Alfred's POV

I was inside of the drawing. I was floating above the four of them, but I wasn't sure how. It didn't seem important at the moment. Arthur was running, the tears streaming down his face. Arthur's father was laughing. Allistor was screaming.

"Run!" he yelled. "Go! Don't look back! Arthur, you idiot! Why are you running towards us? Turn around! Go!" he screamed, before Arthur's father hit him in the jaw. The other slightly different version of Arthur's father cracked his knuckles and stepped closer to Arthur.

The child skidded to a halt. He looked so confused. He wanted to save Allistor, but he was so small and vulnerable. Allistor's eyes pleaded with him to run.

He called out for his brother. I felt my heart breaking.

Arthur turned. He ran. His sobs echoed down the halls, bouncing off the walls and the floor. I could just make out the sound of Father One and Father Two kicking the wind out if Allistor. Blood covered the floor around him. Fathers One and Two walked in the opposite direction of Arthur.

A bass played a slow mournful song. It's rhythm blended with the cruel laughter of Fathers One and Two, the pounding of Arthur's feet and his sobs, and the soft hisses of pain that escaped Allistor's lips as he struggled.

Allistor's blood spread. Not like normal blood, but it made a web. It was like an invisible spider was stringing his blood across the floor.

It was sickeningly beautiful.

The web turned into images. One of Allistor and the young Arthur, they were building some sort of fort. One of them with their father, and he had an arm around each of them. One with all of the brothers, standing in a row, smiling from ear to ear.

The images continued to form. I watched, mesmerized by what was forming in front of my eyes.

Good memories came from the wound on Allistor.

That's when it hit me. He had lost a lot of blood. And the blood was all good memories. He was bleeding out all of the good. What would be left was bitterness and resentment.

I struggled against the invisible force the kept me floating. Somehow I broke through it and I fell to the floor next to Allistor.

It occurred to me that I had never had an interactive dream before. I scolded myself, now wasn't the time for my little moments of reflection.

He looked at me. I tried to stop the bleeding, but looking around I could see the web of images was still growing. I hadn't squashed one when I had fallen, but I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Allistor was weak. I could feel the joy draining out if him. It left him a shell of the boy in the pictures. The bass was still playing, the Fathers were still laughing, and Arthur was still running and sobbing.

He looked at me. His eyes were the same vibrant green as the other brothers. His wild red hair fell around his head.

"Take good care of Arthur," he managed to say.

"No," I insisted. "You'll be fine. Now shush, don't strain yourself." I was still trying and failing to stop the bleeding.

He looked me in the eye. We both knew. This was the end.

"Take good care of Arthur," he murmured.

His emerald eyes closed. His breathing stopped. He looked like he was asleep. Blood still dripped out of his slightly parted lips onto the floor. I stood up. The images and the web were moving across the floor. Soon they had disappeared.

But in there place one last image formed. It was brief, and I wanted to believe I had seen it wrong. It was Arthur. I couldn't tell what, but something was seriously wrong. He wasn't sick, that wasn't the issue. I couldn't put my finger on it. He looked happy, with wide eyes and a large laughing smile, as he jumped he perfectly balanced a tray of cupcakes. I knew it was bad. Allistor and I were there too, in the background. We had been crying, huddled together on the floor.

The image disappeared like the previous happy ones. The floor where they had been was sparkling clean. Around Allistor was a normal pool of blood. It was like nothing had ever happened.

I woke up drenched in sweat, and bolted into a sitting position. What was my brain trying to do to me? It was all too much. I decided not to think about the dream. Maybe I should go find Arthur. I considered it, but figured he was probably having a nice peaceful time while I was sleeping away.

I laid down and closed my eyes. Hopefully I wouldn't dream this time. However, every time I closed my eyes I saw the last blood image. I got up off Arthur's floor and stretched. I didn't remember walking up here, but I was pretty tired when I had gotten back to Arthur's, and I figured it was normal to forget walking up stairs.

I decided I wanted to go for a walk, maybe find my park bench. After flinging myself down the stairs I yelled through the house to Arthur, telling him I was going. From somewhere in the structure he acknowledged what I said.

His voice sounded a little choked up but I figured that he was probably eating. It was nice outside, not too cold and not too hot. As I walked around I realized I wasn't thinking, not about the dream, not about Arthur, not about about the potion that Vladimir had concocted. I didn't care that I seemed to be the only normal student at Hetalia Academy, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. It wasn't important.

Something in the back of my mind told me I should be concerned that I felt dizzy and disoriented. But I pushed it aside and sang along with the birds.

I sang my way back to Arthur's, only to be promptly kicked out. I didn't worry much, his family was probably getting home. He did seem off, but again it was probably just his family.

I set off walking.

(yet another time skip because anime)

It had been two weeks. Arthur had distanced himself from me. However Vladimir had sent me more of that potion, and naturally I drank all of it. In total I probably had… three months? Four? I didn't know how long I had been here, or how long I had left, but I pretended it wasn't important.

In the two weeks without Arthur I had bonded with a large amount of people. Gilbert and Kiku remained two of the best people I knew here, just like at the Academy, but the circle was growing. I had even managed a small bond with Arthur's bandmate, Basch Zwingli.

