Letters to a Dream

by Muggle-born Pureblood

Prussia struggles with his own morals, friends, and alcoholism while relaying the events of the war between Holy Rome and France, to a mysterious person named Mattie whom he's only met in his dreams. Find out the truth about HRE through the eyes of the last person you would expect to know it. Warning: mentions of homosexuality, homophobia, non graphic violence, and alcohol abuse.

3. Chapter 3

Dear Mattie,

I miss you. My dreams are lonely without you. I know you're not real, but I can't help but feel like you might be… I feel like if I met you in real life it would be like that French fairytale, Sleeping Beauty. The version where the girl wakes up after a kiss, and claims that she fell in love with her rescuer in a dream, long before he even knew about her. I wish it could be that way, but I don't believe in fairytales. Maybe I'll believe just this once. Maybe then I can love the real you. It's 3:41 in the morning, I'll have to wake up in three hours. I still need to go to sleep though. If anything I need to sleep off the the Vodka in my system. It was a gift from Russia. I said that I would only drink a shot or two. Well, now I just need to throw away the empty bottle, and go to bed.

Forever waiting

Gilbert