America's eyes snapped open as he looked around, not seeing his room, but instead seeing..nothing?
"Is this hell or heaven?"
He immediately thought, chuckling to himself slightly because that was his first thought
He just wanted to sleep off the realistic nightmare he had, but instead got thrown into something even weirder
It felt like something warm was surrounding him as he stood in silence
It was way to quiet, for him at least
He decided to start walking around, cupping his hands around his mouth
"Hello?!"
He yelled, really hoping something would respond to his yells
Though his voice just echoed, the word hello hitting his ears for a while, getting softer by the second
It eventually stopped repeating to him, and he sighed, continuing to yell for the next 30 seconds, before becoming lazy and giving up hope
He shrugged and sat down, or at least tried
Annddd that was a mistake as well
As he somehow sat down, he felt like he was falling, and his first instinct was to scream, but he couldn't, like there was something holding his lips shut to keep him from talking, while also keeping him from breathing right
He saw a bright light illuminating above him, and he became curious, craning his neck around so his eyes were able to see that he was falling into a white abyss, back first, and he became more panicked, worried he was gonna break his back and become paralyzed or something
But, that worry didn't last for too long, because as soon as he was about to touch the bright light, his eyes shot open
He looked forward to see Sam, licking his face, making him chuckle and sit up, petting his cat delicately, hearing a soft purr erupt from the cat
He smiled at the cat's adorableness, while also thinking about that weird dream
Could it possibly mean something, or was it just..there??
He got thrown out of his thoughts as he heard knocking at his door, and he sighed, getting off of the very tempting bed and leaving the now sad cat
He left his room and walked down the stairs towards the front door, hearing the stranger knock again
He was just about the answer, when he moved his fingers back and snapped them, turning and grabbing his glasses that he left on the counter, putting them on
They fit comfortably on his face, per usual
He turned back and opened the door, just to see a worried Canada, but hey, he always looked worried, nothing new
Canada sighed in relief
"Ah good, you are alive, you were screaming bloody murder, and I wanted to come and check on you"
He said to the now very confused American boy
"I was screaming?"
"Yes, pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard you- and why do you have your sunglasses on, it's not sunny..."
The Canadian said, raising an eyebrow
"I sleep in my glasses"
"Wha-"
"I have to go Canada, I'll see you later"
America then tried to shut the door, but Canada blocked it with his foot, wincing when the door made contact with it, then letting out a sigh before talking again
"are you sure you are okay, Ame?"
America looked confused at the nickname while Canada gave him a 'just answer me' look
"of course I am okay, why wouldn't I be?"
Canada nodded
"just checking, I'll see you tomorrow at Britain's house"
"wait, what?"
"goodbye meriiii~"
Canada said in a sing song tone as he walked away, a shit eating grin on his face
"HEY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY GOING TO BRITAIN'S HOUSE?! CANADA!!"
America yelled, confused as ever
Instead of a response, he heard whistling from the smug Canadian as he walked away
America groaned, shutting the door and making sure it slammed hard
He turned on his heel and walked away back to his room, tired and annoyed at the same time
He arrived at his open door, walking in and almost jumping on his bed, but then turning to the mirror, and he started walking towards it with soft steps
He took off his sunglasses, his eyes still black unfortunately for him
Instead of making a noise though, he looked at them closely, as they didn't hurt anymore
He made sure to get a good look at them, and he felt like he could see through his soul, which made him very nervous
He realized he was almost leaning against the mirror, and he backed away
He then backed up to his bed, stopping right before he fell onto it, and he smirked
He bent his legs and jumped, landing back first on the bed eventually, making his cat jump and a few of his pillows and part of his blanket suspend in air for a moment
He heard his cat hiss at him, and he craned his head towards the very pissed cat
"you love me"
He said mockingly towards Sam, almost feeling his glare before he turned away, jumping off the bed and walking out of the room dramatically
"Don't you dare give me that walk Sam!"
America yelled at Sam, his cat then proceeding to run away and out of his view
He chuckled, mumbling "drama queen" before flopping back on the bed and just laying there, regretting that he didn't get a good look at the time, but he did not feel like getting back up just for that
Instead, he just layed there, the atmosphere in his room making him tired again, and he told himself to wake up if Canada calls him, his eyes shutting and him falling asleep again, praying that Canada would actually call him about going to Britain's house
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This chapter was uneventful, but next chapter will be more eventful! Promise!
Sorry this chapter was all over the place, just wanted to put a lil spacer in between the two 'interesting' chapters-
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