"It's like our daily routine. In a few minutes he'll completely forget about it. Why do you think he's always late?" I reply, stepping out from behind the clothes. "Anyways, I don't want to go with him today. And since its Octoberfest I got beer," I say, grinning. Then a thought occurs to me and my face falls.

"What's wrong?" he asks confused.

"I have to clean today," I sigh. "Then I can play video games and drink beer."

Prussia nods, sullen. Then he brightens up. "The awesome me can help you!"

I pale slightly. I sigh, resigned to the fact that I'm going to have a Prussian "helping" me clean the house. I walk out the room towards mine. I open the door, and when Prussia tries to follow I block the door.

"Nope! You don't need to help me get dressed," I proclaim loudly, closing the door. I lock it and walk to my closet. I take out a shirt that says, 'Sorry. Don't care.' I pull it on, wincing slightly when it touches the bayonet wound. I check the wound and find that it has a few bruises above it.. I sigh, pulling on my favorite pair of jeans. I open my door smiling happily. I grab my phone and ear buds on my way out. I put them in my ears and turn on my playlist full of absolutely random songs.

A song I know all too well starts. I grin and start singing loudly Superheros by The Script.

A shout comes from upstairs, interrupting my song, "SHUT UP CONNER!"

I sing louder.

Alfred's voice comes again, "I SAID 'Shut up'!"

I sing even louder.

"Shut up! Stop singing you idiot!"

Even louder.

I hold the ice Alfred gave me to my forehead. "Owww. That really hurt Alfie. Why did you have to hit me with a baseball bat?" I ask wincing.

He starts lecturing me, "When someone asks you to stop, then you stop. You don't keep annoying them while they're working. You have t— no. No. Don't! NO! You cannot make that face! No! You are evil!" America shouts as I make an adorable puppy dog face, effectively ruining his resolve not to break.

I grin, knowing I won. America sighs. "Fine. You don't have to do the chores today," America sighs. I grin and leap into the air.

"Yay! I can watch my monster movie marathon!" I shout, overjoyed.

I run to the living room as the TV blares: "The FBI are covering up the bloodbath at a monastery in Alabama, which involved the death of 20 monks and six locals." I grab several random movies on the shelf.

"Hey, Conner can you please move?" Canada asks quietly.

"Yeah, sure!" I answer running out the room, towards the stairs. I sprint up the stairs two at a time. I burst into my room and go to the back. I move the mannequin with a Confederate uniform and a bloody gray hat to a corner. I kneel in front of the TV the mannequin had been standing in front of. I put in Dracula and grab one of my fluffy blankets off my bed.

I yawn and stretch, turning off the TV. I use the blanket like a cloak as I walk to my bed. I look at the clock next to my bed. It reads 1:06 AM. I collapse onto my bed. Soon, I'm fast asleep.

I'm standing on a battlefield, the grass glistening red. Bodies in gray and blue uniforms lie everywhere. I see craters, bodies lying in them like broken toy soldiers. I gaze around the battlefield, looking for survivors. I can barely see a boy trying to crawl to the tree line, but he collapses. I walk closer to him, but it seems as if for every step I take I never get any closer. I hear a boom from behind. I turn to look and I see a cannon ball whistling towards my head.

I wake up, screaming something along the lines of, "Help! You can't have my head!" I feel something wet on my face. I touch my cheek with my trembling hand. When I pull it away, I see tears. I had been crying in my sleep. Not the first time. I hear thundering footsteps and my door flies open. I see Alfred standing in the doorway, terrified. He crosses the room in a few strides. He wraps me in a hug, and all I can do is cry into his shoulder. I hear other countries come in but I ignore them.

"A cannon ball," I finally get out after most of my tears have dried up. Alfred frowns and hugs me closer.

"Please don't cry~! It makes me sad!" Italy cries from the corner. I rub my eyes with my fist, like a little kid. When I look up, all the other countries are looking at me worriedly. I blush and grab my pillow decorated with the bars and stars. I hug it to my chest and bury my face in it.

"Which type?" Alfred asks me.

"Cookie dough," I reply, my voice muffled by the pillow. Alfred gets up to leave and I hear his footsteps fading away.

"Are you okay?" England asks, concerned. I bury my head deeper into the pillow and nod.

"Just my recurring nightmare," I say into the pillow. I feel someone hug me. Alarm flashes through my mind. I jerk my head up, alarmed. I can't let anyone see the scars. I try to scoot away from the offending Frenchman, but he just hugs me tighter. Alfred walks into the room with a gallon of cookie dough ice cream. Literally a gallon. I glance at the Frenchie and Alfred frowns. He practically pulls him off of me and hands me my ice cream. I hold out my other hand expectantly. Alfred hands me a spoon, as I pop open the lid of the ice cream container.

As I start shoveling chunks of ice cream I hear someone say, "Slow down with the ice cream! You might get a brain freeze!" I completely ignore them and shovel the ice cream in faster.

"Which movie, Conner?" I hear Alfred ask me quietly.

I take a break from shoveling ice cream in my mouth to reply. "La Révolution française 1989. Ninth from the right, third shelf." Alfred nods and runs downstairs.

"Quoi? Why a documentary on the French Revolution?" France asks, confused.

"I-it was interesting. B-boy, a lot of heads sure r-rolled," I reply, still shoving ice cream down my throat. I can almost feel France frown.

"Pas drôle," he says.

I smile. "Oui, ça l'est," I reply in perfect French. I ignore the shocked Frenchman, and continue eating. Soon, I'm three fourths of the way done with my wonderful ice cream. Alfred comes back in with a small portable TV and the movie I requested.

"You've already watched this a dozen times Conner. But I guess this won't hurt," he sighs, putting the movie in. I shrug.

"Wh-" someone starts.

"Shush! Leave me alone and shut up!" I hiss, not looking away from the screen. The light glows on my face as I move my lips with the words. My eyes start to droop, but I fight to stay awake and watch the rest of the movie. Finally, I fall into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Thank you Elricgurl for telling me this chapter was for some reason published in code! Ok, I have a question. Do y'all think Conner will come closer to the person in his dream? If so, who is it?