We still had Mr. Ackerman. His height only made his harsh personality even more amusing.

As much as I hated to I had to admit it, I had wasted those two weeks. Any attempt to converse with Arthur had been half hearted and feeble. Instead I had acted like I did when I actually was in high school. I was loud and obnoxious, constantly surrounded by people.

But now I had finally started thinking again. Earlier I had tried to force Arthur to accept my presence. It didn't work. He really had closed off. It was starting to get under my skin. I needed to know what was going on. I had been stupid. I should have figured out what had gone wrong with Arthur's high school life before jumping into it. Now I could be fighting the wrong battle. I was scared to leave him here by himself. I had been keeping my eye on him during these past two weeks. I was nervous that as soon as he knew I was gone he would do something stupid. But at the same time I needed to talk to the Arthur of my time. Stupid me had drank all of the vials of potion that had kept me here. I couldn't go home then come back.

I pulled the vial of returning potion out of my pocket. I studied it, tilting it back and forth. It was lunch, and I sat in the back corner of the library, escaping Ms. Matsouka. I had to do something. But what?

It wasn't until art that I figured it out. I would just drink half of the potion. That would work, right? It had to, it was the only thing I had come up with. At the end of the day I carefully made my way back to my park. I quickly pulled out the journal, and spent about an hour writing what I had neglected to add. Finally, it was time.

I pulled the stopper out of the vial. This was it. If the previous potion was smooth and cold than this was fire. It burned and forced it's way down my throat.

I made sure to stop drinking halfway.

At first nothing happened, I was still standing in the park. Then the pain started.

It wasn't gradual, one second I was fine and the next second I couldn't breathe. I felt as if my body was being ripped in half. Somehow I was able to move my muscles and saw my arm. It was shimmering unnaturally. It looked as if I was fading. All of a sudden I left my body. That's the only way I could think to describe it. I saw a shimmery form, the one that had my conscience with it, step out of my physical body. My body collapsed to the ground, looking strangely helpless. As the shimmery me floated upwards the wing started to get faster. It swirled around me, and then I was falling. I ended up being dropped into a white box.

There was nothing here. No way to get in and no way to get out. I crawled around looking. Under me had been a trap door, I could see the framing.

Pulling it up I looked down. As I looked down I saw Vladimir's bedroom. Messy as always. He was sitting at a table mixing something. The wind that had been around me must have gotten into his room, because papers started flying everywhere. They created a funnel around the spot where I had consumed the first vial. Vladimir struggled over to the funnel. The wind was almost knocking him over. The funnel disappeared as quick as it had came. Where the center had been was my body. Well, half of it. The right half of my body was shimmering, much like the form I was in right now. I watched as Vladimir panicked, obviously not knowing what was going on. Daniel came running in and also kneeled down next to my half-body, panicking.

Daniel always seemed normal. However, he had this way about him that couldn't be explained. It wasn't like he could read your mind, but somehow his words were almost able to hypnotize you into saying what you thought. It was freaky. But Daniel's strange Hetalia Academy worthy talent wasn't what I should be focusing on right now.

I watched the two of them. Daniel was poking and prodding at my shimmery half, watching his finger go straight through to the floor. Vladimir was pacing trying to figure out what was happening.

I took my gaze away from them. Where was the right half of my body? I felt around and found another trap door. I yanked it open to see the right half of my body. It was resting on a tree limb, high up where no one would see it without looking. This time the left half was shimmering.

Good going, Alfred. You definitely didn't make this whole project a disaster.

"Yes, you really did mess up royally."

I jumped up, spinning around. There was no one else here. It was just me, the walls, and the trapdoors. Where the heck did that voice come from?

"I'm right behind you," the voice laughed.

I spun around. There was nothing. I was baffled, but something stepped forward.

I had no idea where he came from. His skin was the universe. The stars swirled around on his arms, planets orbited the sun on his face. My description didn't do the phenomenon justice. His hair, tee shirt, and jeans were the same impeccable white as the room. His eyes... There was nothing there. When he looked up I wasn't sure what I expected, but it wasn't nothing. The black sockets were like black holes, everything got lost inside them. The thoughts of everything living thing that has ever existed. But for all that they were emotionless, and they gave me the creeps as they did what I could only describe as staring straight through anything physical about me to my mind.

"Yes, I can read your mind, since you were wondering. This isn't a dream, I assure you. I know you're confused. You don't know where you are or why. You're worried about your friend, and yourself. Recently you thought that you were out of place at your Academy. I know it all. You have so many questions, and maybe I'll try to answer them. Maybe I won't."

"W-who are you?" I gasped out.

I was stunned. This was unreal. This boy was barely older than me. Or at least, that's what it looked like. But the universe was on his skin, and he could read my mind. These two trap doors of his, they showed two places on opposite sides of the world right in completely different times right next to each other. He was a powerful being beyond my imagination. I had to be dreaming. I had to. There's no way that this could be happening.

"I am Everything."

(that entire ending that fangirl in my brain was just screaming maRCOOOOO so like I'm sorry if anyone else got that lol)