wise tone.
The boy glanced down at his feet. "What do people in your country do when they are leaving?" She looked down before responding with a simple word – kiss. A blush formed on both of their round faces. He pulled her into a long kiss, only to be interrupted by the voice of the sailor. He parted from the girl.
"We're leaving now…" The sailor motioned toward the wooden ship.
"Oh… Okay, I will…" – His voice was covered by a faint cry – "… in a minute." He turned to the girl one last time. "Goodb-" His voice was cut off by another cry, repeating the name 'Germany' over and over. The dream crashed in on itself like a glass window.
Germany was instantly pulled out of his dreamland to find Italy, sitting in daylight beside him. "Germany…" Italy repeated his name once more.
"What is it?"
"You were moving around and acting uneasy, as if you were having a nightmare. It woke me up, so I thought I would wake you up…. You looked afraid." Italy calmly replied. He knew there was something Germany wasn't telling him. Germany looked out the window. It was morning.
"It's nothing, Italy. Just get dressed, we're meeting Japan at his house today…." Germany jumped up. He yawned silently, out of Italy's sight.
Italy decided it was time to ask. "Germany, you've been doing this for a while now…." He whispered sadly. "You've been having some type of nightmare, or something bothering you that is keeping you awake. I know it. You've been acting like this for about a week…" Italy was worried about him. Germany could hear the concern in the boy's usually-cheery voice. Germany glared at Italy, and then started to get dressed without giving an answer.
I know, some of it sounds repetitive. I just want to show how much it is bothering Germany by putting in the dreams a few times. I wanted to put a few important memories in at the end. The first two weren't very important, but these two are important to the plot. Sorry about repetition of the dreams concept. R&R.