Pretty weird dream, huh? Well, it's the next morning and that's the only thing on England's mind. After having another dream similar to last night's, he becomes suspicious. Maybe these aren't dreams at all...

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's a little short but oh well!

Through most of the morning, England's mind was occupied with thoughts of Ireland again. This time it was about his dream. If you could call it a dream. England was still not sure what happened last night.

It was very strange for a dream. What would've led him to dream about Ireland? He hadn't dreamt of him once after the war was over. Why now? Why was it such a happy dream, too? You'd think that dreaming about your brother splitting away from you would prompt bad dreams or old memories. Neither of this happened.

"Hey, are you even listening?"

England felt something jab the side of his head. He looked over to see Scotland pull his fork away from him and place it on his mostly empty breakfast plate.

"I zoned out," England said without apologizing, "What's going on?"

"Nothing. It wasn't important."

"Then what was the point in getting my attention?"

"You looked a little spacey. That's why."

"You make no sense sometimes."

Most of his day was uneventful. By afternoon, England found himself in the living room, reading the newspaper. All it talked about was the current Depression effecting the nations. England had no doubt it will hit Ireland pretty hard as well.

England glanced out the window at Ireland's house. As usual, the red-haired nation was farming. He was wrapped up to guard himself from the winter air and prevent any air-bourne illnesses. It was such a shame that all that land is his to farm all by himself.

England looked away from the window, telling himself it was no longer his concern over Ireland's well-being. It didn't really comfort him as he tried reading further into the newspaper. His mind kept drifting off and he was starting to not comprehend what he was reading. He eventually gave up and went into another room to preoccupy himself.

Finally, it was time for bed. England was expecting another restless sleep instead of another occurence like last night. It was weird, yes, but it was probably a one-time thing. If it were really a dream, the chances of it happening again tonight would be pretty slim.

England laid in bed and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come soon. He was able to drift off but was, again, awakened moments later. This time, England stayed in his bed. Maybe, if he laid there long enough, he'll drift off again.

10 minutes passed by and England couldn't find himself nodding off into dreamland. 20 minutes went by. His eyes weren't even heavy or begging to be closed. A total of 35 minutes elapsed and England was still wide awake.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. England repeated over and over in his head. Obviously, that wasn't working. It was more of a command to his subconscious than a way of meditating himself into sleeping.

A knock at his bedroom door interrupted England's thoughts. He wasn't sure why one of his brothers were knocking on his door at this hour of the night. If they wanted something, they would've just walked into his room and shaken him awake.

Who is that? Why are they knocking on my door like that?

The knocking continued but became more frequent. It quickly became an incessant noise that irritated the Brit's ears.

Don't they know that there are three other people in the house? One of my brothers is going to kill who ever's behind the door.

The knocking grew louder, almost sounding like banging against the door. England didn't hear anything but that. None of his brothers had woken up to investigate the noise or to yell at the intruder.

England curled up into the fetal position and pulled the covers over his head. He wasn't scared. Realizing this must be a similar dream to last night's, he tried to wake himself up.

Ignore the noise. It isn't there. It's just a dream. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!

"Deartháir Beag! Wake up!"

No. That's not possible... I'm in this place again?

"Deartháir Beag! I gave you five more minutes to sleep, now get up!"

Maybe if I pretend I'm not here, he'll go away.

England heard the door open and footsteps approach his bed. There was a small chuckle before he felt hands gently shake him.

"Deartháir Beag, you have to get up. If you sleep too much, you'll be up all night."

England continued to ignore him, hoping that he'll give up eventually.

"England..." he heard Ireland's voice close to his ear, "If you don't get up, I'll throw you off the bed..."

England continued to lay there in silence. He wasn't sure if he should move or still ignore him. He was finding it difficult to wake himself up. It didn't help that Ireland was leaning over him, whispering threats into his ear.

"Okay. You asked for it." Suddenly, the covers were lifted off the bed, revealing England's curled up body. He automatically jumped and sat up straight on the bed.

"Okay! I'm up!" England yelled defensively. Ireland gave him an amused grin before pulling England off the bed.

"I know you need your rest but you don't have to overdo it."

