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Title: Nightmare
Characters: Prussia, Germany (Young), Northern Italy (Young), Holy Roman Empire
Notes: Nightmares are the most realistic things we encounter in our sleep. Almost like memories, aren't they?
A field of flowers. They were so pretty, so colorful, so sweet-smelling! I stood in the middle of them, not caring how I had gotten to this wonderful place, and let myself fall backwards into their awaiting arms. It was so... peaceful here. Not that brother's house wasn't, but there were a lot of soldiers stationed around it right now. And they brought women. Instead of guarding, they made funny noises in the backrooms. But that didn't matter here, in this beautiful place. I closed my eyes, letting my face soak up the warmth of the sun shining high above in the brilliant blue sky, the dream tugging strings that I didn't know, like a forgotten memory...
A shadow blocked my sun, and I opened my eyes. A small silhouette stood over me, at the expression unreadable with the sun behind it. I scrambled backwards, my heart pounding in my chest, and stared wide-eyed at the thing. From further back, I could see it clearly: A girl. She lifted her head and stared at me with closed eyes, a concerned expression on her face.
"Ve, are you alright Holy Roman Empire? Master Austria is looking for you..."
I blinked, and shook my head. This girl must be confused, I wasn't who she asked for! But I found myself standing and walking to her, saying that we "could walk back together-- i-if she wanted to". She happily compiled, taking my hand in hers, and pulled me through the flowers.
Suddenly it wasn't a warm hand I was holding, but a heavy object - a sword. I found myself blocking and slicing at people whose faces were either blurred or hidden by their helmets, their blood spilling onto my ragged gear. Though I was fearful, a courage seemed to awaken within me and make every sense as sharp as the blade I wielded and I cut down my enemies one by one. I ran towards another, a familiar looking man, and lifted my sword high, a cry mixed with anger and disgust rising high on my throat until it burst out--
And choked. I had stopped moving, every part of my body becoming aware of what was sticking through my stomach. Mechanically I looked down and saw the blood seeping slowly through the wound, though with the sword stuck in still it hadn't killed me yet. I looked up at the man, his face so familiar but blurred just enough so I couldn't tell who it was, and spit at him. He merely laughed and pulled the sword out, an excruciating pain filling my head as I fell to the ground, watching him watching me die.
My eyes snapped open, my heart thumping loudly in my chest assured me that I was very much alive and the blanket surrounding me gave me comfort knowing I wasn't in any battlefield killing people. I shuddered at the nightmare, which replayed itself again and again in my head and I realized who the man had been. It was the same every night. Silently I slipped out of the bed and made my way out, going towards another door. I peeked in, and the darkness as deep as the lake my brother taught me to swim in. I stepped inside and walked carefully over to the bed, crawling into it and pressing myself against the bigger body form. This awoke it, and it turned around to face me.
"Whatcha doin' in here squirt? Y'got your own bed..." He yawned and rubbed his eye tiredly, looking down at me with the other. Or where he supposed I was, considering how dark it was. Thumping sounds came from his other side as he wearily lit a match and put it near a candle, the flame illuminating the area around it dimly.
"I... I had that dream again, brother. About the flowers and the blood and..." I couldn't say anymore, I was afraid to admit that the man who had stabbed me through was... He ruffled my hair and pulled me close, leaning his chin against my head.
"Y'can stay as long as you want in here, bruder. Just make sure you don't piss the bed or nothin'."
Comforted in the knowledge he wouldn't kick me out, I snuggled close and clsoed my eyes.
"... Who killed ya this time, bruder?"
"... I-I couldn't tell."
"Oh well. G'night, bruder."
You, brother. It had been you.
Characters: Prussia, Germany (Young), Northern Italy (Young), Holy Roman Empire
Notes: Nightmares are the most realistic things we encounter in our sleep. Almost like memories, aren't they?
A field of flowers. They were so pretty, so colorful, so sweet-smelling! I stood in the middle of them, not caring how I had gotten to this wonderful place, and let myself fall backwards into their awaiting arms. It was so... peaceful here. Not that brother's house wasn't, but there were a lot of soldiers stationed around it right now. And they brought women. Instead of guarding, they made funny noises in the backrooms. But that didn't matter here, in this beautiful place. I closed my eyes, letting my face soak up the warmth of the sun shining high above in the brilliant blue sky, the dream tugging strings that I didn't know, like a forgotten memory...
A shadow blocked my sun, and I opened my eyes. A small silhouette stood over me, at the expression unreadable with the sun behind it. I scrambled backwards, my heart pounding in my chest, and stared wide-eyed at the thing. From further back, I could see it clearly: A girl. She lifted her head and stared at me with closed eyes, a concerned expression on her face.
"Ve, are you alright Holy Roman Empire? Master Austria is looking for you..."
I blinked, and shook my head. This girl must be confused, I wasn't who she asked for! But I found myself standing and walking to her, saying that we "could walk back together-- i-if she wanted to". She happily compiled, taking my hand in hers, and pulled me through the flowers.
Suddenly it wasn't a warm hand I was holding, but a heavy object - a sword. I found myself blocking and slicing at people whose faces were either blurred or hidden by their helmets, their blood spilling onto my ragged gear. Though I was fearful, a courage seemed to awaken within me and make every sense as sharp as the blade I wielded and I cut down my enemies one by one. I ran towards another, a familiar looking man, and lifted my sword high, a cry mixed with anger and disgust rising high on my throat until it burst out--
And choked. I had stopped moving, every part of my body becoming aware of what was sticking through my stomach. Mechanically I looked down and saw the blood seeping slowly through the wound, though with the sword stuck in still it hadn't killed me yet. I looked up at the man, his face so familiar but blurred just enough so I couldn't tell who it was, and spit at him. He merely laughed and pulled the sword out, an excruciating pain filling my head as I fell to the ground, watching him watching me die.
My eyes snapped open, my heart thumping loudly in my chest assured me that I was very much alive and the blanket surrounding me gave me comfort knowing I wasn't in any battlefield killing people. I shuddered at the nightmare, which replayed itself again and again in my head and I realized who the man had been. It was the same every night. Silently I slipped out of the bed and made my way out, going towards another door. I peeked in, and the darkness as deep as the lake my brother taught me to swim in. I stepped inside and walked carefully over to the bed, crawling into it and pressing myself against the bigger body form. This awoke it, and it turned around to face me.
"Whatcha doin' in here squirt? Y'got your own bed..." He yawned and rubbed his eye tiredly, looking down at me with the other. Or where he supposed I was, considering how dark it was. Thumping sounds came from his other side as he wearily lit a match and put it near a candle, the flame illuminating the area around it dimly.
"I... I had that dream again, brother. About the flowers and the blood and..." I couldn't say anymore, I was afraid to admit that the man who had stabbed me through was... He ruffled my hair and pulled me close, leaning his chin against my head.
"Y'can stay as long as you want in here, bruder. Just make sure you don't piss the bed or nothin'."
Comforted in the knowledge he wouldn't kick me out, I snuggled close and clsoed my eyes.
"... Who killed ya this time, bruder?"
"... I-I couldn't tell."
"Oh well. G'night, bruder."
You, brother. It had been you.