She dreams-remembers-that she's dead.
A terrified scream tears itself from her throat as she sits up in bed, sweat causing her night clothes to cling to her skin uncomfortably.
She doesn't know why she screams. She knows no one will hear her, and even if someone did, she would just turn them away. She's convinced herself she doesn't need anyone's sympathy.
She stares down at the palms of her hands-they're covered in blood-and struggles to get her breathing back under control.
'You're okay. You're alive,' Hungary's voice echo's through her mind. But she knows that. What she doesn't know is who she is.
'Welcome back, Holy-' That's a voice she doesn't recognize. But she wants the voice to continue speaking, because the voice knows her name.
'-Germany!' That's right. Her name...
'I'll call you Monika, then! And since I'm your big brother, you get my awesome last name, Beilschmidt. So you're name is now Monika Beilschmidt!' That's Prussia's voice. Prussia raised her. Prussia stood by her side, even when he shouldn't have. And because of that, he died.
She can't hold back the strangled sob that's clawing it's way up her throat, or the tears that fall from her sky blue eyes. She buries her face in her-cold, lifeless, blood splattered-hands and cries.
She cries because she is alone.
She cries because she doesn't even know if she's real.