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[Early in the morning, the failmily household will be greeted with a scream and a thud as Latvia throws himself onto the floor in the middle of a nightmare. The dream started out normal--like any other dream. Everyone was there; Himself, Roshia, Luke, Giriko, Saya, and even his Baltic brothers and Soviet 'family', everyone he had ever known. It was a peaceful day where everyone was acting like themselves, far far away from Mayfield. It was like he had a real family and real friend--That is, until everything grew twisted and warped. What was a normal happy little dream turned into something twisted and warped, just like out of a bad horror flick. Giriko's chilling laughter, Saya twisting and warping into some kind of monster with chainsaw teeth, all possible exits becoming blocked off by the people around him and he suddenly felt something tugging on his sleeve and when he look down--
Then Latvia finds himself staring up at the ceiling, blankets tangled around his legs. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to recall all the events that occurred within the past 24 hours. Luke, a strange bottle, and suddenly he was seeing Saya and Giriko was chasing him--no, attacking him, killing him. It all came rushing back like a bad winter breeze. Every detail, every word--Did he really call Giriko 'father'?
Try as he might, he can't stop the small sob, and he hides his face into the sheets on the floor. He was a nation; it was foolish of him to think he could be anything but a nation; nations didn't have parents. They didn't have a nice, quiet little family in a suburban town.]
[Filtered from drones]
[Later during the day, Latvia picks up the phone sounding a little too cheerful. Yes, he's blocking everything out.]
...H-Has anyone ever b-began to think o-of their fake family h-here as... W-Well, r-real family? Even i-if you already have a real o-one or not. I-Is that normal?