That night I experienced literally my worst nightmare. I saw a flag ablaze in front of me and somehow knew that a country had fallen. Whenever a country falls in battle the nearest flag that represents them sets on fire, nobody knows how or why.
I had seen a country fall before so I knew what had happened, though that wasn't what bothered me. The flag that was on fire wasn't the red white and blue of my country like you'd expect. Instead it was a red and white flag sporting a maple leaf, the flag of Canada. I knew he had died, I was alone for the first time in my life. . .completely alone.
I jolted up into a sitting position before I even realized I was up. A few seconds later I realized that it had just been a dream. "Thank God," I said aloud.
I heard someone shift next to me and Canada's sleepy voice. "What is it, America?"
"It-it's nothing. I'm okay. Sorry I woke you." He sat up next to me and placed a hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him.
"I'm pretty sure it's not nothing and you sure don't look okay to me." I looked at his chest to avoid meeting his eyes.
"I just had a bad dream that's all." I felt my brother kiss my cheek and then fold me into his arms. He pulled me back down onto the bed.
"Just try to go back to sleep. If you have another bad dream just tell yourself to wake up and I'll be here to comfort you." I wished it were that simple. I was still in those kinds of dreams even if I was awake.
I eventually fell asleep in my brother's arms, one again listening to his heartbeat. The nightmare came back several more times, getting more and more intense. I eventually started to wake up screaming, only calming down when my brother hugged me. It was one of the longest nights of my life. My life was falling apart and there wasn't a thing I could do about it except for starting a war.