1st Omake (will probably write 3), featuring some Austria x Prussia. Hmm, this is my first time writing this kind of thing, and it ended up in not being much... but I hope you'll like it.

I mainly wrote this omake because I'm the type who always wonders if the scenarios I have dreamt about have ever continued without me, probably with other people I might have encountered in the dream. But that, some persons will say, is impossible. I wouldn't know~

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Omake 1:

When the Cat chases the Mouse

He had searched quite a deal of time before he finally found what he was looking for so thoroughly. Finding a residue was a tricky matter, even for his current self. Lurking in the bushes, he purred at the sight of his prey, tail waving to and fro at the thought of the confrontation. But, then again, he did not give a damn: he leaped into action.

"I have seized your vital regions!!"

"Gilbert, let go of me at once!"

A very loud noise took the already disturbed silence its place, after people screaming, one had people falling. However, commotion sooner or later let its place to diverse positions and roles.

Laying calmly on his prey, Gilbert looked down at Roderich.

"You make such a good mattress, specs."

"I'd rather that was not the case. When do you plan of getting off of me?"

Prussia did not answer and took Austria's glasses off. The anthro-mouse did not move. Putting them aside, the cat then played with his prey's hair, making a mess out of them for the greater good's claim. After a few minutes of simple entertainment, he leaned closer to kiss Roderich, more or less roughly, biting the other's lower lip till blood flowed out, then licking methodically the mark. The other tried to push Gilbert away, eventually succeeding at the Prussian's great annoyance.

"What is it now?"

He shot Roderich a dirty look, seeming rather displeased. His tail wagged brutally for that matter, and was slamming against the floor with audible sound.

"I should be the one asking that! What is it that your brain lack to have such needs to molest me in other people's dreams?!"

"Hm? I don't see the problem. I always molest you."

He admits it.

Roderich was now propped on his elbows, the other still on top of him. As the Prussian had turned to a calmer state, Roderich was becoming more and more irritated, although also having an internal struggle as to how explaining his point of view. Something utterly pointless at any rate, knowing the other would just not care enough to even try to understand, though for some reason beyond comprehension, Roderich always had to attempt showing his point of view to Gilbert. At moments one would expect the less, it truly came in handy.

"That is not the point. It is their dream after all…"

"Their dream? That is correct."

"In that case, things shouldn't go further."

"How's that?"

For a few seconds, Gilbert seemed to seek extremely hard to see things through his prey's eyes. The Austrian said nothing, sighing and feeling somewhat pleased with the fact the other really did try. After a moment of consideration, the Prussian finally nodded and stared at Roderich, his grin widening, though his eyes betrayed confusion.

"I think I see what you're trying to pull out, specs. However… do you really think dreams need an owner to play themselves?"

"That's a requirement."

"Do you really think Wonderland stopped existing when Alice wondered off some other place? Did the tea party die? Did the court and the pies, the cards and the lies, suddenly disappear? When she woke up, you think that world vanished entirely just because that brat wasn't their to live it? Perhaps so. None has remained close enough to anything else to make us know for sure. But in this case by some peculiar blessing indeed, we have two Alices. One makes the story go round, one makes the story live on, each of them bearing sufficient material to make it so. If it weren't the case, you being part of the story being overrated for a while now, you would have by now vanished. Simply gone in astray doesn't count."

Roderich said nothing, or at least had no time to say anything more as the other pulled him into an impatient kiss. It was a long, somewhat soft kiss though it probably was not the intention of the one who had called fourth to it. Slowly, Roderich's elbows slipped and he found himself completely pinned to the ground by Gilbert's weight. Fingers entangled themselves in his extremely messy hair while another hand was maintaining his chin. His own were gripping tightly the Prussian's jacket. After a moment, Roderich opened slightly his eyes to see the other watching him intently, eyes a ruby red, shades of violent seeming to dance in the background color, around the slit cat-pupil he now had in the dream.

This matter reminded him firstly that he was, in the dream, a mouse, a cat's perfect prey. He would probably never be capable of admitting it, but he was far from disliking this fact.

It him reminded also that, secondly, this was undeniably a dream. But here issues and matters seemed as real as they could ever be, may the context change, may the people seem unbelievable, this dream was just another way of putting up with reality's consequences in a fancier way. Taking apart the crooked story, one ought to admit nothing much had change, then again… haven't people already claimed logic and dreams had all right to coexist but altered each other? Just giving this foolishness a thought made Roderich deeply question his sanity. Or perhaps the kiss was just making him dizzy.

This is but a mere dream, when has one ever needed something as stupid as air in a foolish dream?

When their lips finally parted, the Austrian whispered:

"I think you make a horrible Cheshire Cat."

"Eh? Why's that? I'm too awesome, is that it?"

"No. I just think it doesn't suit to know so many things. At all."

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*sighs* Yes, that, probably, was quite short. But longer doesn't always mean better, no? You'd think I would write faster during vacation, but all I do is slack off. I try to make efforts. I have a big load of homework too.

I must admit, at first I didn't choose Austria to be the mouse on purpose, but when I realized it, I immidiatly thought it was very convenient. If I hadn't realized it, this chapter would probably be some random conversation taking the big lines about dream and the theory of Wonderland I have wrote here between Prussia and Lithunania, but I find it more interesting this way.

Other omake chapters should feature France x England, Spain x Romano and x Germany, if nothing changes in the plan. I'll get better till then.