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The room buzzed with commotion.
It was no different than the ordinary buzz—but that's not important right now.
The subject of our story is a tall man slumped in the corner, snoring softly. A cat is tucked under one of his arms, and his hair is being blown by an invisible breeze. Everything is as it should be in the outside world; but today, we aren't needed in the world of the conscious. We're going into the world of the unconscious. More specifically, Greece's dreams, if they can even be called that.
They aren't memories, really—well, maybe a little. They're something Greece clings onto, that he never wants to let go of.
Are you getting confused? Well, I suppose I'll have to show you instead…
Greece opened his eyes blearily as he felt himself coming to. He blinked once, twice, three times before glancing slowly up. Blue skies were reflected in his sleepy brown eyes, and he slowly looked around. Then, the sleepy brown eyes lost their drowsiness and in an instant Greece was on his feet.
He knew this place.
Cautiously he called, "A-Athēnai [1]? Sparta? Korinth? Olympia? Are you here?"
There was no reply.
"Are you guys…gone?" he said, sounding a little lost.
"No, little one, though it is just Sparta and I today."
Greece whipped around, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. "Athēnai! Sparta!"
Athens laughed, her elegant head shaking slightly in humor. "Your enthusiasm is invigorating, child!"
Greece ran towards her with energy he had never once showed in the conscious world and threw his arms around her. He turned his cow brown eyes on her in happiness. "Where's Korinth and Olympia?"
Athens gently placed her hands on his strong shoulders. "They're visiting with your mother today, dear. Oh my, you've grown so much!"
"Would you two cut the sappy stuff? It's not like you don't see him every time he goes to sleep!" The two turned their heads to see a broad, powerful man wearing nothing but a big plumed hat, red cape, brown underwear and a few pieces of armor.
"Uncle Sparta!" Greece chirped happily, abandoning Athens in favor of his uncle.
"Uh…" Sparta blushed and pushed Greece away. However, he still was falling ill with the sickness called IRPDL, or Inability to Resist Puppy Dog Look. "Yeah, that's great, kid…um…get off me and face me like a man!"
Greece grinned excitedly and scrambled back. "Sword fight! Sword fight!"
"I don't have time to face a wimpy little—" Sparta froze when he got the look from Athens, obviously warning him not to make her little nephew sad. The ancient city looked between Greece and Athens, back and forth, before sighing. "Fine… I'll do it."
Sparta effortlessly tossed Greece a sword from seemingly nowhere, before finding one himself. The two balanced the swords for a minute, before getting into position. "Let's see if you've been practicing, runt." Sparta smirked at his apprentice.
"Bring it on, Uncle Sparta!"
Sparta lunged forward, and Greece ducked to avoid him—
"Hey, you asshole, wake up!"
Greece glanced up, eyes wide with alarm as a giant face appeared in front of him. He desperately tried to fight the pull of the outside world, but it was too strong. Within moments, the blue skies were gone; in their place were tacky white ceilings. Instead of Athens watching fondly from the sidelines and Uncle Sparta attacking, there were the rest of the countries, and…
That rat-faced bastard who had interrupted his fight.
Without thinking, Greece lunged, pulling back his fist in anger. Seconds later, Turkey was just a bloody pulp on the ground.
Greece then blinked sleepily and settled back on the floor. "That's for interrupting our fight, bastard…" He murmured, eyes flickering as he tried to find the warmth of sleep. In moments, he was out.
The rest of the countries slowly backed away—and continued with their meeting.
Hey, here's chapter three… anyway, I have figured out why no one likes this story! A) The chapters are way too short and B) Some people can't handle the weirdness I come up with. See, I might not even agree with what I write, it's just a thought that has to come out somehow. So that is why no one reviews/favorites/subscribes besides Phamenia (She's awesome, by the way!) Side note for Phamenia: just because two people are in the same room doesn't mean its romance. This was labeled humor, not romance (the last chapter wasn't FR/UK, though the first chapter was Liet Poland fluff.
If you haven't guessed, Sparta and Athens are part of Ancient Greece; while Athens is part of Modern Greece, this Athens is the ancient city of Athens from Ancient Greece, same with Sparta. Anyway, so I was wondering, "Why does Greece like sleeping so much?" and then I thought, "Maybe he's visiting with his dead parents or something!" and then I went like, "…Yeah, that could work…" except Athens and Sparta are more Aunt and Uncle.
[1] I'm using the Romanized spelling, or the one the Ancient Greeks called Athens. I actually looked this up, I kid you not.
Anyway, thanks!