"I wasn't trying to."

"Well, now that you're up, you can help me fix dinner."

"I slept that late?"

"Yeah, but that was partly my fault for giving you a few extra minutes."

"No. You're fine."

Going along with what Ireland was saying, England was still surprised that he ended up in this place again. This was a little too coincidental for this to be a dream. There's no way this could still be a dream.

Nonetheless, England still went along with what was going on and cooked dinner with Ireland. Even though almost every nation in the world said England's cooking was terrible, Ireland always disagreed. He wouldn't say anything negative except that the recipe needed some work. Though this was nothing more than mere advice, it made England happy to hear Ireland say it wasn't bad.

It didn't occur to England until they were setting the table that his other brothers were nowhere to be found. Northern Ireland wasn't stuck to his twin's side as he usual was. The stench from Scotland's cigarette smoke was erased from the air. Wales wasn't poking his head through the door to see if things are going okay. It was usually so rare for England to be in the house alone.

"Where are our brothers?" England asked out of curiosity.

"Oh, you were asleep while Scotland and Wales were arguing."

"What were they arguing over? Not that I really care or anything."

"Then it shouldn't matter."

"What about Norther- I mean, North. What happened to him? He's usually always with you."

"He and Scotland are out drinking. They asked if I wanted to come along but I turned them down."

"You turn down an opportunity to drink? Is there something wrong with you?"

It truly is a surprise to hear Ireland turn down a chance to go drinking. He will almost always agree to go if you ask. It's very rare for Ireland to not go drinking when opportunity striked. It was only when there was an emergency or shortage that Ireland refused to drink.

"No. Unless you think there's something wrong with me spending time with my deartháir beag."

England blushed slightly from Ireland's words and turned his head away from him. Ireland has said some more embarrassing things than that before. Mostly during their childhood when he didn't realize the things he was saying were a little much. His affection for England always seemed a little bit much more than brotherly love. Northern Ireland had once stated that he was more of a father than a brother to England.

"Deartháir Beag? Are you embarrassed?"

"No."

"You're embarrassed, aren't you?"

"No! You just say weird things."

"What's weird about saying I want to spend time with you?"

"I'm not use to you acting this way toward me."

Ireland grew silent, causing England to look up at him. The red-head gave England a sincere look before ruffling his hair again.

"I know. I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to give you as much attention. But don't worry. That'll change."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to spend more time with you. Every day."

"Every day? Without fail?"

"I shall try my best!"

Without meaning to, England asked, "Why?" He was thinking about what things were like in the real world. In real life, Ireland wouldn't have anything to do with him. He wouldn't stick up for him like he use to or support him. The very sight of England probably disgusts him now.

Ireland looked down at England with a look that said 'isn't it obvious?' He put his hands on England's shoulders and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Because I love you, Deartháir Beag."

England blushed once more as Ireland chuckled at his reaction. He looked down at the floor before saying, "You really are embarrassing, you know that?"

"Do you really think that?"

"Yes."

"Get use to it."

Ireland pat England on the head before going back into the kitchen to prepare the meal. England's blush remained as he followed Ireland into the kitchen to help set up.

The evening went by as simply as the night before. Ireland and England ate their dinner and made conversation. They talked and laughed about their day as any family would. Not once did it hit England that his other brothers hadn't return home. He was too pre-occupied with his conversation with Ireland.

It was soon time to go to bed as the grandfather clock in the living room began to chime. Ireland gathered the dirty dishes and headed to the kitchen.

"Go to bed, Deartháir Beag. I'll clean up the dishes."

"Are you sure? I could help."

"It's okay. It's not much. Really."

"Okay. If you say so."

"Oíche mhaith, Deartháir Beag." (T: Good night, Little Brother)

"Good night, South."

Just as it occured the night before, England closed his eyes as he laid down in his bed before waking up in the real world. He was really starting to think that something was going on. If this were a dream then tonight's events would've been the same as the night before. Since they were different, that could only mean that someone's cast a spell or curse on him. Acknowledging this, England knows he has to find a way to end this. For all he knows, someone could be doing this to discover his weaknesses and bring him down. Someone could also be torturing him if they know how much Ireland means to him.